I lay back on the bed to recover.The clock says - 8:09AM - I look down my torso, at the bottom part of the zipper is a little bulge and I can tell I h...ave a very little dick and balls. "Having some balls is better than having no balls", I thought. I have to get some help. I will put a pair of gym shorts over my jeans to hide my (lack of) bulge. As I open my underwear drawer again, another baseball bat hits me upside the head. All of my underwear is changed into panties, briefs, and girdles of. I couldn’t catch what she was mumbling.She looked at me and said, “Well everything looks good. I’ll let the doctor know that you’re up and give your parents a call.”“You can call my mom. That’d be better than calling her husband.”“OH. OK.”In my first 40 years I’d never known my biological father. With her comment I realized something. Things were going to come to a head with my stepfather, Randall Criscek who was a functional alcoholic. This time around it would change. Randall or as he was. Trisha was lying on her back and Nisha was above her, and both were kissing and fondling each other boobs. Neha’s ass was in the air and so i pulled her jeans down and she was in her red thong now. I started kissing neha’s butts and brought down her panty.I got over neha and started kissing her back and neck and unhooked her bra. Now nisha was fully nude and Trisha was in her Jeans and Bra. Nisha “Rishi, is randy ko kaun nanga karega” and saying this she removed her jeans and panty in one go. "Of course not, I put them in Michelle's closet," replied Mattie."Why don't you get started while I finish with these two? They are just about done." Michelle said as the infant began to sputter and spit.I found the huge walk-in closet in the bedroom with my backpack inside, but empty. All my clothes were on hangers with my socks and underwear on a shelf in the middle. My razor, toothbrush and toothpaste were not to be found. Just for kicks I went into the bathroom and sure enough. Next to one.