"Come and let?s have a cup of tea.All of this girl stuff must be wearing you out. Call me Helen"We moved into the kitchen, and Tara and I sat while Mr...s. Martin poured.The Colonel had disappeared. Gone to polish his medals, I guessed.We talked about the children. Tara talked about finding the bra. Shetalked the shopping. She told her mother she was starting me onhormones, which was news to me. Mostly, I sat and dreamed of wearingpants again.And then the door opened, and the Sarge came into the. Let me make that abundantly clear. If I knock up a single woman, I’ll claim my children by her. I will not leave such children fatherless in the eyes of the law.“That’s a large part of why husbands in this family are to claim all children by their wives, regardless of paternity, and why all men in this family will claim any issue that they sire on unwed girls. There is one exception, though, to that. If the child turns out to be the fruit of incest, and the mother is unwed, I’ll claim the child. I'd already wet and soiled severalnappies today without asking to use the toilet. Despite the potentialembarrassment of being forced to use my potty in public, I was morefrightened of receiving another paddling from Aunty June when shereturned home from work. I clumsily clambered to my feet and clutched mydamp nappy front against my dripping clittie in a useless attempt to helpcontrol myself. I waddled to the bars nearest the front door and grabbedthem for support, glancing towards the footpath. You can do your own Brad. Maybe I should go."As Britney walked back into the room, Andy shoved my back onto the couch before I could get up and leave. Panic was starting to set in. So many things could happen in this situation."I should kick your ass right now you piece of shit. Fucking fag. If you want to look like a girl maybe you should act like one." I just want to leave, please just let me go." No, fuck that. Look like a girl, you are gonna suck dick like one. Get over here!" Brad grabbed.