I mean, right next to me! Our hips and knees, touching. Like me, he is wearing dark grey trousers. His school trousers, as mine are on a 'normal' day....What the hell is going on? This lad that I had met barely three minutes ago is suddenly sitting, more or less, on my lap. Cool as a cucumber. Well, he seems to be anyway. I turn my head to have a look at him again and, as he is so close I am kind of inspecting his eardrum. He pulls away, startled. Now it's my turn to apologise. “Sorry.” “Sorry,”. Your mother and I have been keepingsomething from you for the last couple of years. Please believe me when Isay that was not by choice.You remember how it seemed to be. One day I came home in women's clothesand told you I was transgender, that I was going to transition to live asthe woman I felt myself to be.You both were confused, and upset, but you showed true quality indeciding that you wanted me happy, even if that meant I was no longer thedaddy you had known.Time passed, and you watched me. "All that was running threw my mind was why is this happening? why couldn't i scream?" The pain was still there as she made sure there was not a single hair left on my body that wasn't my eyebrows, eyelashes, and head. I was sure my skin was ready from the torment as parts of my body went numb from the pain of having the hair ripped from my skin. By the time this was done i felt my penis had cum'ed twice like it had a mind of its own now. I should have had tears running down my face, my eyes. I lay back and watch in amazement. I look over at the TV and there is a girl that looks a lot like my girl. Then I realize I don't know her name. I ask her what her name is and she says, "Out here they just call me pink. But tonight I just want to be your dirty whore." I smile and look back at the TV and notice the girl that looks like my dirty whore is getting a cock pulled out of her ass, followed by a rush if cum and another cock jumps in. I point at the TV and say, "I want my dirty whore's.