I'm old enough to make my own decisions,but he can tell you that."About an hour later dad returned, madder than ever. He was stormingaround, talking a...out quack doctors and so on. Mom finally found outwhy."He said that Amanda was right! She cannot be a boy again if she isalready developing as a girl! He said that no reputable doctor wouldeven try it, and that's only if she agrees! And I know that she won't,so we now have a daughter! Our son is gone! Gone!" How could you not have figured that. That was my lowest point.“Instead, I sat down beside the little girl and cried along with her. I released all my grief over my wives and my unborn child. All my anger came out with the tears and the little girl crawled up on my lap to console me. She patted my cheek as I’m sure others had done to her in the past. Then she started to make funny faces. Again, I’m sure that was surefire way to cheer her up. It worked for me, too. I went from crying over things lost to laughing along with the. When we finished dinner, I rushed her into the bedroom.When I got her to the bed, I began by gently nibbling her little exposed nipples through her t-shirt. Then I started testing the waters, so to speak."It's sort of fun knowing that he saw how hot you are baby," I said in a cross between a whisper and a growl, "maybe I like showing you off..." Ha," she both laughed and moaned as took her other hard nipple gently between my teeth, "the delivery boy certainly had fun!"I lifted her shirt to her. You’ve earned this with your disobedience!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I gasped as she struck me. I simply couldn’t believe she was spanking me, I mean, I was too old for this!!! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!! I moaned in pain as each strike hit the same spot on my left cheek. “I said, to take it quietly and like a lady,” she insisted. I simply couldn’t help myself, the shock and pain were too much. Tears had formed in my eyes and were rolling down my cheeks. I hadn’t.