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Like Smoke in the Wind Part 2 By Cheryl Lynn Trying something a bit different with this story delving more into the heroine's mental state. Read Part 1 first, otherwise this will not make much sense. Warning: This part contains none consensual sex. All standard disclaimers apply and may be down loaded for personal use only. Any other use strictly forbidden unless author's approval obtained. Comments are welcome at [email protected]. Like Smoke in the Wind Part 2 Back at the house I was helping Auntie prepare supper only wearing my bikini and cover-up. Uncle Jake was standing by the frig where he had grabbed a beer staring at me. He had a look on his face that bothered me. I didn't think much about it at the time. As with all my previous meals only got a small portion compared to theirs. I guess my stomach had adjusted to eating so little. Sure, I was hungry but for a time felt full. Chapter 8 For the rest of the week I spent until late morning helping Auntie around the house. Typical household chores to keep the house up to her high standards. After lunch each day I had more lessons. The first hour was spent learning how to sew and use the sewing machine. Then until it was time to prepare supper back to my charm and mannerisms classes. I was now walking in those four-inch spikes comfortably, well as comfortable as such heels can be. I didn't mind so much watching You Tube of girls interacting. I was very uncomfortable watching new ones of girls interacting with boys. Auntie was insistent that I learn all about flirting and putting it into practice. Worse she had me practice that technique on Uncle Jake. "Ashley darling, if you're going to keep your secret, you're going to have to flirt. It's an essential part of being a girl. They learn from an early age that certain mannerisms get their daddies to give them something they want and momma wont. I want you to practice flirting with your Uncle Jake. If he responds correctly, I'll know you are learning what you need to keep your secret safe. If he doesn't you'll feel my hairbrush until he does, understand?" she said. When I heard that I was scared to death. I wasn't into boys much less men. Uncle Jake was staring at me more and more often and I didn't like it. It gave me a real creepy sensation. Having to flirt with him really worried me. Yet, what choice did I have? Either do as she demanded or get a very painful spanking. The first couple of times I tried flirting got me the brush but as the week went on I apparently did something right. Maybe when I bent over getting something from a cupboard and flashed my purple panties, worked. I got that idea from a You Tube video. A girl was telling her BFF that she sometimes purposely flashed her boyfriend that way. Another idea from the internet, worked as Auntie said to keep it up. At breakfast I ate my banana. I slowly pealed it while licking my red painted lips. Slowly I put it into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat; then, slowly withdrew it almost all the way out before nipping off the end. As I did that I could tell it was working on Uncle Jake his brow was beaded in sweat. I didn't like doing that but the spankings stopped. "Okay, you seem to have learned the moves Ashley. Keep up with those little flirty moves like flipping your hair and pouting. Just stop those more blatant ones like flashing your panties," she told me much to my relief. Friday, I got a call from Nancy. She asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her Saturday morning. Auntie was standing right next to me, so I had to agree. She said she and two of her friends would pick me up at 10. Like I wanted to spend a day girlie shopping and taking a chance of exposing my secret. Another hope blowing in the wind. Thankfully Thad didn't call asking me for a date. Chapter 9 For my Saturday's outing, I kept it simple. Plain white satin push-up bra, panties and ecru opaque pantyhose. With my privates concealed and tucked away I could pass without my shorts on. I wore my bone colored denim short-shorts, pink cotton shell blouse and wedge heels. It was going to be a hot day and didn't want to wear hose but Auntie insisted. She gave me $75 to spend suggesting I might get a pair of pencil heels. Like I wanted to buy another pair of those. I would have preferred using a good chunk of that money to feast on cheese burgers and fries. Better yet a bus ticket home. Yes, I did consider that but dressed and looking like I do, couldn't. I pictured how my friends would react upon seeing me. I'd be left out to fend for myself on the streets. No way I could take that chance. It was closer to eleven by the time Nancy drove up in her hot pink Neon. I hopped into the back next to Betty. Joan was in the passenger seat and they greeted me warmly. Under other circumstances would have been more than happy. Here I was sitting with three girls, Nancy and Joan I would rate solid eights on my boy