Then group sex. And on and on it goes. And then I get to my biggest fetish, the one I try to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I date...d. Strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked. And as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself. Trying a finger here. A second finger there. Then a vibrator. When I was single and lived. Dad started small business of garments with help of his friend. My dad and mom got married in Sangali and stayed there for 2 years. After marriage my dad continued to keep faith in Hindu religion and mom continued to keep faith in Islam. They didn’t change their religions. My mom Shabera gave me birth in Sangali in the year 1986 and kept my name Samir as it is common name in Hindu as well as Muslims. After my birth Dad shifted to Mumbai and started garment manufacturing on small scale. Now he. "What did you want to talk with me about?" Well" started Mom, "tomorrow you won't be going to school until aroundlunchtime. In the morning I'll be taking you to go see a post-morfscounselor." But I don't want to see a counselor," I whined. "I don't need to talkto anyone about my more. All they're going to do is tell me I need toaccept my changes, as there's no way to change back... I already knowthat, and I'm doing my best to accept this." Honey, you got a forced sex change and became a hybrid.. .