“I'm not being a drama queen. I feel like shit! “Oi, we don't swear in this house!” my mum insisted. She always said that when anyone swore. ...��Sorry, mum. Please leave me alone. I'll be down later.” “Well don't spend all night feeling sorry for yourself. Your family's here and we only see them a few times a year. It's Christmas Day you can't spend it on your own. I would have thought you would have wanted to be around all your cousins.” “I'll be down later, mum.” My mum gave a loud sigh. (I knew because wehad the same bra size!)Trudy also ensured that I, as Julianne, her sister, was included amongsther circle of friends and I enjoyed being the sister of one of the mostpopular girls in school and therefore one of the girls.Whilst then, my school, Mum and Trudy did all that they could to protectme from transphobia and bullying, they could not protect me from my owninternal hormonal conflict. You see I was born a boy and part of me stillwanted, despite my appearance and. You had your whole cock in my mouth as he tensed up, grabbed my tits, and filled my cunt yet again with his spunk.The last guy took me from behind. You sat back down and told me to resume the position, as it was almost time for me to get what I “really deserved”. The guy behind quickly slid his cock into my cunt and told me to take it all like the dirty little cum slut that I am. He called me a bitch and a whore as he fucked me from behind. Then he stopped. I felt his cock slide out and press. I heard something behind, but thought it was probably just another animal in the wild. Gradually, as I listened more intently, I could hear footsteps nearing me.I then heard a soft voice saying: “Good morning, young man, how are you this beautiful day?” Now, I am 45 years old Rarely does anyone call me “young man”. I turned and saw her looking at my face and smiling. She had graying hair, and perhaps was a little older than me. I smiled and said: “I’m happy to meet you ma’am ”.She.