In one of the Facebook page by ID ‘Sexy bhabhis & aunties’. I once saw a message from a reader in Indore. I read it with interest. He had asked an... housewife wanting children can contact him for IVF. He had given his e-mail ID.I thought about this man for a few days and then decided to send an email which was harmless. I introduced myself and asked about his procedure and the expense involved. By evening I got the reply. He wrote that he runs an IVF center to help women who desire to have their. I was told to stop crying, which, of course, worked about as well as telling a woman to calm down. Then I was told if I didn’t stop crying I wouldn’t even get the presents that were left. Ever seen a five-year-old try to stone his father to death with unwanted Christmas presents? Sigh. Yeah. Anyway, that was the beginning of my dislike of Christmas, but it was by no means the last time my life became shit on that putrid holiday. Take my tenth year for example. That was the wonderful year when. I started letting my hair grow longer. By the end of thesummer I could pass as a cute young girl. School finally started back and I had little time to dress up inthe afternoon before Mom came home. I still hid a pair of panties in myroom to put on and jack off with from time to time.ENTRY 2 In my first journal entry I told how I started crossdressing. NowI will tell you about my Moms new husband and my new stepbrother. When summer vacation ended and I started back to school, I hadvery little. I wondered if she would want to do some cuddling or snuggling later. Girls liked that sort of thing, and I realized that with her, I might actually enjoy it too."Okay, so they're going try to torture you," I agreed. "And I'm going to come in--" Just as they're about to start jabbing me all over my body with hot iron pokers." You know, you've got a really twisted imagination," I grinned.Sarah laughed. "It's not me, it's the Shadow Monsters." Okay," I conceded, chuckling. Yes, Sarah really was.