Do you have any questions for me before we start?”“Only to know how I can help her.”“That is the question, isn’t it? It’s really the only ...uestion, but a lot of boyfriends ask questions.”“Boyfriend?”“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I understand that you and Bethany are just friends. Usually, the partners that girls bring in already have an established relationship. It’s not often I see a fifteen-year-old in your situation.”“That’s OK. I’m just super confused and want to know how to help. “He probably just needs his diaper changed. If he’s hungry, I’ll call you.”“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “The diapers are in the bag.”“I know,” he said, kissing her on the nose. “Go eat!”Constance watched as Bobby expertly checked Kyle’s diaper, and then changed it. She stared at the tiny penis sprouting from the joining of her brother’s legs.“It doesn’t look at all like yours,” she said, absently.“It will, some day,” said Bobby.That made Constance try to imagine Kyle, all grown up. He looked. Never mind I thought it was still early, she might not have seen them yet. The day passed slowly for I was eager to find a reply from her.'who are you? And where did you get those horrible pictures'Great she had replied, and there was no talk about 'oh that's not me' or anything; I replied immediately.'who I am is not important but your compliance is. Tell me all about these pictures, who took them and where and how old you were at the time'God my cock was already hard in my pants and I. The fire in my crotch wouldn't let me sleep, and I cried and wailed all night long.And even though they cut off my cock and balls and changed my name to "Jenny," I knew I was still a guy inside. They could never take my "Y" chromosome away from me!The pain subsided by morning, and I could feel a tugging deep inside me at my crotch. Some sort of wire brushed against my inner thigh when I squirmed a certain way.When morning came, it was just a blur of crotches in my face. I vaguely remember.