scale and Betty a six. If Betty would lose about 20 pounds, right up there with the others. I was nervous at first but like at the volleyball game fitted in. I could easily converse about fashions, makeup and music. Thankfully they didn't start asking about my dating history or boys in general. It wasn't until we got to the food court before shopping that subject came up. Coincidental, I think not. When we arrived, their boyfriends were waiting including Thad. After we had eaten and all us girls went to the potty, Nancy told me they weren't here just to shop. "Ashley, the guys thought it would be nice to take us to a movie while we're here. I hope you don't mind but I think Thad really likes you. He doesn't date that much. So, you must be something special. Please tell me it's okay?" she confided. What the hell could I say to that. As much as I wanted to say no, I had to agree. If I said no, what would the girls think of me? That and if Auntie found out, would probably beat the tar out of me. In retrospect I should have said no. When the show started, some chick flick, Thad leaned over to me and told me he knew I was a guy. "Look Ashley, I know your secret. No, sit still," he said putting his arm around my shoulders. Damn, if he was just guessing from the way I reacted made it fact. I about peed my panties. Probably would have if I hadn't just left the potty. I tried to jump up and run but his arm held me down. "Please, just listen. I'm not going to out you. I really like you and want to date you," he continued as I squirmed in my seat. "How? Why?" I gasped. "As for the how. It took me a while but the way you reacted when I told you just now. Your Adam's Apple as well as your hands while small aren't exactly like a girl's. Your bras are obviously padded and too small for a girl your age. I doubt anyone around here would ever guess. So, relax. The only reason I was able to figure it out was from experience. Last summer I worked a burlesque show in the city. There were several transvestites/transgender performers that I got to know. Some as good as you, some could never pass in the light of day." "In answer to your 'why' that's easy. I'm gay and drawn to gurls like you. Now you know my secret. If that got out in this berg of a town, my life would be over just like yours. Do we have a deal?" he said. "Deal? What kind of deal are you talking about?" I asked still fearful. "We keep each other's secret for one and we start going out as a couple. Look at it this way, if we're seen dating steadily no one will ever guess. So, do we have a deal? If not, I could easily out you here and now. If that were to happen, no one would believe I'm gay if you said it. Do we understand one another?" he replied scaring me even more. His question left me in a quandary. If I agreed, I would have to go out with him on a regular basis and pretend I really liked him. On the other hand, I'm not in the least bit gay. Saying no could result in him telling everyone my secret. There was no doubt in my mind what my "new" friends would do to me then. "If...if I agree, you have to promise no hanky-panky. I'm not gay," was the only answer I came up with. "No, no promises but I will treat you nicely if you behave. You're going to be MY girl all the time. Unless you agree, I'm going to force my hand between your legs and make an awful discovery right now," he harshly whispered. When he said that I actually dribbled some pee in my panties. He left me with little choice, I had to agree or else. I still had over sixty dollars, after paying for my lunch but how far would that get me. I would have to buy boy's clothes before I could escape. Find a safe place to change; then, find the bus station and hope I had enough money to buy a ticket. We were in the mall, Sears was nearby and plenty of people to tell me where to find the bus station. Thank you, Auntie, for giving me money to buy those heels. I had a plan. "Okay, I agree but I don't like it," I answered then added standing up, "I need to go to the bathroom." "Yeah, sure but take Nancy with you," he replied nudging Nancy who was sitting next to him. "Nancy, Leslie needs to go and wants to know if you want to go with her," he asked. So much for my plan to run. I couldn't do it if Nancy was with me. My only hope now was that when I told Auntie, she would stop all this and let me go home. In hindsight, I probably should have told Nancy everything and asked for help. At the time I was just a dumb kid and too scared and confused to do it. If I had, I probably wouldn't be writing this biography now. As the movie ended and the lights came up, we stood to leave. Thad surprised me, pulling me into his chest and giving me a tongue twister kiss. Right there, in a packed theater and with the lights on! My ears were ringing, my heart pounding hearing shouts like, "Get a room" mixed in with some clapping and wolf whistles. My whole body must have been blushing scarlet by the time the kiss broke. I had to swallow