I’m embarrassed that I’m so turned on, that they are teasing me so. For once, I’m really being dominated. They are in control. I want to f...ck, but I have to wait for them. It makes me want them. They touch me, I can’t touch them. They see my body, I can’t see their bodies. I’m almost insane with desire. I want to get fucked. They take me out of the tub and dry me off. I feel like a little girl just done with bath time. They walk out the bathroom and leave me lying there, on a towel,. I got up early on Saturday morning and signed on to the internet, I wentto Friendbook and although I hadn't planned it, I looked at old picturesof myself, pictures of when Mom and Dad were still alive, back in thetime when I dressed only as a boy. Oh well, that past was gone, my lifewould never been the same as it was then, but hope remained, I speculatedthat being very wealthy might greatly reduce the shame I felt fromwearing women's clothes. In spite of everything though I had already. ”“Oh, Daddy, you do love me! You’re jealous!”Andrew put his arms around his daughter. “Of course I love you; but not ‘that way’. You’re my little girl and I want to protect you from those predatory men out there who want to do the same things to you that I would have wanted to do to you if I were eighteen. Believe me, I know what this Eamon is thinking, and it isn’t pretty.” Part 3Eamon Turner lay on his bed thinking about this remarkable day. He felt like his life was turning upside down.. And I think Mom does know. God, what a mess."Izzy held herself tighter against me, and I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder."You know what? I don't think I've linked with a single person yet who wasn't feeling fear." I said softly.Izzy was quiet for a while. "That isn't surprising, if you think about it. Everyone's afraid of something. Most people are constantly afraid of bad things that might happen, either to them or someone they care about. That's what makes paranoia. And bad things.