That is precisely when Roger Antrim came into the picture.Henrietta leaned her aching head against her dressing table. She was alone in the huge maste...r bedroom, having left Roger downstairs drinking and as pleasant as a boar. All day long, she had felt the nervous tension building up inside her. It was familiar; she knew her own body well enough to recognize the symptoms. She didn't have to guess at what was bothering her. It was like a heavy hammer banging upon her brain... Sex... The hollow. .He kept kicking me ... until I started puking blood.I woke with a start.My hand instinctively went to my stomach. It was fine...I was fine.I don't sleep very well. Bad dreams are one of the reasons I drink ... falling asleep brings bad dreams ... passing out brings a few hours of bliss ... insomnia was something I'd had as long as I could remember.I stretched out my stiff limbs ... I was so sore.I looked around. Why was I in the guest bedroom? ... Sarah...Oh my god. Sarah was gone ... she. He was hard and waiting for me. He wanted to fuck me. My pussy was so sore and I was so tired from Mr. Cooper taking my so long and hard. I whispered: “Oh daddy! I’m sorry I can’t do it tonight, I’m so sore. But I can suck you if that would help.”He pulled back and looked at me. He smiled and said: “So you finally got yourself a boyfriend do you?”I looked at him as he kept playing with my ass. He actually had my dress up in the back and was rubbing the cheeks of my ass. “How did you know”, I. Wilmer asked."NOOO!" I burst into tears. "No, please! I want be a girl." Are you sure, Roo?" Mom asked."Yes, I am Mommy, please!" OK then," Dr. Silvestre continued. "But we'll need your assistance Dr.Wilmer. We need your notes regarding Roger's male puberty to be lost orcorrupted by virus attack or something similar. Then we could statethat Roger's birth gender was determined by the presence of the peniswhat actually isn't a strong evidence of masculinity especially withoutit's detailed.