I looked up towards where his voice drifted from, and got an eyeful, he was leaning over the banister in a pair of skin-tight briefs and a broad smile...Dropping his hand onto his bulge he smiled even more broadly, adding a 'Hi aunt Mariel', giving himself a squeeze, somehow I felt it was more for my benefit.Just then his Mom walked-in with his ironed shirt and looked up, his erection was straining the stitching in his underpants, and she shook her head.'Just like your fucking father', shaking. . oops. I got light-headed for a moment.I returned home dressed as I had left. Other than my groin there was nothingfeminine about my appearance. I decided to dress in my old clothes until...until they didn't fit anymore. The only thing I had to remember was I waslegally female now so I had sign anything like credit card receipts andstuff, as Melinda, and I couldn't go topless in public or use public men'srooms. Later that day I went out to the pool in our backyard. I was wearingone of my usual. Then they headed down south to Mississippi, to the poor black community where Johnny's niece Tanya lived with her sharecropper parents.The men met Tanya and her parents and they had a good talk with her. She was a pretty girl, much lighter than her parents. She had a swollen belly, carrying the baby that white rapists had implanted in her womb. They had reported the assault to the local Sheriff, although they knew that he was unlikely to put forth much effort to find the rapists. Her mother. The sight of his bare butt brought back so many memories. The little mole just to the left of his butthole was visible. It was little girl Jessica’s duty to lick his anus clean after his toileting, and she would lick that little mole too. So many times she had licked him clean, and she remembered how she would be spanked if she let her tongue wander and lick his sac. Padre Ricardo would always pull down her panties before she was punished. All the sick training, with the punishments often.