It was a thoroughly femininegesture and one I should really learn to copy. He gave me a piercinglook, his large hazel eyes as always skilfully enhance...d by makeup. "Youreally think so?" he asked softly.Of course I don't, you sissy faggot, you look ridiculous. Put on someproper clothes and take off that fucking makeup! That's what I wanted tosay ... but of course I didn't. And, truth be told, he looked - well, notgorgeous, obviously, but nice. Those legs ...I felt a strange surge of heat in my. Dad tried, and Aunt Lois accused him of not being able to control his wife; he was pussy whipped and a few other things until mom came to dad’s defense, and they started in on each other again.Another week went by, and mom and Aunt Lois stopped talking to each other altogether. Dad and I found plenty of things to do in his workshop and the backyard to avoid and not aggravate the warring sisters.It was 10:00 pm on Wednesday night. Dad and I had to punch in at the plant by 7:00 am the next. Naomi began applying some scented lotion to help soothe my skin where she'd shaved. It turned out she wanted to rub it in even where she hadn't shaved, too -- "so you won't look 'uneven'" she explained. I had to stand up so she could do my back and behind, and she finished with my tummy and breasts! I was so confused, it felt better than with Kyle, but this was another woman! When she went to apply nail polish, Naomi had to start with my toes because I was shaking so much. I was so glad when. Things I had never admitted to anyone, never mind a stranger I'd just met. "Like the terror of being forcibly trans-sexed and you're not old enough to understand why? I mean, do you know what its like suddenly being dressed as a boy and thrown onto the playground to cope? To have your childhood dreams of princesses and marriage and babies and pretty dresses sliced out of you along with your eggs? To wake up every morning and know you are a biological cul-de-sac with nothing to live for and.