Father said that he was wasting money on me because I couldn't get the piece right." Lisa looked at me, and then her eyes went wide. I guess my anger ...was coming to the front."Get the piece right? Get the piece right! YOU WERE FIVE! God who cares if you are a concerto at five! I didn't! All I cared about was how proud I was of you!" You were proud of me?" This girl could keep me in line, my rants cut off with just a whisper of her sweet innocent voice. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the. ..i tried not to think about it I really didbut i coudnt help myself one night my sisters leftshe was a bit tipsy from all the wine i as i made sure her glass were fill all nighti said i tough of going in the spa, before getting back homeand there i was my sexy mom i never realised how hot she was in biknigetting inside anaware i had taken her toy bag before getting in''it was a nice dinner mom thank you''''its nice of you , i like when we are alone''''me too mom''i was getting so hard me and. Hearing thesound not able to realize what it meant, I screamed again. The pain when Ifelt the saw working on my other wing felt even worse now that I knew whatwas happening. "WHY!" I screamed in pain as he started to cut off my wingsturning me into a cripple.I couldn't help myself and turned my head to look at the saw cutting throughmy bones blood started to spill out of the cut the blade was making thenanother sharp pain as the outer shell of the bone snapped. The electrical sawcanted for a. " Know what?" That I am a boy." After all you have told me and they way you have been dressing lately,not forgetting the way you look, do you consider yourself a boy or girl?" Um...a girl, I suppose." That's what I think. Anyway, I was way too upset to be coherent when theyrushed you to hospital, so I didn't have a chance to talk to the nursesand doctors about you. The admissions policy here is that if you aredressed as a woman but have the physical attributes of a man or visaversa, they will.