Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently waited for her friend. It wasn't a long wait, a few minutes later she spotted Yolanda coming out...of the same side door she had used.Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and stood five foot seven. She had long black hair, which she wore up in a carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which framed a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had a figure that caused admiration in men and envy in women. Pert,. “What do you think you are doing?” Anna said sharply.Becca’s hand stopped immediately.“Have you finished all of the work I asked you to do?” Anna inquired.Becca responded in a voice that showed she was near tears, “No Anna.” Becca stifled a brief sob and said, “I am sorry Anna. I am so sorry.”Anna smiled. It is early, we must be gentle she thought.Anna said in a gentle and reassuring voice, “Well, this is new to you, I know. So it is natural that you feel this way. But you really must not hide. I ran my hand beneath her sweatshirt against small breast and heard her intake of breath.The coolness of my hand made her gasp, and she giggled, “Guess I’ll have to warm you up ... dad” She batted her brown eyes at me in the lantern light. She slid her hand beneath my sweatpants, and traced the outline of my hardening tool. “Oohh! “, she whispered, “That’s so big!”I slid my shorts down and laid her head on my stomach, stroking my stump near her mouth.This was my next hurdle; was she ready to be. My father reached over and pulled at the corset and tugging on it, trying to pull it off. He shook me back and forth.“What is the matter with you?” He asked as he shook me.“This is who I am!” I told him through the tears.“No, it isn’t!” My father said as he reached back and slapped with his open hand.“No son of mine is a faggot!’ He added.“This is who I am.” I pleaded again.“Not in my house, you aren’t.” He answered coldly. “Get the fuck out!’I looked back at him, shocked and sobbing. Just.