Then I asked her ” How did you come?”She replied “By Walk, as its only 2 streets away”.Then I gathered courage and asked ” Can I drop you on...my way, today am going back home as its off for office”She smiled and said” Yes, but on condition, You come and have tea and see our new house too”.I was more than happy and told her to get on my bike. She sat with both legs on one side and caught my shoulder, as we started. While going we both were talking generally about old neighbors etc. We now reached. Myself being one and the other being my aunt, Amy. Two years ago, she rented a hotel room for us to stay when we took a trip to the big city as the large concert processions of orchestral or choral performers had come to town to represent the art they loved; and as it so turned out, Aunty Amy and I enjoyed it so much that we returned the following year. The story in which I am about to tell takes place in the third year, however, when I was only seventeen years old.At the time, my aunt Amy had. My mind was racing, I didn’t know what to say or do. Then I thought that I should tell him and if he gets angry or unstable I’ll just run out of the door. There were a few people on the street, it’s not like he would beat up a “girl” in front of other.“I’ll do it, but there’s something you should know before we go further.” I told him. He didn’t say anything, and just looked at me inquisitively. “I’m not a real girl, I’m a crossdresser.” His eyes widened. He was still quite.I got anxious but. Ab may zara expert ho gaya tha.and may ny jaldi sy choot may lun dal diya.ab aunty nay kaha ky agay peechay kamar ko hilao.itna ky lulla choot say bahir na nikly.may ny isi tarh kiya.poora lulla nikala par sirf topa under tha.phir poora ander kiya.wo mazay may aa gye “aaaaaaaaaa meray raja ” u hi zor zor say dhakay maro.may bhi zor zor say dhakay mar rha tha.wo bhi mazay lay rhi thi.jab us ko poora josh aa gaya to kuch is tarh ki awazy nikal rahi thi.aaaaaaaaaaaa oooooooooooooo mmmaaaaaaa.