I wanted my stretched, fat, feeling. “More’ I said. He pulled out and came back with three. I lifted up to him and pushed against his hand. ... wanted to show him how much I could take. I pushed onto his hand until I could feel his three fingers up to the hilt. “More’ I said. His eyes opened. He pulled his fingers out and came back at me with four. I grabbed his hand and held it firm while I pushed up. I watched him watching his fingers disappear inside me. I wanted more and. The Master sent me.” Her voice sounded like music. “Please come in.”I didn’t even get the door close all the way before the next pet knocked on the door. Stand outside was an Asian women of about 23 years of age. She was about 5’6” and had on a blue kimono that stopped at her feet but was slit up both sides to her hips. She had very short black hair and brown eyes. “My name is Kumara. The Master sent.” She didn’t even wait for me to say come in she just walked right past me into the living. She had recovered enough to look calmer, less tense. As I approached her, she was watching the huge tent in my pants. Just as I put a knee on the bed to join her, she said, “Why don’t you take off your pants Dad,” her eyes darted to my face, “that can’t be very comfortable.”Ah, fuck! She couldn’t possibly know how her suggestion squeezed my balls. Even though I was racing down a path to Hell, I didn’t pause, I stood next to her bed and stripped my pants down and off; god that felt better. . Sherubbed her temples as I drove down the 405 to LAX. I glimpsed silenttears streaking down her cheeks."The life I imagined for you isn't-" But it's my life."She started sobbing."If your dad had been more involved, and I played a smaller role,everything could-" My being transsexual isn't your fault unless you take the blame forthe hormonal vagaries that altered me in utero. And dad's such anasshole that I'm glad he wasn't around." Don't hate your father." He ran off to Switzerland to escape.