Howwould my parents react? How would Emma react? Or Becca? Would they shunme? Would they force me to live like a girl? Would they send me to somekind ...f asylum, where I'd be brainwashed into believing that I was agirl after all?"I don't need to be afraid," I said confidently for a third time in thedeepest voice I could manage. This was MY life. What I say goes, notanyone else. People COULD live their life as the opposite gender to theone they were born into, if that was their desire. People. .. only when? Like? When I touch myself... except, Like? When I watched them last night, sir? And today?" Do you know what God is telling you? Do you know why you get so wet and slippery, my child?" Uh? No, sir?" she replied in a faint voice. "I don't?" Feel the tip of my cock, Vicki. What do you feel there?"The big, young virgin looked down and touched the bulbous, purple tip. "Oh, Father? It's wet and... like... slippery, too?" That's another sign, my child. It is God's way of preparing us.. My mind was a complete haze but I think I showered and changed in record time, just before my parents were about to leave for work. When I reached the hall my dad told me “The family fuck doll's in the kitchen- you're old enough to enjoy her now too”. My mom kissed me on the cheek and told me to enjoy and they were both gone. I breathed in deeply and then made my way to the kitchen.I stood in the door way and watched as Mandy filled the dishwasher. She was wearing a tiny maids dress that didn't. . shit! The truth is I don't want him to stop. How can I be enjoying this!? He plays with my nipples and they obligingly form small, hard buds. He moans quietly and rolls them between his fingers then cups my breasts again, kneading, exploring. Oh God, I'm moaning too! What the fuck is going on?Raymond moves back to stand facing me. He's leaning forward slightly to touch my tits again. Damn it feels great. I know I should try to maintain eye contact with him, to reach him, to get the message.