. Kes curly , ghandat, kambare paryant lamb.. Je kayam sodalele asatat (fakt gharat). Oth gulabi.. Khup sexy disate te.. Majha khup diwasan pasun plan... hota tila jhawayacha.. Pan kaku asalyane bhiti watayachi. Majha collage 11.30 la asata. Ani majhi 9.30 la jate office la sakali, baba ani kaka n cha ekatra business ahe tya mule te pan 10.00 la waigere jatat gharatun.. Me ekach ani kaku la ek mulagi ahe.. Te pan shalet jate, te 7 warshanchi ahe.. Te 2.00 la yete ghri.. Tyamule sakali 10.0 nantar. The result? A life of tragedy. Plain and simple.We have all seen the programmes on the TV. I’m sure you have from time to time? You know the ones, where the production company has chosen to single out a kid that has been allowed to explore their feelings despite being born with meat and two veg between their legs? And I must apologise straight away, my rants are purely from my perspective and the pain is just too deep.Yes, I can appreciate why someone born a genetic female knows in their heart. He continued to the back of the store. He unlocked a door that said Private and led her up a flight of stairs. They went through an outer office which had a large glass window overlooking the sales floor, then into another larger office she assumed was his. Once there, she tried to talk again. Once again, he stopped her and told her she could only talk if he gave her permission to speak or asked her a question. “May I speak?” “OK.” “Why are you doing this to me? Did I do something that led. The hateful words she uttered knocked all resistance from himtemporarily. Kim quickly wrapped the belt around his front, pinning hisarms and securing him to the chair.Chrissie, who felt like throwing up after what she had told thestylist, but had thought it was the only way to get him to stopfighting, looked pityingly at her soon-to-be-feminized twin brother.Then, remembering her own dilemma, looked into the mirror. Her thickwaves, falling gently down to her shoulders shined in the salon.