Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with mys...elf. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.So, here I am in April of 2006, in my late twenties, wearing a binder around my already size B cups- pre-everything. At the table next to me, was the honey-blonde, long haired beauty reading. I nearly fell down to the floor but Dad caught me.He held onto me and whispered, “Are you okay? Do you need a treatment?”I stood up again and shook my head no, “Not at the moment. I just tripped.” I felt a weird yet familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach and added, “Maybe later.”When I get those weird sensations sometimes they pass and sometimes they don’t and they get worse and I need an injection of my Dad’s semen in my body.“Treatment?” asked Bree.She had heard that? I had hoped I was. We lie on the cool smooth sheets of your bed, our bodies intertwined, kissing each other passionately; our bodies sandwiched together to form one complete person. I can feel your heart beating against mine, as you feel my pulsating cock yearning to penetrate you. Without further delay, I spread your legs apart with mine and thrust my cock deep inside your wetness. You moan with delight as I rock in and out to a rhythm that pleases us both. Your hands caress my back and slide down to my ass as. 'that could be anyone'Another video message came; a naked woman lying on her stomach, bent leg out, hair obscuring her face. The video trailed up her body, never showing its entirety, and never giving identifying features away. The 7 second video could have been his mum, but could have been any woman in decent shape.'Bored of Googling porn yet?'Again, no text response from Rob, just a picture message this time; it was the photo of a woman's neck with a just visible hickey on her left side. Her.