He was muttering curses and insults under his breath, but his words were ignored. She was in a world of her own, an erotic fantasy world that both ex...ited and scared her. She let her hand slip down between her legs. She was on fire. Her tight pussy was very wet, and it surprised her. She could not ever remember it being quite this wet before. Suddenly, she felt the hard whack of the comb against the back of her head. “Stop that, this instant” her keeper hissed at her. She was so lost in. In all the time she was in the hospital, and for as long as she was able, Ava’s mother wrote to her. She wrote motherly love letters and letters of encouragement.Now Ava was sitting in the corner of the room as people came by to wish their condolences. They had come back from the funeral where her father had cried like a child. She had never seen him cry, he was always so strong. All through her mother’s illness, he would give her courage and tell her that things would be better.Ava didn’t care. Without saying a word I took her legs, avoiding some ill-placed kicks, and we carried her back to the truck. We cuffed her hands behind her back but she was still struggling hard. “Buddy, I gotta hit her,” I told Jake. “We can’t have her struggling like this.” He sighed. “Alright, just try not to leave a mark.” I rolled her onto her stomach. “Hand me the hammer out of the glove compartment.” “Shit,” he mumbled. But he handed me the hammer. Sitting on her back to keep her still, I tilted her. .. boy parts?" At first, yeah," Heather nodded. "But then JD, uh ... Principal Davis, told me about a doctor who specializes in girls like me." You mean transsexuals?" Mom asked as Heather pulled her top back down."Kind of," Heather shrugged. "Except he doesn't really work with people who want the whole sex change deal." Oh." Mom smiled patiently, looking for a little more explanation than that."Like, I'm never going to get my penis cut off!" Heather giggled. "No way! I like it too much!" So.