I'd suspectedpreviously what was wrong, but this confirmed it. I was turning into awoman, and I didn't want to. I didn't even want to be female. More ...hananything, anything at all... I wanted to be a boy.I'd always been somewhat tomboyish. I didn't have much of an interest insports but I loved watching motor racing- particularly Formula One- ontelevision. I had dolls and dress-up clothes growing up, but I muchpreferred playing video games. My hair never grew beyond shoulder length,and I never. She then got up off the bed and walked into her office. From my new vantage point, all I had to do was turn around as the viewing slit to her office was right behind me. As I peered in I saw her adjust a webcam that was on her desk and she started going through pages on the computer. The screen showed different adult swinger sites and it looked as if she were checking the classifieds. I knew then that I would be doing whatever it took to get the codes to both her office door and computer. I. "I've finally left the bastard mom! I can't stand him any more!" she sobbed.Michele was well aware of her daughter's marital problems but when she had tried to offer her daughter advice Jennifer told her in no uncertain terms to butt out. She had watched her daughter's descent into misery unable to help. These last few months Michele felt even guiltier because she and her son were so happy together."I've come home Mom," Jennifer announced, wiping her tears and forcing a smile."I've come back to. When everyone went to sleep, I told her to come in my room, and we had sex again. This time it was longer. We only did it in one position, me on top, but we did it 3 times that night, from midnight until about 2.We were both really busy the next week, so we didn’t see each other much. We both had Wednesday night off though. I snuck and read her diary, and she was talking about how she couldn’t believe she had sex with her older brother, and how it hurt at first, but said it felt so good when I.