Mommy, Ashley had said. All of a sudden, I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was currently doing; cheating on my wife and having sex with my own d...aughter.“Why, why would you say that?”“Daddy, what’s wrong? Are you… what’s happening?”I was going soft, that's what was happening. The guilt came crashing down upon me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t reconcile my behavior…“Daddy? I thought you loved me?”I rolled off Ashley, embarrassed and ashamed. She pulled the sheet over her body,. At the age of eight I was getting to know what is what. I realized that I am born a boy and my mother did not like that. I felt happier in girl's cloths and wanted hair and dresses like Marie. I went and askedmy mom, 'I want to become like you when I grow big. What should I do for that'. She and auntie laughed and said, why not, honey, we'll make you girl, don't worry'. I again asked, 'will I get big chest like you'. They were surprised and my auntie told slowly, 'Yes, why not, you sure will.'I. From there I put my hand inside and moved upwards to reach up to her underboobs. To my misplaced understanding, she was not using any camisole under the t-shirt. I was directly crawling over her naked skin.There was no negative reaction from her side, which acted as a green signal for me. As I reached her underboob, I pressed her boob from down under pushing up her boobs a bit. I started pressing and releasing her boobs. After a point I stopped that and moved my fingers under her cup to touch. The murals on the walls this time, show not the cute pastoral sense but rather, looming mountains and bright sunlight. The whole room is lit up like high noon with as many candlelight and chandeliers as that could be stuffed onto the walls and in the ceiling. While we are busily looking around at the art we don't notice the guards.In all this time we have not seen any heavily armed men. Mostly a small pistol or a knife strapped to the waist. But as we enter through the doors, there are a dozen.