Then I pulled both his hands through the back supports of the chair while my father put the cuffs on his wrists."My father didn't do anything at first... he just looked at him checking his reaction. He was scared, but then they always are when faced with the two of us because our reputation always precedes us."Then satisfied that the man wasn't about to move in a hurry my father took the cut-throat from his pocket, pulled the man's grubby sweatshirt away from his body, held the razor to it and. . ?"Oh my God, that's... that's you, isn't it Trish!" I stuttered, gaspingat the end when the nasal high-pitched voice that ushered out of mymouth sunk into my brain.?"It's not Trish anymore, or even Patricia. Honey, it's Patrick," hesaid, fighting his way out of the tatters of his shirt. "Boy, you nevertold me how good it feels to be a man." She flexed the thick muscles ofher arms and chest and looked generally astonished if not completelyhappy with her new form.?"I-I-I... what's happened to. And now that I will be working, I can contribute to the family finances instead of just draining them," he said."Oh, honey, you were never a 'drain' on me. I am so proud and so happy for my little boy!" she said."Little MAN" Connie corrected."Yeah, I suppose you are. You have a job now, you have the girl, and you going to be a college student. My little Tommy is all grown up!" Barbara said.A couple of days later Barbara had the day off from the hospital. Connie called up and invited her to go. “ Lizzy commented, still not blinking. Patrick pulled out of Savannah, a very modest looking penis from what I could tell. At least how I had heard them described in pornos. Patrick reached for a blanket on the couch and covered him and Savannah and cuddled with her. Lizzy and I didn’t move for 15 minutes. Just staring at what was already done. Had we really just watched our friend, or best friend have fucking sex with a nasty old fucker right on the floor? That wasn’t special, that.