I wondered if she’d relate differently to Col if she knew Col was a girl. As we finished, my mother came back into the kitchen.“Will, you and Col ...an get the camp bed out of the shed and take it up to your room. Do you remember how to put it together?”“I think so.”The camp bed was primitive by the modern standards I was used to – basically, canvas stretched tightly across a wooden frame on a set of six legs. There was no mattress, you just put a couple of blankets on top of the canvas to soften. I could bring home hormones that the company offers to transsexuals who want a more feminine physique while not their "manhood".I was so happy that I nearly cried.By the end of January my wardrobe had grown to include ever taller high heeled boots, patterned stockings as well as a variety of corsets to help me achieve that perfect "shemale" look Brittney and I enjoyed so very much.The hormones that Brittney had brought back from her pharmaceutical company had been in both pills and liquid, and. I had hoped we could have some kind of connection but I didn’t know what I could offer you, or if you could welcome me into your life. ‘Knowing you were Anastasia’s son, I thought of ways to seduce you. I wanted you to like me at first, at least sexually. I wanted you to find me appealing so I could ‘infect’ you when your conversion would be brought about without a whimper of regret. I knew the lure and promise of sex was powerful to humans. But I didn’t know if you could find one of us. By the end, when the camp moved on to terrorise another part of the Principality she was like an experienced and ravaged whore (though not a whore since they got paid). She had been available for two weeks and all who wanted young cunt had taken advantage. She had sucked cock and vomited, she had been fucked as her menstrual blood flowed, and she had been prised open and fucked up the arse painfully and damagingly. It would take weeks to recover physically and a lifetime wasn’t long enough to.