Madem apni choot dho rahi thi aur mene apna land dhoya.bathroom men jab madem apni choot tuliye se khusk kar rahi thi to us ki gand meri taraf thi men... jab madem ki Gand dekhi wo buht hi gori the aur mere land men phir se masti hone lagi aur mene madem ko peche se bahon men bhar liya aur mera land us ki gand k cheer men lag raha tha aur mene madem ki peeth ko apne dono hathon se sahlane laga to madem ko bhi acha laga aur wo bhi apni gand ko meri taraf dhela kardiya aur men madem ki peeth ko. A series of people came to visit me, social workers, a doctor, a ladypolice officer. I just wanted to curl up and be by myself. I wanted tocry but found no tears. I was surrounded by sympathy and felt stifled. Ineeded to grieve but didn't have time to do it. I wanted to be alone!My temporary foster parents were Sue and Phil, they were nice and gentlepeople and they must have realised that all these well meaning peoplewere doing me more harm than good. Gradually, I was left alone to mythoughts. "So, when half time comes, and we find out which team's winning, they get to see one of us in the outfit that the other has purchased for them." Rachel prodded the small backpack that lay by her foot under our table, drawing my attention for what seemed like the twentieth time to the secret clothes that she'd brought along for just such an eventuality. She'd been deliberately quiet on what was hidden in that bag. To be fair, I'd been similarly reticent to tell her what outfit I was keeping. Before they began to become women you feared how they would respond should you cross them. Your claims about my still being a boy are correct. I haven’t finished the physical transformation into an adult, but I shan’t ever discuss our relationships as possible lovers one day. Do you think I’d be given access to the harems of two of the families and still manage to leave as virginal as I arrived? Have any of you even seen a one of the girls in your families naked since the day they hit puberty?.