My Mom knew something was up with me, and I knew it as well. We went to the doctors a lot but my Mom and the Doctors always talked privately without m.... When I hit my teenage years, I went to the doctors my myself. I mean, I knew there was something wrong with me but I didn't know what. I told the doctors everything which occurred in my life. Eventually I was told that I had a rare psychological gender disorder called Transsexualism. I had to undergo treatment, medications and surgery to have. " I know," Connie said with a bit of a chuckle, "and I'm sorry if my teasing upset you. I didn't mean to make you mad. Besides, I appreciate that you haven't gotten any of the Taylor's pregnant. It actually means a lot to me." It does?" Charles inquired, raising an eyebrow in response to Connie's words. "And why would you be interested in whether I'm fathering children or not?" Well there are several reasons," Connie answered, giving Charles a mischievous look. "One of course is the fact that. They stayed until about ten and it was exhausting fun. I came four times in the short six hours or so they were here. I loved my teenage lovers however they tired a man out, but I wouldn't trade my life for all the money in the world. I regularly had sex with Katie, Cristina, and Nicole. It wasn't as often with Courtney, but we still did it about once a week. I also now had approximately twice a week sex with Katie's mom, Lori. There was nothing not to like about my life unless dying by sexual. Knowing that my sister was a better cook than average, I headed into the kitchen to see what had happened. I seen right off that a skillet full of fried potatoes was burning, so I turned off the fire beneath them and then went looking for my sister. Seeing that the bathroom door was closed, I knocked and asked if she was in there, but receiving no answer I looked through the rest of the house and found it empty. Going back to the bathroom, I knock again. It was still quiet, so I opened the door.