When am I being sent away?It's not prison. It's fa(mi)ly. I know you're going to love it there.Anyway we'll drop you off Friday night. Dad and I are l...aving early Saturday morning.Friday night came, my parents dropped me off at fa(mi)ly prison.It was THE strangest fuckin' thing I ever saw!Mom and dad didn't come in. I was greeted by my Aunt Franny wearing see through cover up.Aunt Franny hugged me so tightly I could feel her tits. Were so glad you came Kim. Everyone is excited to have you. Contrary to what I had believed, her butt tasted great, even better than pussy. Much better in fact. This gave me the confidence to continue.Getting bolder, I moved my tongue up to find that tight pucker of her girly anus that had been winking and teasing me for so long. I slowly pushed my tongue forward, probing and pressing at that most intimate and taboo of her holes, feeling it clench and unclench in response to my unannounced oral assault. The taste was exquisite.Hearing no protests from. ‘No problem. She is doing great. Anne will be ready to be discharged tomorrow. Are going to be the one taking her home?’ I ask letting go of his hand. I am still only able to see his eyes because there is a bouquet of roses in between us. I quickly count and there has to be at least 20 in there. ‘Oh, sorry’ he says as he backs into the hall bringing down the bouquet at the same time. In the light I now see him. He is breathtaking. It is him. The man in her photo. First thought is naturally that. Well, as used to them as you can when you feel like a nailis being driven into foot every time you take a step. Otherwise, itwasn't that bad. I even want out to the movies with Gina and Rose oneFriday night and caught up with them for lunch the following Sunday. I really grew quite comfortable and confident out in public. No one couldtell I was a man as far as I knew. Those two weeks were rougher at home. I would dress as a man, and itwould also look so bizarre because of the nails. The nails.