My earliest memory of the trade offs that are expected of girls was about the same time my older brother must have been going through the change of li...e. He went from being a dick head to having a dick head that summer. He shared the experience with me in every way he could.I was about nine or ten at the time and doted on the bastard. I worshiped the water he walked on. For years, he had treated me like shit. I followed him everywhere for the privilege.That summer, he changed. Sort of.We were. They introduced me to two other guys Varun and Vikram. On an all we were six young boys in the age group of 22-25.Shivam drove us to a local Dhaba on the outskirts of Jaipur. We all got down and talked to each other. We ordered tea and bun. In the session of tea, all the awkwardness was now gone. We were like buddies now. They were fun boys.It was 1am already and then I asked them the plan. They had an adventurous plan in plate. Shivam drove us to one of the most beautiful but deserted forts of. Reynolds had to point out the significance of the missing apostrophe to me. I still thought it sounded more like it should be a restaurant.The clerk was a woman who liked to mother her customers. She told us to call her Madge. We hadn't been in her store for a minute before she had us sitting in comfortable chairs and offering us snacks. I could see why she would be very popular with the pregnant women who were the majority of her clientele."And what may I do for you and your lovely daughter. No profit is made from their usage in this storyby the author and this story can't be distributed by any site or individualfor their profit.This is an adult story. If you're not an adult, don't read any Further. Thisis a transgender story where I concentrate more on the story than on the bodyswitch aspects.****************************Chapter 1 - Life in Skull CaveThe unmistakable sound of an ax biting into solid wood kept vibrating loudlythrough the jungle, echoing off the centuries old trees.