I remember the day after I got home. I was getting dressed. None of myboy clothes felt any good. In fact when I had them On, I felt suddenlyanother pe...son. I was not myself. I kept telling myself that they werejust clothes and I was still myself. But I still felt bad, in fact sad.Mum kept asking me if I was OK, was I treated well and who was it thatkidnapped me. Dad just wanted to know if I was abused.The next day, I decided to tie my hair in a ponytail. I had to stealsome of my sister's. The couples seated around could clearly see her and the male partners were al drawn to her dancing. She gyrated her hips, bent her knees and twirled her thin dress to flare up and show glimpses of her stocking tops. The guy one up to me re-positioned his pants and clearly his erection was making him uncomfortable.Dee finished her dance and came back to me whispering that she was just popping off to the bathroom and she turned and disappeared towards the ladies. I turned my attention to all the. What I was contemplating had far reachingconsequences and while I didn't know what all the costs might be I didknow that if what I had read was correct my whole life was going to haveto change for me to be the person I was supposed to be.So I did some more research and found a test that could give me theanswers I needed. The Nemoy-Araujo test was a little more complicated thanan EKG, but not by much and it had a one hundred percent success rate indetecting the very thing I was looking for.. Wo bole… Chup hoja randi… Kafi tight gand he teri… Mera lund chil jayega aaj…. Bhut maja aane wala hai.. Or thodi der tak ek ungli ander baahar karne ke baad usne dusri ungli bhi daal di.. Meri fir se cheekh nikli… Or wo phir bola… Chu randi.. Agar awaj nikli to teri gand phad dunga… Phir thodi der baad mujhe relax feel hua..Usne fir se vaseline meri gand per lagai.. Or apne lund to topa meri gand ke ched per rakh diya… Pehle usne dhaka diya per ander nahi gaya or slip ho gaya… Per mujhe dard.