Keys are in my hand, in the ignition, I can start the car. I can physically start the car but where what am I going to do with it. Mr. Delauter bought...it for me in honor of my father, a man he never met and a man who abandoned me. I don’t like thinking of him that way but it’s pretty much true. There were a dozen ways I can think of that he could have contacted me over the years and he never did. Hell he could have just kidnapped me in the night and I’d have gotten over it. Wow I really hated. I lookedhealthy again. Then I started getting younger. I didn't realize it atfirst, but there I was 20 again. Now the mirror reflected me as a teen.But the image wasn't of how I was in reality, but the reflection was of askinny teen, one the stood proud and was muscular, which I never was.Then the image changed to what I actually looked like at sixteen, fat andunhappy. I saw two people in the reflection laughing at me. Then the fatfaded away and I saw a girl in the mirror, petite and cute. I. I could not get enough information.I noticed that it was almost dawn and I knew I had to get some sleep. When Mom woke me I was sleepy, I told her I did not feel well and she of course told me to stay in bed, that I didn't have to go to school. I went back to sleep and when Mrs. Bracket brought me some soup for lunch, I woke up and ate it.When Mrs. Bracket came back and got the bowl and went back to the kitchen, I got up. I got up and went into my mother's room. I went straight to the hidden. OH DADDY BULL, i'm ashamed of the neurotic young man i was,Who tried to be a man with those poor unsuspecting girls.Of course i never satisfied them sexually, My peepee was too small and useless and i spurted so quickly.Looking back, at least i can be proud ofQuickly becoming so completely impotent with womenThat no other female ever had to suffer the humilation of sex with me.Now i'm so proud to be a sexually inadequate sissy Because it shows how i've ruined my own masculinity for YOU.OH DADDY.