Oh Daddy...."Every answer, one slap on your whore face, understand." Y...yes, Daddy." Thankfully I had the earbuds up high or I never wouldhave heard... him over the throb of my heartbeat from the belt choking me.My right hand was holding the belt taught and I got my left hand ready toplease Daddy."What are you?"I slapped myself hard across my left cheek. SLAP!"I'm Daddy's fuckhole!" What else?"SLAP!"I'm Daddy's little girl!" What else?"SLAP!"I'm Daddy's painslut!" What else?"SLAP! The first. Initially we were with same partners and then he started kissing his wife and looking at them I started kissing my girl.I soon realized I didn’t even know their names. I asked them their name he said his name is Dr. Mahendra and his wife’s name was Rosy. I understood that would be their fake names so even I told them out fake name that mine is Tanu and she is Manu. Again later he started kissing her and I started kissing my girl. As we were new, we were just following their lead. Rosy was. I stuck out my tongue at him and he chuckled.He drove me to Ross in the strip mall, and I dragged him into the store. I felt giddy inside at the prospect of shopping with my own money. I’m sure to anyone else there we would have seemed totally normal, just a daddy and daughter going shopping. Except, of course, he wasn’t my Daddy. Just the neighbor who worked the yard next door most of my life, and now my boss.Searching through a bunch of items I found a few I wanted to try. First there was a. I’ve grown breasts, which I’ve had augmented with silicone implants, some plastic surgery to make my face look more feminine than it already was. Even operations on my vocal chords, though I started HRT just before puberty took full effect, so that had an impact on them. In just over a week’s time, back in Canada I’ll have the first of two SRS – sexual reassignment surgery - operations to give me a fully working pussy and clit.”“I’ve heard about SRS operations. They’re painful and it takes time.