In reality they saw my fragile build, the way I responded exactly like a woman would in any situation, how I always was clean, neat, tidying up stuff,...and how fast my hair grew. Damn, yes, that was it: by letting my own hair grow like a woman, I had already told my story. The oldest brother had already made remarks in the direction that I was looking good as a woman. With my long legs, small hands and feet, hanging shoulders, hairless smooth body, small penis, big, sensitive nipples with wide. The conflict churned inside of me. Maybe there was a way to keep all of those promises?All this swirled in my head as I stared into the city skyline for what seemed like forever until my phone buzzed. Oddly enough it was from Amanda. There were the pics Amanda had taken of Justine and I, plus a selfie-style pic of the two ladies kissing each other in what I assumed was the bedroom of the apartment. The message with it read:Grant probably wants to know Justine is alrightWhy don’t you let him. There had been Angela, a gorgeous Latina from Miami, who despite her extremely wanton nature, desired to remain a virgin. She was fine with sodomy, though, and so he spent much of that camp season with his cock buried in her perfect ass. There was Sophie, a super-hot California blonde who came with such frequency and ferocity he had to muffle her with a pillow, which seemed to make her cum even harder. And Deshonda, a tall African American girl with a sexy Southern accent who liked to “play. What are you doing?”“I’m moving deep in my darling. Moving without coming out. Showing my love for the one who excites me by exciting her.”“That’s so romantic. But why kiss my forehead when you can kiss my lips?”“Because I love all of you. And you, in turn, should raise your knees and spread them so I can get as deep into you as I can.”“Like this?”“Precisely. Do you feel how deep I am within you?”“Oh yes ... Oh!”“That’s it, my darling. Take all of me. Take my longest strokes.”“Oh ... Oh! ....