Her mother knew she kept a record of her “mistakes” in the closet with a collection of rubbers that listed the participants and the date and locat...on for a failing memory at a later date. A number of the males on the list were far above her station in society and were a testament to the superiority of her oral and anal skills.In person, she was both shy and innocent and only a certain gleam in her eye informed a more than casual observer that such was not the case.Honey would be the first to. ..butthere had to be something else...something more noble than a stinkingfetish.It would be so much easier and make so much more sense if I had alwaysfelt like a woman throughout my life, but that wasn't the case. I hadbeen damn good at being a boy and I had enjoyed it. Please God! Let thisbe more than just a fetish...or please let me learn to live with it for thenext 60 years!Why? Why did I do this? I looked over at my mother who was fast asleep.What is it that I see in her? What does she. That made me uncomfortable as my dick started responding to this stimulation. “Erm.. Jenny.. I am.. Not very sure.. Actually, whatever job u have, but can I have a special request?” I looked at her sincerly like a c***d asking for permission. “Sure, what kind of request.. As long as it is not too BIG a request, im sure I can SATISFY u…” she brushed her hair over her left ear while she said that. “Erm ya.. Can I request to work UNDER u? I think I should be more comfortable doing that u know..” I. The Karbala cathedral was packed, and it is a huge stone edifice that seats over four thousand in the main sanctuary.I gazed at the ocean, sitting back in my office chair and smiling at the memory. The hotels were so packed, we had more than a few Priests sleeping in the pews later that night, commanders and even some CL-16 Royals. And the Servant of the Holy even took the time to walk over and congratulate me himself. He was warm and amiable to me, a complete shock. His reputation is to be.