"I'm a transsexual."Sherry stared at Red. She was silent for a few seconds before shemustered a response, "Okay." I've come to accept that this is th... real me. I hope you can, and weall can, be adults about this." Are you screwing with m?" Sherry replied before she saw the company'sHuman Resources' director pantomiming to stop."What's that supposed to mean?" Red replied, cocking his head andplacing his hands on his hips."I'm sorry, Red..." Please do not call me Red anymore. My name is. Looking around, I noticed that there was a huge puddle on the ground too. She had completely lost control and pissed herself at least once. Alone out here, with her drunk, incapable and dripping with her own urine, I felt my cock stiffening at once.I sat down beside her on the bench and she barely stirred. Reaching down, I moved her panties aside and stroked the sopping wet lips of her pussy. Her public hair was soaked and matted, and after stroking for a moment I couldn’t resist raising my. I blushed and said, “aapne itni talkleef kyun kie?”“Pasand aayi? Tumhare naram, komal angon ko pyar se dhakne ke liye.” (Did you like it? I want to cover your soft body parts with them.)“Uncle, aap mujhe sharminda kar rahe hain.” I looked up to see him in the eye.I turned my back to him. My red saree was showing off my curves. My blouse had a low back. He touched my shoulder and my sleeveless arms and I felt a current in my spine. He came closer and hugged me. I lifted my neck up to believe. To the skater kids, I was Ayumi, after aninline skater. To my sister, I was Honey Bunny. To my friends, I wasClaudia. Other kids at school called me Mulan, who wasn't evenJapanese, not that most of them knew the fucking difference. Therewere other names for me, too, most of them created by Heidi Fleegleman,my mortal enemy. Since I was kind of tomboyish and so was Spinelli,and because of the stupid knit cap which I threw into my lockerplanning to never wear it again, ever, the only people.