" That's probably true," my mom sighed, "but I'm not sure Ilike the idea of you becoming a girl. I prefer to have ason and a daughter instead of two d...ughters. But it wassweet of you to offer."I wanted to object, to say that I had offered no suchthing, but I didn't see the point in it. Why argue that Ididn't want to become a girl when my mom said she didn'twant me to become one.***A couple days later I found myself taking sexual alterationtreatments. My mom said that her and dad decided to take. Following a good breakfast for both of us, Al and I set out to deliver the orders to the customers I had contacted.I followed the same procedures on these deliveries as I had for the previous ones, even though Fritz Herkimer was dead. The demon that he had hired or controlled was still loose, and I wasn’t taking any chances that he might still be after me, even though his boss or master was dead.The deliveries went well that day, and I managed to contact the last two customers that afternoon. I. Patrick was back at the tiller thing. I suddenly remembered my father, who was still snoring in the hammock. I felt bashful. Part of it was that I felt more naked with my bikini on than I had without it, because I knew he’d look at me and remember what I had looked like naked. Isn’t that strange? Hever mind that he’d fucked me and spunked my pussy. He’d seen me naked!But I went back there to talk to my first lover. Well, Uncle Bob was my first lover I suppose, in one sense, but I would remember. ‘Anna, do you trust me?’ ‘Yes Peter.’ I said. People were starting to glance in our direction. We must have looked like an odd pair. ‘Then kneel in front of me. I have a gift for you.’ Automatically I did as he asked. In front of other patrons of the hotel, I kneeled before Peter. He undid the top buttons of my coat and pulled the coat collar down till it was sliding down the tops of my shoulders. I was not exposed, but any observer could tell that I had nothing on under my coat. Peter took a.