By 16, I was already a senior and graduated with that class.So, long story short my mother promised me my dream car once I turned 18. My mother always...went the extra mile since she was a single parent and I appreciated everything she’s done. I never thought about my birth father or wanted to meet him because my mother was all I needed if I was being honest.Growing up I didn't really care for much friends because I wasn't into what a lot of my peers were indulging in, mostly because I was always. I went in and locked the door and started peeing, the sound of a key in the door was a bit of a suprise to me and when it quickly opened and one of the girls from the back door entered the bathroom caused me a greater suprise. She walked up to the sink, washed her hands and then looked over at me still peeing (I had to go). When I was done she then walked over and lightly took my dick in her hand and pulled me to the sink, she washed my dick and balls and then moved me back to the toilet and. She had been born and raised inPortland. Despite her parents' high educational and intellectual level,they were not able to understand, nor cope with, their son's transsexualfeelings. As both of them were very busy playing the academiconeupsmanship game (to which I, in my previous life, was never able todevote enough attention) they tended to leave her to her own devices.Somehow they acquiesced to the fact that she wore girls' jeans andsandals or boots (or maybe never noticed the difference). Judging from the pain I was experiencing my face and vocalcords had been changed although I found I couldn't speak. I stayed in themedical room fir the best part of two weeks and although I was allowed upafter a few days I was kept in my nightdress, by then a more modest fulllength nylon one.I was returned to Mary's house very late at night still wearing only mynightdress. "I expect you want to know why you've been operated on andwhy I've had you castrated and large breasts implanted into your.