OnceI was in the house I carefully sat on the couch, then started to cry.It was almost a week before I could move with any degree of painlesseffort, a...d with all the newspaper coverage, that meant that some, ormaybe most of the kids in school, knew that I had been dressed as agirl. I was facing a very tough time in school and I knew it. With noway to win, I became despondent and wanted to end my rapidly escalatingmiserable life. One friend did stop by. One. Pickles. He got thatnickname because. They were a bit drunk but and chat up lines were rather c***dish, but they were funny. Told them husband was with me but that didn’t stop them, so said he was at toilets waiting for me to follow him lol, we had a good laugh and it was only then I spotted husband at the bar drinking and looking over. I checked my phone and had a txt saying to go in, but I had missed him. Then a txt came saying ‘show them your pussy’, and one of the guys read it when I did lol, the guy laughed and said ‘go on. Even she was very beautiful to look and with her big balls and she was always visiting my Mousi’s house. she always talked to me in a good manner, even I did it. I always spend my free time in my Mousi’s house and tried to touch her parts, but she was not reacting to that issue; even then I was not able to have a sex with her. By that time my wish remained a wish, bcoz as I completed my PU ,my parents put me in a engg college in Bangalore. But once it so happened that my uncle, Mousi with. As the sun set and the air cooled, Flora packed up the grainshe had spent the day sifting and sorting and stood up to stretch. She waslonging for a refreshing shower, she wasn?t sure if she would get one. Shedrank the rest of the water from the bottle and walked a few steps away fromthe porch, as far as her ankle chain would allow her. She saw Fiona, one of theother two slaves appear in the distance, carrying a sack over her shoulder anda bucket in one hand. Without saying a word, Fiona entered.