D. Why?J. I feel it all over again. I feel like a man until I look down and - You wouldn't understand. I told you this yesterday. It happened again. I... will happen tomorrow. This is my punishment.D. Punishment for what?J. My punishment is I have to sit to pee. I've gotten shorter. Weaker. Smaller. My identity has been taken from me. My life has been taken. And I forget why. All I know is I am a girl. I have no idea how I will live as one... I'm tired.D. You've been napping.J. I tried to stay. "Dad looked at Mom, who shrugged. They exchanged looks that made it clear they didn't believe me."Let me show you," I offered.I woke Kizuna and gently moved her back to her bed. When I set her down, she said, "What?" Come back over to my bed like you did last night."When I lay back on my bed, Kizuna again climbed out her bed and came over to mine, then put her arms around my neck."'Night," she said.My parents believed me then.I had steadily replaced Mom over the years and had taken over caring. Well as I was doing the job they had employed me to do, it was a day like any other day I was up stairs working when she came in to the small box room with tea and biscuits I said thank you and we chatted a while but then said "I have to go out to see a friend", my husband was away down it London for a few days and would not be back, if I needed to leave or go to home, would I be a love and lock the door if I had not returned from the visit with "the friend". ok see you later an thanks for the. I began to tremble and giggle with recognizable abandon. He slowly began fingering my G-spot while he explained to me how he experienced my pleasure."I like how it squishes and moistens when I touch it just right," he continued. "I like how you try to hold back your excitement while your trembling thighs and tummy betray you. I like how you push down on me and thrust against me, trying to drink in pleasure from the very center of you."As he described what he was doing to me, my body.