Now I was f******n and there had been changes in my physical bodily shape, these changes combined with new feelings that constantly ebbed from atop of...my legs and somewhere deep inside my crotch. I was becoming a woman and confused with the process of doing so.I looked down my length in the bath, seeing my pink nipples harden as I thought, they were sitting atop of perfect ‘Cup Caked’ breasts, both jutting proudly through the soapy suds, and as I my mind drifted dreamily, my hands run over. Combined with his emphysema his heart justwasn't going to hold out. He could go at any time. They were recommendinghospice. We all went home and cried and held each other. Gary was evennice to me. We took turns sitting with dad even though he wasn't awake.After about three days he passed. Mom was with him.We had the funeral and I saw many people I hadn't seen for a while.Apparently mom had told her friends about me because nobody was rude.Diane and Jamal showed up. She was a lucky girl. He was. I did not understand what she wanted to give me but I was really waiting for the gift.Once she called me and asked me to come to auntys place to meet her I agreed and went to auntys place and when I rang the bell I was surprised that my girl friend opened the door, she was looking really hot that day wearing a tight t shirt which showed there was no bra underneath and shorts and I asked her where was aunty she smiled and said aunty had gone out of station and since she had plants in her house. "Panic made her took a deep breath, but the answer was still not confident enough "N-No... I don't know you," so I let go of her neck and pinched her nipple, making her wince, stretching it and pressing the knife, not enough to cut, but enough to I get what I wanted, "NO! PLEASE GOD NO! I-I DON'T! I DON'T RECOGNIZE YOUR VOICE! GOOD LORD, DON'T CUT ME PLEASE!!!"I released her nipple and she just kept crying out loud in despair. I dropped the knife over the nightstand and put my hand on her.