Thedoor was opened and I was helped to climb up into the passenger seat.While John was going around to get in the other side, they said theirgood byes...to me through the open window."So long, Joanie. We're counting on you. You should enjoy keeping housein a motor home. Be sure to send postcards to tell us how you're doing."I watched while they stood waving as the vehicle pulled away. Then Johnreminded me to do up my seat belt. As I looked down to find thefastenings I was able to read the red. “There’s no one participating.”“We concur with your objection that no one’s participating,” Hanford said agreeably. “I know that the claim that the school is complying is disingenuous, but the Act speaks of what the school officials are to do to conduct the Program and it lists how pupils are expected to be treated and how the Program is to be run. But nowhere in the Act does it instruct school officials how they are to get pupils naked to participate. It obviously assumes that when told to. The sight of all this excited me so much that I automatically, without thinking, put my hand in my pyjama trousers and started stroking my hard cock.My mother and the man took each other’s clothes off, after which she knelt in front of him and took his stiff prick in her mouth. She started to suck fiercely and apparently did this very good, since the man was moaning with pleasure. I couldn’t take anymore at this sight and shot a load of sperm in my pyjama trousers. I had to take care not to. Which feels weird. Does that make sense?"Mom's lips moved slightly as she worked through what I'd just said. "Ithink so. Are you saying you feel more like a girl than a boy?"I opened my mouth to answer, then clamped it shut and decided to thinkabout the question first. What did it really mean to be a girl? Was itjust the clothes I was wearing? Was it my body? Was it something deepinside me that was telling me what I was? Did it matter if the rest ofthe world was telling me something different?.