”“Most people wouldn’t be able to do anything about something like that,” said Svetlana.Simon startled at her. Nobody had said anything quite ...like that to him before. It almost sounded like she understood. Carefully, he said, “I don’t know if anybody can, but I’m in a better position to find out than I ever was before.”She hugged his arm a little tighter. “The law isn’t the right tool to right every wrong, but there are other tools available.”Simon didn’t answer because they were entering the. No, I didn’t feel lucky that I had a big nice house, or that I was rich. I felt lucky because I was loved. The first real time that I remember anything being different was after I turned 5. That year was when the accident happened. I don’t remember much, the doctor’s say I probably won’t ever have those memories back.. and I’m glad. My father says that the neighboring boy had invited me down to the creek to play. That was the day that the city was using dynamite to clear some limestone from the. I walked behind the boy and inspected his little bubble butt. He had shaved, but looking at his butt I could tell that he hardly even grew hair on his ass. I tightly grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing his hairless little asshole that was still a bit red from when I fucked it in the bathroom. I reached behind me on the nightstand and grabbed the lube and the really large black butt plug. I set them on the ground and undid the leg restraints. I went to the bathroom and grabbed. I don'tnormally walk like a girl or talk with a lisp or anything like that. Ialso have a girlfriend, Alice, who was the first person I told aboutthis. Not only did she encourage me to tell my mother, but she is theone who picked out this cute little outfit I am wearing and helped meget ready to boot. I probably wouldn't be standing here dressed likethis without her help. Or I may be but I wouldn't look half as decent asI do now.My hair and makeup are done. I am dressed, so I practice walking as.