"Call in sick, ho!" sliding his cock into my pussy."OHHHH! Jerome what have you done to me?...AHHHHHH!" Jerome started plowing into my pussy, I lost c...ntrol. It felt so good I started climaxing. "Fuck me Jerome I'm yours do it, yes that feels so good...AHHHHHHHHHHH!"Just then the phone rang, DAMN! I thought."Answer it," Jerome told me."Hello," I said, trying to control myself."Morning sweetheart," it was my husband."Morning honey," Jerome picked up the pace."How did you sleep?" he asked."Not. I knew that dad was having a bit of trouble with it at times but he was wonderful in the respect that, even though I was definitely not your usual boy, he wanted nothing but for me to be happy.As I reached my early teens and began junior high school, I noticed the changes in my best friends. They were all becoming young women and I was still a skinny boy. Although I had my hair fairly long and even though I kept my nails more on the long and feminine side, sometimes painting them with clear. " I said to myself.Then I tried to figure out my situation. Where was I? How had I got here?Was this some kind of joke, or a dream, or had I gone insane? As a youngperson struggling with feeling like a girl when I was physically a boy, Ioften questioned my sanity.I had done so less since I had actually begun working on a transition,but it was still something I wondered about on occasion. But lacking anyway to be absolutely sure I was sane, I decided to act as though thissituation was real,. At least Amelia assumed so, for she had seen nobody but eunuchs during her first few days. In fact for two of those days it was painful to lie down at all, because of the weals front and back from her flogging. At least she knew who had bought her, the eunuchs were quite willing to tell her that Ramzy El-Najjar had been the owner who bid the extraordinary fortune for her.Then after a week, there was a change in the routine. The eunuchs washed and perfumed and oiled her thoroughly and she knew.