By the time he returns,I'll be set," Thom said to himself. Thom now thought of himself as ateenaged girl and Cheryl as his dad.He wanted to start fro... scratch so he took off all his clothes and took ashower. He used nair to make his skin all nice and smooth. When he leftthe shower he was hairless from his eyebrows down. He wrapped a towelaround his upper torso which extended do his upper thighs. His hair wasstill wet as he took out the bottle of black hair dye. He read theinstructions. It's not that I thought I was better than him, it's just that I did not respect him, because everything was handed to him and I have had to work for everything I have. I would never get a tattoo or grow my hair long. I dress for success and work hard. This mentality has paid off over and over. Don doesn't work hard or try to work hard. He has tats on his arms and legs and long black hair he puts in a pony tail sometimes. I just cannot grasp living like him, and my disgust shows on my face from. Then one night I was just sitting around relaxing in my panties and t-shirt, because Daddy told me he was going to be fucking the wife of one of the white guys at work. I'm pretty sure I figured out who the two white guys were who's wives daddy was fucking. They were big tattooed guys who always gave me dirty looks when the word got around that I was Daddy's bitch. I thought it was because they were macho men and hated gays, faggots and sissies but when I saw Daddy talking to them on the side. Men normally would ask the ladies for a dance, but on occasions two women would dance together. This did not mean they were partners in the romantic sense, it was the social thing at the time, women who were not asked to dance, would occasionally dance together. She started noting small things, like where they placed their hands, and how close together they were as the danced. In between dances did they hold hands together or perhaps have an arm around each other? She was looking for clues that.