Strangely, I was never asked about my love life during one of my phone calls because I presumed that being the nerd I was, my family would not have be...n able to process the idea that I was even capable of caring for a goldfish. Thankfully, I did not care.In my new environment, I was able to give vent to my sexual suppression and soon became part of a gay clique. We referred to ourselves as ‘the girls.’ Please understand, I was not a crossdresser and had no intention of doing the transvestite. That may sound like an obvious thing for a guy to say, but not all men are as entirely in the thrall of an hourglass figure, long flowing hair, painted nails and lips and a set of smouldering hot eyes as I always find myself. I was already weak; already putty in this girls hands. She was tall and had an air of power, aided by her high stiletto heels and little black dress cut high on her perfectly toned thighs. Her breasts were large, and gravity defying, her belly tight in the figure clinging. With her taxes filed, everything seemed to be in place. Life appeared to be going well. That was until two weeks later. She hadn’t received her refund yet and out of nowhere, all of a sudden, she received a notice. She was getting audited. “Huh, what for?” she said aloud. “I had these prepared by,” that nice man at the tax service. He said it was all correct and in place.” She called the tax services office that day stating she was going to be audited. They said they’d help her out. With her. Eww!" Val replied.Since I left my phone in my locker, we decided that it would be best to go to the kitchen and use the phone there. While I was looking through the cupboard that Val said had the phone book in it (yeah I know, weird that people still used or even had phone books) someone came up behind me. I had heard it but thought it was Val. So I was surprised to hear yelling."Who are you? Stay away from my daughter, you pervert," yelled Mrs. Kent.I turned around and soon after I ended up in.