"I'm a transsexual," Susan repeated, her voice soft. "You want to be a woman? Is that it? You a cross dresser?" "No, I am a woman," Susan explained, ..."trapped in a man's body." It seemed unlikely to her that the guard had never heard of the condition. Maybe she's merely feigning ignorance, the better to fuck with me, Susan thought. The transsexual felt as if she'd burst into tears at any moment. The guard laughed, but there was no merriment in the sound. It was cruel. Heartless. "There ain't. She was my sister and I would always love her. I just hoped I hadn't disappointed her or made her think I was disturbed. She said no, she would never think that. The next weekend, I decided to make an unannounced visit. She lived in an apartment near by, so I stopped by and found her by the pool. She was in a simple one-piece bathing suit. When she saw me, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. We walked back to her apartment and sat down in the living room. I asked her if she. She said she would rather die trying to have my baby than to stay there. She was nearly 4 and a half months along and her swollen belly and puffy appearance seemed to give her frail body new life, even though she was red faced and crying constantly, she looked different. This little monstrous handicapped woman, now touched with the miracle of new life growing from my seed, looked radiant and beautiful to me. I visited with her late into the night, and we talked. Tonight was no different. Later the next day I texted her and she didn't reply until 5 hours later saying she don't think we can continue to be kool cuz she told me she had a boyfriend and I still kissed her and didn't care? I said look if you didn't like you could of pushed me away and tell me no and I didn't say I didn't care if you had a boyfriend but What's he got to do with me? So we continued to be kool. Then one day I texted her with I got a box of cigarettes ( she smokes and is a turn off for me but anyways I.