"He's working all weekend on some big project for that software company whose name I can't remember. But he sent you this book."I unwrapped it and rea... out the title. "Sexing the Body, by Anne Faustino-Sperling."Dad rolled his eyes. "Steve's always sending you these gender books, Kevin. Honestly, sometimes I think he wants a sister." I thought 'Gender Outlaw' by Kate Bornstein was a great book," I replied. "By the way, Dad, Mom, George, Shelly, I have an announcement to make. I like being. “Want a quickie, White Daddy?”“Yeah, faggit!”“Play some music on your phone.”The first song on the playlist was ‘Kryptonite’ by 3 Doors Down.Bentley stood and leaned against the wall. He stuck out his velvety smooth cherubic bum. He twerked it. The cheeks clapped.“Fuck,” Brad said in a low voice. He went up in it. He pounded in a rude, unmerciful manner.“Damn, White Daddy,” squeaked Bentley. “Fuck my bedussy!”“Yeah! Gimme that pretty Black fag bedussy!”Bentley gyrated to the beat. Brad. That's when I started dressing -- buying cheap female clothes and shoes in thrift stores and discount stores. I got a wig at Halloween and bought makeup. Tits were a real problem. I wanted some so bad, huge ones! But there was no way I could afford them. Finally I found some cheapie faux plastic ones that didn't look half bad in a bra. I was thin, with long legs, and when I dressed and put on the make up I thought I was very cute. Just the thought of dressing made and kept me hard! Like. It’s not a French kiss but a friend type kiss. John says ‘I’m sorry girls, I really am. I now need to email all our swinger friends and the Whites to let them know.’ Vanessa and John get up and head for their bedroom. I walk to my bedroom but I can’t stay here. I don’t really want to be in this house anymore. I walk out to the pool and sit down on one of the deck chairs. I’m still crying like a baby. My life has just crashed. I realized years ago how much my life revolves around the Andrews.