She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi or gay, but real flesh and blood femininity. Whenever I was her, I felt right and whole. Whenever...I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she is me.And I am so glad, so very glad, I embraced myself by embracing her. Jennifer started out shy and timid – uncertain of herself and how others saw her. Not quite sure she was attractive or desirable. She began life with a pink and white wardrobe and long skirts which suggested virginal purity but. I figured she would get mad, but realize that I had done it for her and forgive me right away. However, after a week of not talking, of me bringing her flowers, offering to massage her feet, and anything else she wanted, I was at a loss for what to do.I went to a friend's house one night and he had some booze. I wasn't used to drinking and had half a bottle of liquor. I told him I was okay and decided to walk home. Well, I passed out in an alley, where I slept the entire night. When I finally. I let her have her moment, then walked over and slapped her till she whimpered. Kamisha sat there shaking, and sobbing as I walked back over to the table that I had set up and picked of the huge butcher knife. “You’re gonna die” I began, quietly as not to frighten her even more. “Not tonight, not tomorrow night, but soon. I don’t want to kill you, but your in my head and there are things that I need to do to you first, get my fix of you, then I will gut you like a pig with this knife. Do you. Just as you do.” Having made her point, she continued her previous topic. “That’s the benefit of feeding those local to your compound. If they get enough blood from periodic feedings, they’ll spend most of their time in the woods not bothering anyone. If ignored, they’ll seek out humans and rip them to shreds. This isn’t a matter of charity; it’s basic survival.”“Hell, you’ve convinced me!” Phillip crossed himself for effect.“I’ve witnessed so many unbelievable things this trip, I’ve got no.