Mom stroke my hair and said, "Just let it all out honey."I wailed, "I don't wanna be a girl. I just wanna be my old self and play basketball and footb...ll. And I don't want to be a hybrid. I look hideous and grotesque with this big tail. I don't ever want to go out or to school. They will make fun of me, harass me and even assault me like they did Marjorie." I paused for a moment, "I don't wanna live anymore. Just let me die now."Mom kept on hugging me, "Honey don't say things like that. It'll. . hhhhaaahhh... ooooooo... yes, Sir... I...haaaahhhhh... I love it...”“Better than an old man’s prick, eh?”“Yes... aaaa... hhhhhahhhh... yes... yes... yes... Sir...” I had began to jerk convulsively. He had really got me going... and he would be enjoying that I let my natural lust swell unchecked. I was getting hotter and hotter. Juicier. What he wanted.Then suddenly I was quite out of control.“AAAAAGHHHHE... AGH... AGH... AAAAGHIZ... I... I’M COMING I’M COMING” I screeched. My mouth was agape,. I invited them to join us. They demurred but did invite Jeremy to visit them and draw them at practice some time.They went back to their table, but I noticed Imogene switched seats, so she could keep an eye on Jeremey and me. They leaned close and chatted, with occasional glances my way. Jer kept eating. When he was about two-thirds complete he paused and took a drink of his water.“Dad, will you let me go to draw them?” he asked.“Of course. Maybe we can even have Miss Emily take you if it’s. Aaj raat behan ko chodna…. Pheer apni maa ko chodna…. Saali ko tumhare jaisa lund chahiye….hamesha…. Baigan se bur ki pyass bhujhati hai….. Ahhh raja…. Tumhari maa bahut chudasi hai…..ek din ek kutte ko ghar ke andar laakar apna choot kholke uske saamne bhaithi thee kutia… lekin…..kutta ko choot ki pahchan nahee thee saala bahar chala gaya… teri maa kutte se bhee chudwaeygi…. Kya pata…. Chudwa… chukee ho….saali ko dhandhe par bhaitha do….. Bahut paisa kamayegi…. Kya chuchi hai… mera bhee mun.