The year: 1964. Age: 14 years. Uncle: Paternal. Age: about 60 +Auntie: By virtue of her marriage to my uncle. Age: 28.Their marriage: April 1963.Her l...over: Dr.Salim. Age: not above 35 years. I was born and was schooling up in a town school stayingwith my parents, my father working with the railways. My uncle who is now nomore stayed away from town in a village. He had his own bungalow with farm andorchard and a river passing near his farmland. I loved to visit him as often asI could to take in. If he can't make that cutthen he will become a woman, legally as well as physically." Does that mean that I cannot go back to being a man gay or otherwise?" That is what I mean my dear daughter. You will begin training to actlike a woman from now on. Given your past behavior that shouldn't be toohard for you. You will learn all the tricks to running a home andkeeping your man satisfied. I think you will make some man a greatwife." What if I don't want to marry a man? What if I am still. ?Right now Iam in two minds about whether I should go through the effort of explaining youhow dumb you are or should I just take the easy way and blow yourunderdeveloped brains out.? ?Please,sir?? I say quickly. ?Please, he doesn?t mean anything bad. We are just kids,sir.? Fuck this shit. ?Oh, I amquite aware of it, sonny?, he smiles right back at me. ?That?s what makes youlittle shits not just damaging but actually evil. That youdon?t actually mean bad. That you will perpetuate the way of life. I talked to you on the phone…?”“Yes, yes, come on in Katrina..” as she walked in ahead of me, I saw that her tight skirt hugged and squeezed her ass cheeks together just like the top was doing to her tits. The top didn’t make any real effort to cover up her back, leaving it bare almost completely. So, she had heard about my other reputation also…exploiting young wannabe-heroines…“Take a seat” she walked over to a couch and sat down, crossing her long sexy and bare legs in a slow, deliberate.