"Yes, I will love you no matter what. So are you saying you are gaythen?" I said I'm not gay, Dad, just different." He said blushing."Different how?" ...ou sure you won't get mad?" No I won't get mad. Just tell me." Dad, it's um uh ... " I could tell Tim was struggling to get outwhat he wanted to say. "Dad ... I want to be a girl." Tim finallysaid, then looked down at the floor."A girl, what makes you think that you want to be a girl, Tim?"It's how I feel, Dad. I've known since I was around six.. For all his bluster, he wasn’t a stayer, and I knew he would come soon. I reached down, struggling to find my bag, my finger tips brushed against it. Just managing to get it. It was in my hand. He groaned, as his cock throbbed, his hands gripped the cheeks of my arse, gripped hard, as his orgasm began. His cock throbbed, ejaculating into me. I placed the dagger at his throat. I smiled.“Madam de Richemont sends her love!” I said.I forced the dagger into his throat, pushing down hard. It slid in,. . but drying myself down and looking into the kitchen watching my missus, something happened. Helen was bent over, and all of a sudden her jeans became tight and clung to her rear, I could see her panty lines, I felt myself licking and biting the bottom of my lips, the cold that had been coursing through my body was gone and a warmth came over me, and hardness appeared! Next thing I know I felt my hand rubbing my hard cock through my pants, not in a wanking kind of way but in the way that just. I said that girl back there was pretty hot, do you see her a lot? he said a couple times a week her Dad owned the shop. I said I couldn't help but see you were pretty hard when you left there, he just laughed and said he didn't realize anyone could see him and they would fire him if he got caught. I sat down on the seat and told him he didn't have anything to worry about.I asked "so whats under the coat?". He looked at me again and lifted it up showing his rock hard cock, probably 7" long,.