Also I have some... special needs... when it comes to sex. Regular sex is good. Sometimes regular sex is great. But nothing compares to being tied up ...r tied down while Ron has his way with me.Once I am tied up, he can do anything he wants with me– except pain. I’m not into that. I like being restrained, but no whippings or canings or stuff like that. An occasional light spanking if I am already all turned on is OK. In fact, it can take me higher. But for the most part I just like to be tied. "I have the power torid you of this disease. The disease is a male disease. Your body isreacting against your maleness. I see in you the same beauty that I sawin Jana. You are the same as her. If you will let me place my fluid inyou, and if you will become one of my special few, then you may leave withJana if that is what you wish. But I want you to leave and live, notdie."JJ had been watching and listening, and said, "What cancer, Dad? I didn'tknow." Curiously, he is right," I said,. " "Dad," Brad said horrified. "How can you talk like that?" This did not sound good. As Mr. Johnson drove off post, I fumbled in mypurse for my cell phone. Brad saw the motion, but didn't say anything. I didn't push the button, though."It's about time we got this straight, Brad. That creature back there isn't a girl. That's a boy in drag and the more you go out with it, the more of a fairy you're becoming. I won't have it." "I'm a girl, Mr. Johnson. I don't care what my brother must have. I’d managed to break my leg, and both arms, but what had the doctors concerned was the blow to my head. They’d kept me unconscious for a couple of weeks to makes sure I wasn’t overly stressed and thereby allow the swelling to go down. I underwent a battery of tests to see if I’d suffered any brain damage.Finally I was released home and into the care of my mother. This didn’t sound so bad, my mother had always looked after me as well as she could whilst working full time in her own business. .