the bile that was seriously threatening to spew forth. In the lobby all the girls wanted to use the facilities and drug me along. What that side trip actually became was an excuse to do a twenty-question interrogation. "Was it love at first sight?" "Is he a great kisser?" You get the idea. I was blushing and shaking from all the attention. Thankfully Nancy broke it up saying we still had some serious shopping to do. When it was time to go home, I had the box of ivory patent leather stilettos, four dollars and sixty cents and a steady boyfriend. I still had hope that once I told Auntie, she would put a stop to all this. So much for that aspiration. As soon as I told Auntie what happened in the theater, she literally jumped with joy. "How delightful!" she exclaimed. "I knew you would come around and embrace your womanhood. I just never expected it so soon. Gosh, we have so much to do now that you have a steady boyfriend. Girls your age have been dating for a couple of years now and you have so much to learn. Might as well start with that mother-daughter talk. Let's go into the kitchen and have a cup of coffee." That talk was extremely embarrassing for me and still is to this day. I can't bring myself to go into the "sex" part details. Let's just say part of it involved a large banana. The mortifying part involved proper hygiene for before and after for a girl like me. She ended the talk by giving me a long strip of condoms and telling me I needed practice. Practice! Why did I need that? I certainly wasn't planning on doing anything remotely related to having sex. No, never with a boy. Practicing with a banana was humiliating enough. Just having to kiss Thad revolting. Later that night as I was attaching the breast pump, Auntie injected me with something. I was distracted by what I was doing and didn't see her jab the needle into my butt cheek. When I demanded to know what she had done, she broke out in a tight smile. "Just something to help speed up your transition cutie," she said. I didn't find out until much later that she had given me bovine sex hormones. Hormones she obtained from a local dairy farmer down the road. Drugs he used to make his cows produce more milk. It was bad enough my breast tissue actually filled the breast cups as the machine hummed away but more concerned over what that shot would do. My Auntie had gone completely bonkers as far as I was concerned. I had to find a way to escape before my life went totally into the toilet. I just couldn't summon up the courage to do it dressed as a girl. Chapter 10 The next day started out routinely. I flirted with Uncle Jake like I was required during breakfast. Auntie had me dressed more like a school girl today. My hair was bunched up in twin pig tails with rainbow colored scrunches. All my lingerie was white with a hint of lace. The white cotton blouse had the top three buttons left undone, revealing a hint of my bra cups. The short green, red and black tartan skirt's hem reaching just below mid-thigh. Instead of flats, I wore a pair of white three-inch spike heeled strappy sandals. Thankfully I didn't see Uncle Jake moving his engorged penis in his pants when he left. Auntie told me after he was gone. She thought it was a compliment but it sent shivers of disgust up my spine. Like I wanted to turn on any boy much less an older man. Yet, when I first saw myself that morning fully dressed in the mirror, my penis twitched. It was devastating to what was left of my male ego realizing I was turning myself on. It wasn't until it was time for me to watch You Tube that Auntie surprised me. Instead of that, put a disc into the Blue Ray. It was a hard-core porno. I was instructed to watch what and how the girl did to please her boyfriend. I had watched a lot of that before and well entertained by it. Not now. Before I was thinking like any red- blooded teen. Having to watch from the girl's perspective totally unnerving. As I watched, Auntie was telling me how the girl felt. She had me voice the sounds she was making as she sucked and received the man's penetrations. Anal sex used to be a big turn on for me until I realized my new position. Now it made bile rush up into my throat at what Auntie was suggesting I would be doing. I was surprised when right after the supper dishes were cleaned, Auntie took me to my room. I was used to taking a night time bubble bath but this was earlier than normal and more embarrassing. The first thing she made me do was take a cleansing douche. Not once but three times; then, after the bath squirt lubricant up my anus. Back in the room, she selected my clothing. The scarlet uplift bra, matching hipster panties, embroidered lacy garter belt and black stockings. For outer wear a black low rounded neckline black baby doll dress that was above mid-thigh and black five-inch pencil heeled strappy sandals. This was something I never had to do in the past and it worried me. Even more so when she had me apply full date night makeup. As