She gets up and heads to the pool. She needs to chillax and get a fucking grip. If anyone could read her mind they’d have her in a mental hospital. ...he cool waters restore a small splash of sanity.After a few laps, she stops. She can usually swim a lot more, but she’s feeling a little off. From the far end of the pool, Uncle Ryan smiles and waves with drink in hand. When she waves back, he beckons her over. She swims up, feeling the ripple of the jets down her body. His favorite spot to stand. Janet was holding the other end, still smiling at me. With the hood over my nose, I was forced to breathe through the tube in my mouth. ?This is a new day for you, Aidan,? she said. ?Your life takes a different direction from this point on.? With that, she opened both pill bottles and extracted a pill from each. One pill was small and purple, and the other rather larger, round and white. ?This little pill is Provera,? she said, ?and the larger one is Premarin. They’re what I’ll be. She bit her lip and smiled, as she realized that this was Jeff's scheduled "time". Amy had noticed over the past couple months that every day after school, Jeff would sequester himself in his room. She had heard him many times as she passed by his room, and knew what he was doing in there. She giggled quietly, at the though of Jeff in there, pleasuring himself, while she listened outside.That was when a thought struck her. She had never seen a real live penis up close, and his door was open. And they could hear her above the noisy casino, all the way to the lounge.“Do you gamble a lot?” Bob asked. She’d hit the cash-in button and he was helping her scoop up her tokens and put them in a bucket.“That was the first time I’ve ever put money in a slot machine! I thought I was betting a dollar each time, then in four spins it had wiped out my twenty! I didn’t mean to scream, but that was wild seeing four hundred credits load up.”“Well, now that you have their money, what are you going to.