It was the noisemakers that pulled me out of my reverie.The memories of my early years and my departure for England in the war had replayed in my head...vividly, almost as if I'd been reliving them. I couldn't remember ever having that kind of memory recall, conscious or asleep. I had remembered details of those events that I hadn't thought of since the day they'd occurred."What the hell is happening in my head," I asked myself, but as usual nobody answered.I left a $20 bill on the pillow for the. That night I got home from work to the usual music coming from Makayla's room and the dog barking at my feet for attention. I walk to Makaylas room and open the door to see what she wants for dinner only to find her on her laptop at her study desk watching a man licking a girls Clit as he fingers her fast and hard! And my little girl rubbing her own clit. She spins around and shuts her laptop with a look of pure horror and I quickly shut the door an walk away! What had I just witnessed. I had. You fucking nigger. You think I let a little dork like you handle these tits. You think a little fucking punk ass nigger like you could really even attempt to handle and ass like this…this is an ass for REAL MEN…not little bitch niggers like you. That right bitch…called you a nigger you little porch monkey, what you going to do about. You going to teach me a lesson, fuck me tight pussy raw. Hu..You suppose to be Jail house, give me that big fat dick of yours. Get up or I beat the shit out of. After that, Joe felt his hair being brushed againbefore being tied off in a big floppy pink bow. His Aunt then picked himup and set him down at the vanity to let him get his first good look at"herself." Joe felt his breath catch in his chest as he saw the pretty,though young, girl starring back at him from the vanity mirror. As Sallyhad expected, her long term makeup job blended in so flawlessly that Joecouldn't tell his new feminine appearance wasn't entirely natural. Hecould only think that.