“My perverted brother is the only boy who ever groped them.”Apparently I was visibly relieved, because she laughed.“I can’t believe you’re j...alous.”She’d been honest with me. She could have strung me along and tortured me, but she hadn’t. So I was honest with her, too. Well, mostly, anyway.“I was worried about you,” I said. “Guys try stuff.”“Dennis was a perfect gentleman tonight,” she said. “The only guy who was a danger to my virtue was you.”“Me? All I did was demonstrate how if you didn’t. I looked up to see Mommy and Alicia in deep conversation. My sister wasa mirror image of her ever youthful mother, but instead of blackstockings and heels hers were white. They looked down at me with utterscorn."Time for you to pop your cherry, brother dearest. I see your hard inyour silk prison, but you won't be needing this pathetic cock. No itstime for you to get fucked by a real man!"Stepping into sight was Brad from my office. He was buck naked andsporting an impressive 7" cock, he was. Great, I thought. Iwas doomed. Either I would be teased and tormented as a boy, because Iwas a sissy, or I would be teased and tormented as a girl, because I wasa queer. I started to cry.Mom came over and comforted me. I told her that I did not want to be aboy. I had already signed up for Home Ec and boys had to take Shop. Notexactly a compelling reason for gender reassignment, but it was a start.I didn't know anything about being a boy, I went on, gaining momentum. Ididn't even know how to use. When we get familiar with someone and we really know them, we think we know how they think. I’m constantly stopping myself and saying, ‘Wait, that statement about them might NOT be something they agree with any longer. I defer to that person, even Alice and my other wives. I just might not know what they’d do in some situation or what they’d say.“In another way, I try not to discount some accomplishment they make, even just making it to the end of a normal week at work. What seems.