I answered the phone, “Hello,” in a groggy morning voice. It was my brother’s wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred...meter runner. So having said that, you can visualize her physique, she’s hot, so fucking hot. I still don’t know to this day why she got married to my brother Graham. Graham is thirty years old, not a brilliant body, not by any means. But he is well off, he’s loaded, money coming out of his ears. His internet business took off four years ago and he’s. Wanna be treated as a wife for my man at home.His girlfriend when we are outside and as his slut when we are in bed.. I come from ranchi..I am slim, fair and height 5’8″..I m very curious about sex.I wanna know how a real girl feels.I wanna experience everything like a girl..In fact, I like girls and boys both..When I dress as a man I wanna fuck girls but also want to be dressed as a girl and get fucked.But as I come from a conservative family I am very afraid of my true nature being. The second time I caught the thief red-handed and got into a physical altercation.I ended up in a private school after Dad pulled a few strings to bypass the waiting list. That's where I am today. Further, since I WANTED to get further along with the violin, dear old Dad popped for some of the best tutors available.Some of those guys won't be bought. They only select students with promise. I got that kind of tutor, and I went twice a week and practiced interminable hours at home.Got selected. And boy! Cangirls spot a smell! It was several weeks before I resolved all the issueswith the girls and those resolutions took me a long way down the path towomanhood. I had to prove I could be trusted. I had to become thoughtfuland compassionate, supportive and gentle. No more bombastic conceit. Most particularly, skirts and then later in the summer term, the thincotton school frocks gave me that sense of vulnerability that most womenfelt about exposing their knickers. No more did I have.