I finished putting on a thick coat of scarlet lipstick, she handed me a black sequined clutch purse. What's going on? Why all this?" I asked both curious and scared what her answer would be. "Like I said Ashley, you need practice. Tonight, I convinced your Uncle Jake to help out. Now mince on into the den and pretend he's your date for tonight. I expect, no I demand, you do your very best to see that he thoroughly enjoys his time with you. Understand? I said, Do You Understand!" she said slapping the wooden hairbrush in her palm. I got the message loud and clear. The last time I put up a strong resistance, she used that on the bottoms of my feet. Unless you've experienced that and how painful it is, you won't understand why I did what I had to do. I checked my purse and put my scarlet lipstick into it amongst the tissues, condoms and tampons. I just hoped Uncle Jake would settle for some cuddling and, at worst, a kiss or two. I don't want to do this but I have too. The last time she punished me I could barely walk for the rest of the day. My feet were so swollen the next morning she let me use a pair of her old stretched out slippers. Gulping, I stepped into the den. There Uncle Jake was sitting on the couch wearing only his long johns. I was startled when Auntie settled into his lounge chair. This was going to be horrible and having her watch more traumatic. The first part was easy enough. I swiveled my ass sending my short skirt swishing about my thighs as I approached. However, when I went to sit, he pulled me onto his lap so I was sitting sideways. I let out a little, "Oh" when I felt his erection touch my bottom. "You turned out to be one fine, hot bitch," he said and gave me a deep tongue twisting saliva filled kiss. Under all that makeup I knew my face had turned green. It was very difficult not to toss my cookies right then and there. My fear of punishment, the only thing keeping me from doing that. At least when Thad kissed me he didn't blow a wad of spit into my mouth. With his lips pressed hard on mine, I had to swallow. Ugh, that almost did it. I had to keep swallowing the bile down. Oh, how I wanted to spit when the kiss finally broke but dared not. "Betsy darlin', when you said this kid was coming to stay I weren't all that happy. Thought he was a fruitcake and you know I don't take kindly to that sort but gotta hand it to ya, Ashley makes one hell of a hottie. If'n I didn't know better, sheet. As long as I don't gotta see her little thingy, guess I could get right down lovey dovie with this un. We got a deal. Now why don't cha disappear so I's can have some fun," he said. I didn't like the sound of that as I began shivering in fear. And what the hell did he mean by saying they had a deal? I was seriously beginning to think having my feet blistered was a better alternative. The only thing keeping me from jumping up and running, was the knowledge that it would only be a delaying action and I would be in major pain for two days. I was going to plead with him but another saliva filled kiss stopped me. This time he had his big paw squeezing my breast as he thrust his tongue down my throat. All I could do was moan in disgust but that was another mistake. He thought I was enjoying it. When the kiss broke, he began licking my neck and across my exposed chest. At the same time his hand was unzipping the dress. I so wanted to push him away, too slap him but I was frozen in fear. A fear that if I fought, he'd easily beat me to a pulp or worse. All too soon my bra cups were pulled down and he was sucking and nibbling on my nipples. His beard stubble rubbed harshly on my tender skin while his teeth made my nipples burn. When he finished playing with my breasts, the skin was red, irritated and my nipples swollen. At one time my nipples were just little bumps on my chest, now they were eraser sized and throbbing. The breasts big enough to cup in my hands. When he stopped playing with my chest, I hoped he'd had enough and be satisfied. How wrong I was. The next thing I knew I was on my knees between his legs. His long and thick penis dangling in front of me. "Okay, cocksucker. It's time you show me just how good you fairies are said to be," he said grabbing the back of my head and forcing me into his crotch. "I'm not a...a cocksu...cocksucker. I'm not gay!" I managed only to get a slap to the side of my head. "Of course, you aint. You're a pretend girly and this is what ya'll do. Now start suckin' or I'll get mad. Ya done got me all hot and bothered, so get busy," he said giving me another swat. If I thought kissing and swallowing his spit was bad this was a far worse thing. Still, I was too scared not to at least try. From watching that porn film, I remembered the girl grabbing the base of the guy's penis. So that's what I did before opening my lips. Uncle Jake wasn't the horse that the porn guy was but close. As soon as my lips closed around his shaft, Uncle Jake began pushing and pulling my head making me