I don't believe in the devil but what demons are in my unlucky heart? That was the way I was thinking all along. It used to be some cruel years till I...would realize the only devil was me. When I were so stupid to punish myself for what I am, there's no-one left that I could blame, right? I can't really fight my feeling of, well, that my younger brothers and sisters, that's most of teens of today, they seem not to think about the dangers when they share their nude images with others. Youngsters,. I am not sure how I felt about this whole thing.Sheila came to the room and sat next to me. She asked if I had a problemwith what she had done. I said yes, I think it is wrong. Sheila asked ifI was a sexist. Why would you say that I asked? Sheila asked why it wasO.K. for a girl, but not a boy. It did seem kind of wrong for me toapprove of one and not the other. Sheila said that she wished toapologize for being week and manipulative. I am not sure I understandwhat you mean. Sheila said. . situation.” I said, stumbling a bit.“David, I love you and I want to be in your bed, but I love them too. The other girls, they love you as well, and I know we can’t be a couple, you and I. I do see us being lovers for a long, long time so I hope if you do find someone, someday, she is understanding.” she said, moving close and pressing her lips to mine.“Now that we have that lift, will you sleep in my bed tonight? I have been fantasizing about us making love on my bed, in my room. Those. After confessing to my mom, Istarted going to a psychiatrist and psychologist. They both diagnosed mewith OCD and said that my reasons for crossdressing was that myoveractive brain was telling me to crossdress for some reason. At firstI believed them, but then I realized it was a lot of bullshit, sincethere was no reason for my brain to be telling me to do something asrandom as crossdressing. I concluded that it was a personal choice but Icontinued taking my meds over the next few months. They.