I was still in the car when the phone rang. "Sheriff Porter this is Doctor Angela Simmons at the University forensic department. There seems to have b...en a bit of a mix up with our computer department." the female voices said.I put on my sweetest feminine voice to say, "No mistake your computer department head is a dick." I tried to say it nicely while still letting my opinion show. I have his comments on tape and they are not even close to what we signed up for. I have a son of bitch who. . but he wasn't saying them. I pushed my finger against my clit and was a little surprised to find it slick and hot. It seemed these activities were turning me on more than I realized. "You know I should punish you, Toy?" I said it like a question."Yeah, I know."I nodded... I started thinking about punishing him. I could use any number of the toys in my night stand. I had paddles, a small flogger, some improvised kitchen implements... so many things to make his bare butt bright red like I. Now I have always been a believer in destiny or fate. And it could only have been through destiny that the dominos would have fallen the way they did...giving me the perfect opportunity to fuck my Mother. First off, my Dad phoned at five o'clock to tell Mom that due to late bargaining (my Dad is a high powered mediator...the guy you hire to end long standing feuds), he wasn't going to make it home in time, although he might get in late enough to meet her at the party. Mom was furious, because. When my parents found out they didn’t speak to her for two years.I started hormone therapy. I took the hormones for eighteen months, my breasts got slightly more prominent, my voice a little higher, and my skin became a little smoother. My body was definitely changing. Everything for the first eight months was going fine, just the regular effects, but then I started to violently ill.It began to get progressively worse. I tried to carry on for the next few months but, I never got any better, and.