go down on him. I was just too scared to do it myself. Seeing scarlet lip skid marks as he pulled my head back, I think I blacked out. The next thing I remember was being picked up and placed over the couch's padded armrest. Uncle Jake was standing behind and between my legs and flipping up my skirt. I felt him pull my panties to the side then horror of all horrors, his penis probing at my anal opening. In a flash of red hot pain, it entered and I thankfully fainted. Unfortunately, I came too feeling him thrusting into my backside and grunting loudly over and over, "Hot damn! You're one tight bitch." I was thankful that Auntie had me use a lot of lube but it still hurt. My anal opening was burning and I hated what was happening; yet, when he was deep in me I felt myself oozing. Was I actually getting turned on by this? No, that was impossible; still, I couldn't explain why I was dripping pre-cum. At that, the remaining masculinity I had evaporated into the wind like smoke. It's extremely hard for me to recount this first-time experience. I'll end it by just saying I was happy Auntie had put tampon's in my purse. Being the receiver of sex is very messy for the one getting plowed. After Uncle Jake rolled off me and fell onto the couch snoring, Auntie came in. She opened my purse and handed me a tampon and some tissues. "Well if you weren't all girly before you certainly are one now. Wipe up then use the tampon," she said smiling from ear to ear. As soon as I finished, I rushed to the bathroom and heaved my guts out. When all I had left was the dry heaves, I turned on the faucets to the bath. I had never felt so used and dirty in my life. As I waited for the tub to fill, finished off half a bottle of mouthwash. What she said as I rushed off, "that after some more practice, I'd be ready for my boyfriend" scared the hell out of me. Chapter 11 The only good thing about the rest of the week was getting a call from Thad. He told me that his parents were going out of town and he had to go with them. Uncle Jake was taking more liberties with me but nothing like the other night. A swat or pinch to my butt when I walked by or a comment about how hot I looked. Complaining to Auntie didn't help. All she said was that was what pretty girls had to put up with and just get used to it. Nancy called inviting me to go out again to the mall. Since I knew Thad wasn't around agreed. It turned out be somewhat fun as this time there were no boys to deal with. I tried on a few skirts and dresses. Auntie only gave me twenty bucks this time so I couldn't buy much. The girls did talk me into buying a cute ankle bracelet though. At the food court I had enough left to get a salad and diet cola. That's when the conversation turned to boys and boyfriends which made me tremble. I had a flashback to that night with Uncle Jake. "Ashley, are you alright? You're as pale as a ghost," Jenny asked concerned. "Huh? Ye...yes....Just feeling a little faint. Guess I should have eaten breakfast this morning," I managed to come up with. "Well, if that's the case," Nancy added, "Here, have some of my French fries. You need more than just that salad." I'll admit I was feeling nauseous and have been every morning this week. I blamed it on my flashbacks but much later learned it was from those bovine hormones. My nipples were bothering me all week too. They were puffy, itchy and a bit red. I blamed that on Uncle Jake's scratchy stubble. Gawd, was I ever dumb back then. It wasn't until my breasts blossomed out into full B-cups. My nipples developing into the thickness of two pencil erasers about half-an-inch long. Much more frightening, my penis seemed an inch or two smaller and mostly unresponsive that I began to understand what those weekly shots were doing. When we finished our meal, Nancy suggested we call it a day. Guess I was still a bit pale and she thought I was ill. The last thing I wanted was to go back to the house. The longer I was away from Auntie the better off I would be. So, off we went to check out the jeans at Old Navy. While there I thought about buying a pair of the least feminine jeans they had. I didn't have enough to buy even the cheapest pair and borrowing from the girls not really an option. They were country girls and didn't have much money either. So much for getting clothing I could run off in. Back at the house I wanted to change into something more concealing than what I had on. It was a white with red gardenia floral hemmed sun dress with spaghetti straps and round neckline. Thanks to the white satin push-up bra, I had some cleavage showing. Combined with the white three-inch strappy sandals, I looked way too exposed for Uncle Jake to see me. Instead, Auntie had me in the kitchen wearing a red organza tea apron making supper. Supper was getting cold before Uncle Jake came in. He smelled of beer and cigarettes. He sat heavily into his chair and Auntie handed me his plate. "Ashley be a darling and serve Jake his supper," she ordered. When I placed it in front of him, his hand ran up my thigh and cupped my ass. I froze, icy chills running up my spine. My mind said move but my legs refused. "You got one mighty fine ass. I just might want some more of that tight hole," he drunkenly growled pushing a finger into my crack. If nothing else that did get my feet moving after I let out a "Yelp." As he was laughing, Auntie walked up with her hands on her hips. "Jake you know my rules. Now eat your damn supper!" she angrily said. Now that was a big surprise. Auntie coming to my defense? I'm not sure what her rules were but greatly relieved at least for the moment. "I won't let him do anything when he comes home drunk like that," Auntie said as she walked past. