. to my sweet angel, Canella.“We’ve all got your back, and I’ll fill in the vocals for you should you stumble on it, Mike,” Lynette said throu...h my ear-monitors. I simply nodded in thanks to Lynette and then turned to face the crowd.With my slightly distressed looking face up on the video screens, a hushed murmur spread through the JLC like a wave rippling through a pond when a stone is thrown into it. I took a deep breath and a quick glance at Lisa and Sammy as they stood in front of Cano’s. I used to ask her photos she used to send me her casual photos. One day I asked her half saree photos and she sent me. Wow, she was looking amazing.Her navel was a masterpiece. I asked her a photo from side view she sent me immediately. I was like wow my mouth was running with saliva for her body. Her perfect boobs and navel with her ass bound in the pavada have raised my body temperatures. I started feeling horny and praised her beauty like anything.Then slowly I started saying her what I. ButRita's story about her obviously dear friend Tammy made me realize thatthere was another kind of 'father' out there; one that would do to theirreal girl what Daddy wanted to do to me. And I couldn't help but feelanger and rebellion at that, no matter how I wanted Daddy to keep us.I'd been raised with the notion that girls were better than boys. I'daccepted that without question all my life. And, since I wasn't born agirl, since I'd been born a boy, becoming a girl for Daddy was likebeing. Mylife as a "deepfake" became even deeper. But somewhere inside, Iunderstood that I could not go on like this forever. Death by overdosewas the most likely destination, and I felt terrified about my future.To save my sanity, I have tried to find my calling. Perhaps I couldfind happiness by occupying myself with something meaningful? But thatwas not easy as well.To make matters worse, I am also dyslexic. And the teachers at thelocal school had no idea and just proclaimed me stupid and lazy. So.