When the young black maid appeared, she said, "Have one of the boys go cut me some switches, althea will do. Long ones."Anne ran from the dining room ...nd galloped up the stairs, skirts flying, her heart beating rapidly, bile in her mouth, refusing to cry, not sure whether she was furious or frightened.At two that afternoon, wearing her ice-blue gown with an edge of ruffled lace across her freckled chest and a pair of antique combs in her unruly red hair, Anne Conroy curtsied and let the fat man. I startedto think of what I wanted. This was easy. I wanted my mom and dad back.I wanted my old clothes and toys. I wanted my old name. All this wasnot possible, and when I looked down at my body, it confirmed that Iwas born as a girl. This confused me, as I had a girls body, but I feltlike a boy. I looked in the mirror and felt so empty inside when I seena girls slit on my body. Should I fight God and the way he created me?I had to accept that I was a girl. Otherwise my life would be hell.The. Geneviève lived on the second floor and had to use the outside staircase to go back and forth to the third floor. She sat in her living room and read some magazines. She could hear screams which were not from a German torture cell but from two women having their sexual pleasure. She had met Tessa during one of her frequent trips to Vichy to renew with her contacts in the French government. Tessa and Geneviève had befriended each other in a café over a glass of cognac. They were very frank with. I just knew it was going to be porn, I did not mind, after all we all had been talking sex and he had seen all I had to show, last summer.He started the clip and it was him and her having sex, nothing much hidden there as his cock pounded her open pussy, 'Home videos' I laughed, 'Nice cock John, I'm jealous', and raised my glass to drink.'Oh Fuck Mariel', he groaned, and I turned my head to see him wanking his cock, my hair being entangled in it, 'John', I said and I turned a little more to.