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. Hearing that, I let out a big sigh of relief. It didn't lessen my apprehensions as I knew it was only a matter of time before she decided I needed more practice. Chapter 12 I was on pins and needles all that next couple of weeks scared that Auntie would tell me it was time to practice. I made sure I did all my household chores to her exacting specifications. My behavior was also up to her girly-girl standards. I guessed it worked because I avoided Uncle Jake's lessons. Thad called me Thursday afternoon telling me we had a date Friday and would be going to the lake. He was going to pick me up at three and there would be a cookout. When I told Auntie, she got this smug look on her face. "Bout time that boy called you. I was getting ready to have you practice some with your Uncle. Well now, you can get it from him. Better keep him interested or else," she said. Her meaning was all too clear. I wasn't looking forward to the date. Then again, if I had to do that, I'd much rather do it with a boy my age. Since there would be a group of kids there, I hoped he wouldn't try to go too far. Friday I was wearing a just below the knee yellow with small white polka dots sundress over my bikini. My makeup was moderate but likely more than the other girls would have on. I thought the glossy raisin lipstick she insisted on clashed with my outfit. Putting what I thought necessary into a large tote, grabbing my wide brimmed straw hat with a yellow nylon ribbon and I was ready. Well, as ready as I was going to be. I wasn't looking forward to it but better than staying here. As the day progressed I actually had fun. Thad proved to be courteous and funny. We played volleyball and this time I made sure my boob didn't pop out. Although I did receive some friendly kidding about that. Other than holding my hand or putting his arm around my waist, Thad didn't make any demands. Yes, he did give me several pecks to the cheek and after we ate, a quick kiss to the lips. I was expecting the worst but he proved to be a gentleman. After what had transpired in the theater I was expecting much worse behavior. As we sat around the camp fire that night, I had to ask him why. "Thad, why are you being so nice now? You weren't nice at the movie. You threatened me and scared me half to death." "Yeah, I was but I was desperate. Someone, I don't know who, started a rumor that I was gay. I couldn't let that go on. No, not in this town. So, you provided a way for me to disprove that rumor. Yeah, I could have picked a real girl to date but she would have expectations. Expectations I couldn't bring myself to do convincingly. You were my only hope. I'm sorry if I scared you. Look after today, if you don't want to see me again, I'll understand," he answered. Hearing that the air left my lungs in relief. I actually felt sorry for him. After being here for a few months and around Uncle Jake, I understood his fear. At the same time, I realized this could be a way out for me. Dating Thad on a regular basis would keep me away from Uncle Jake. I wasn't sure I trusted him yet but if I could; then, maybe I had a way out. "I wish you had told me that instead of scaring me. It would have made my life less stressful. I'll still go out with you provided it's just as friends. No nonsense or funny stuff or I'm gone. Do we have a deal?" I replied. "Deal!" he stated. "Is it okay if I give you a little kiss? You know to keep up appearances and to seal the bargain." "What the hell, he could have demanded a lot more earlier," I thought then said, "Okay but no tongue." The kiss he gave me was soft and tender. Almost enjoyable. Nothing like what Uncle Jake did. Soon after the party broke up and Thad took me back to the house. At the front door, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him goodnight. I didn't really want to do that but I could see Auntie peeking at us through the curtains. Breaking the kiss, I whispered, "Don't get any ideas. Auntie is watching us. Call me." Once inside Auntie gave me the third degree as we sat at the kitchen table. She wanted all the details of what happened on my date. Of course, I lied. I told her there were too many people around but I did give him a blow