After Kathy left, Ben put the papers he’d been working on in the filing cabinet, turned off the lights and left, too, locking the door behind him. W...en he got to his apartment, he was surprised to find Ginger Morris’ car parked outside his building. She got out when he pulled up. ‘Hi, Mr. Sanders,’ Ginger said. ‘I’m home from college for a couple of days, so I thought I’d stop over and see you.’ ‘Hi, Ginger,’ Ben replied, smiling. ‘Does your mother know where you are?’ Ginger giggled. ‘Nope,’. Are you wet?”“Yes,” she answered with a bit of shame in her voice.“Figures,” I said, as I pulled into her driveway.”I know that there is an alarm system,” I said, showing her keys, “Which one is for the door?”She pointed out the key and told me that there was indeed an alarm system, but it was not turned on. God, these bitches can be so dumb.I asked her if she wanted to live and she indicated that she did. “If you do anything tricky, I will kill you. I killed a cop a couple days ago, so you are. "Sure I can" she said back at me "and you'reboth not going to leave this room except for food, water or to use thebathroom until tomorrow morning when he will leave." She eyeballed mefor a minute before she said "and you should be wearing something a bitmore appropriate. Lets make it whatever this guy's fetish is."Taking my eyes away from her, I looked down and could see my huge titsexposed through cutouts in a white teddy, the glare of the bedroom lightreflecting off of the silver of my. She then began to tell me a story that left me amazed and intrigued. When she was born, she was not called Christina but Christian. She was, in fact, a completely physically normal boy. Despite being raised and treated as a boy, Christina never fit in with other boys, and always had a preference for more traditionally feminine things and activities. Her parents tried to force into the role of a male. This caused great alienation between her and her family. Things continued like this until she.