Now my face is swollen and deformed, crossed by a terrible wound that goes from the front of my scalp, down my forehead to my face, crossing my right ...heek to the chin. I look like a monster and suddenly I could not hold the tears and started to mourn with grief for the loss of my old face looks. Doctors and nurses assured me in a few days I would feel better and my face would be slowly coming back to normal, and as a bad memory of my accident I would have to live with the long scar crossing. I didn’t have to be asked twice. As we lay looking at each other, I said, “I hope you know that I’m not really a girl”. I was so very afraid of what her answer would be.Tina said, “Honey….you are one of the most beautiful “gurls” I’ve seen. It doesn’t matter what’s down there”, pointing between my legs. The level of relief I felt was incredible. She saw my reaction, and said, “Do you know my secret?”. I had no idea what she was talking about and told her so. She kissed me deeply,. ” He said then showed me were the wood and water was to be put.It had been 13 days of working hard when I came across 3 young female minators frolicking in a stream and I hid in some bushes and watched. They were caressing, kissing, licking and sucking each others breasts and pussies, their hands roamed over their bodies. I was so excited that I did not notice that some fairies were watching me, really watching my cock getting hard. When they fluttered off past me I glanced up and noticed Broc. The helter-skelter look worked for some reason, and we found it to be comfortable, warm, and out of the Baltimore rain, which pleased us both greatly. When we walked in and found a seat, Angela hugged me to her, took my right hand and pushed it down inside the back of her jeans, squeezing it against her naked butt. Our little show looked completely anonymous, and as we took a seat, Angela called me her very sweet, best-est, big brother. I saw two heads pop up, when she emphasized 'big brother',.