job. That seemed to make her happy and I heaved a sigh of relief. Thanks to Thad my life was a lot less stressful. I made sure to go out with him at least three times a week. With each date I became more comfortable around him and began trusting him. Most of our dates were to a burger joint or pizza place but some were with our friends. With school beginning shortly and the harvesting pretty much over, dates more group activities. I was actually enjoying myself and so much happier then. Chapter 13 School was starting in less than a week and my mother was nowhere to be found. I was getting seriously concerned that she would never show up. Auntie was talking about enrolling me in a home schooling program. It was either that or drop out, something I wasn't happy about. It meant I would be stuck here and I wanted to go to college. I asked Auntie about when my mother would be here but she was evasive. It wasn't until I caught her after drinking a six pack that I got the courage to insist on an answer. "Ashley, she's never coming to get you. You're mine now! You're my husband's bastard son and I will have my revenge!" she angrily said slurring her words a bit. "What? You're lying," I screamed back. "Did you ever wonder why you didn't look like your father? Where's his red hair? His green eyes? That square chin? Huh! You have Jake's features if you ever bothered to look closely," she stated. Now let me tell you that was a shocker. Stunned to the point where I just stood there with my mouth open. If she wasn't drunk, I don't think she would have revealed that. Then what she said hit me like a sledge hammer. It was true. I didn't look at all like my father. I managed to stagger to the chair before I collapsed. Finally I asked, "Do....does he...he know?" "No, Jake doesn't know yet. I plan on telling him the next time he has his dick plowing your backside. He's been pestering me about letting him have a taste but I want him much more eager before I do. Then I'll kick the both of you out of my house. After that, I won't give a damn about either one of you," she snapped grabbing another beer. My whole body was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. I still don't know how I was able to get up and run to my room balling my eyes out. Pulling myself together, I called Thad. "Thad, you've got to come get me NOW! Please, hurry," I begged. Thankfully he was on his way and didn't bother to ask questions. I guess he could to tell from the panic in my voice it was important. I hastily packed a bag. Not even bothering if my clothing was coordinated. All I knew was that I had to get away from this nut house before Uncle Jake got home. I was jamming stuff into my purse when Auntie entered my room. She was swaying a bit and had something in her hand. I recognized it from when I saw Uncle Jake castrate a boar hog out back. "Auntie, what are you doing with that?" I asked terrified. "Jes......jest gon...gonna get (blech) get rid of those extra bit...bits," she replied. Terrified and horrified, my fight or flight instincts kicked in like never before. My purse was full and heavy. As she staggered closer, I swung it, hard. It caught Auntie on her left shoulder sending her crashing into the wall. I grabbed my suitcase and headed out the door not bothering to see if I had seriously hurt her. I made it as far as the highway when Thad's truck pulled up. That's when I had a nervous breakdown. All I could do was say "get me out of here" and let a torrent of tears flow. What happened after that is a bit of a blur. I remember telling Thad what my Auntie had done and I think about Uncle Jake too. I'm just not sure. After I had calmed down, he took me to the State Police. The local sheriff probably wouldn't act and possibly put me in jail according to Thad. At the station, I revealed everything that had happened and why my Auntie said she did it. It was embarrassing as I had to pull my panties down to prove what I said true. Officers were dispatched and found Auntie where I had left her and that castration device nearby. Uncle Jake was arrested soon after. When he was told about me and his relation, broke down and confirmed my story. I think he was truly sorry but fuck him. Both wound up with lengthy jail terms. As for me, I wasn't a whole lot better off. No home, no me. After medical and psychological examinations, it was determined I could never father children much less get an erection. Those damn bovine hormones. With a lot of work and testosterone treatments, I might pass as a man again. My breasts were a full B-cup and complex surgery needed to remove them that would leave noticeable scarring. I made a pretty looking girl, acted like one and to a degree thought like one. After much thought I considered going all the way but had lingering doubts. So, my therapist suggested I write my biography. She said it would be cathartic and perhaps make my decision easer. I think it has helped and I do feel better now this is all down on paper.