I was for the first time in mylife in distress.I couldn't rescue my mother because she did not want rescuing. Mymother had instead come to rescue me.... She was my knight in a shiningchador and I was her damsel in distress.I was being led along a path to femininity, Islamic femininity."So, Caliana, no one noticed you are a boy under your makeup andchador?" Mum asked when I got home."Mum, you know I am not called Caliana and that I am your sonChristian." I replied weakly."You were a Christian,. I adjusted the view of the binoculars bringing her bedroom window into closer view and waited patiently.As I waited, I felt my heart beating in my chest, felt my hands starting to shake, felt saliva gathering in my mouth until I almost drooled, and then she entered.As she entered, she was looking down, fiddling with the knot that had held her shirt closed. I watched as she finally managed to open the outer loop of the knot before raising her hands and, her fingertips sliding down her. At the beginning your soul drives the skill. Ya push hard to do something humiliating, an ya find the skill. Your soul cultivates the spark of a skill in Ariel.”“Uh huh.”“An it feels good and goes well for ya. So your soul might get a bit more open to that. Ya have a good experience as Ariel an it’s a might easier to do the same thing as Ariel, as another life tied to your soul, an even out in the immortal world.”“That makes sense.”“But all this is cause ya want it. That want, and the spark. He groaned again. She loved the sound of it and knowing she turned him on so much. He then laid her down on the bed, pulling her tee shirt off her as he went before kissing his way from her lips, down her neck and between her breasts. He spent time kissing and sucking each one, biting gently at each nipple. He gripped her ass tightly as he continued kissing her way over her stomach and down to her sexy lace thong. She hooked her fingers in the strings and pulled them down for him allowing him.