I take a sip as we sit down on the couch.“Don’t get soused again,” she teases me.I laugh. “This drink only, I didn’t enjoy the other time,�... I tell her.“Seriously, honey, you know how risky it could be,” she warns, the smile leaving her face. “It could get a little nasty if he didn’t believe you, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. But what if he did believe you?”“Yes,” I say. “If it becomes known then I am a one-man freak show, unable to walk the streets in peace—if I am even allowed to walk. Inspite of the warm waters now cascading over both our nakedness, I felt a shiver run through my whole body as my urgent need came back...my need to be fucked...and fucked real hard.I closed my eyes and called out his name softly, my mind now losing its coherence as I felt Paul, my son Paul...naked...and in the shower with me...hugging my naked body tightly...his penis now searching for the opening of my body that was now its own...as I opened my shaking thighs to him and felt him finding. Needless to say, I was somewhat less thanenthusiastic about the procedure - which involved corseting, deportmentand hormonal therapy - but Aunt Julie was utterly inflexible on thesepoints.First, there were the sailor suits, followed by the unisexual clothing.Within two months I was slipping on pink nylon panties with barely aword of complaint. That was the hold she had on me. I hated beingtreated like a little girl, but I felt as though I had no other choice.By the time I turned fifteen, I was. ”“I don’t understand.”She looked into his eyes and then back down stating, “Three years ago, during the summer, I was doing something and got caught.”“Doing what?” Jake questioned.“I was...um…” Her voice trailed off and she kept her gaze down.“Kumiko, please tell me.”“But it’s embarrassing…”“I promise I won’t tell” Jake replied.Another long bout of silence followed until Kumiko finally started to speak after looking up into Jake’s eyes.“I was playing with myself…and I got caught. My dad was so.