Two wives eat a lot and they’re always wanting things ... new skins, cowrie shells, elk teeth ... status symbols.Two obvious beauties meant the male... probably resented me. So ... I must be somebody; head hunter? War chief? I was absolutely too young to be the headman.My reading had obvious benefits ... ask the wives ... after they wake up. In the morning the neighbors were up and about. When I tossed back the door flap ... I wouldn’t call it applause ... they didn’t do that ... but, approbation. It felt good to have her tits rubbed but that was as far as she had let him go. This time he moved his hand down into her pants and she did not stop him. She knew that this was the night that she was going to get fucked for the first time. Fred pulled her pants down and then pulled his own also. It was the first cock she had ever seen. It was about five inches and fully erect. He had just the beginnings of pubic hair. He slipped on a condom, spread her legs with his hands and pushed his. "What's so funny?" It was Gina. She sat down next to me, having broken away from the serving line. Becky froze with alarm and was getting up to leave when I stopped her."It was something that happened a long time ago," I said, looking at Becky and beginning to laugh again. She looked at Gina for a second, then at me before falling back into hysterical laughter.Something hit me. I squared my shoulders and sat straight in my seat, looking straight ahead. Becky became quiet and both girls looked. Now, my last exit from a total transition is foreclosed. No more can Islip back into being Tyler and masquerade as a boy. If my dad ever getsout of prison, or my mom survives her most recent junkie binge, theywill have to accept me as Tyla, their busty and beautiful daughter. Mycousins in Fresno will have to lust over me as a girl, and my stepbrothers somewhere in Cambodia will have accept or reject me as asister. I can never go back to being Tyler. I got shoved through the door to full.