I was eighteen and new in the boy’s hostel. No one had wanted me at home. I had never known my father. I saw my mother go out with a different man almost every night ever since I was old enough to remember such things. She taught me some valuable lessons – how to be attractive, how to carry myself, how to be seductive, how to do my makeup.She always said, “You are such a cute boy, you were meant to be a girl.”She caught me one day, dressing as a girl in front of the mirror when I was very young then laughed and said, “Wow, you look so cute baby, my baby boy is a girl.”She taught me to apply makeup, to shave my body hair, to dress seductively, to carry myself. As I grew up and became an adult, she allowed me to dress up and go out with her to discos. She loved the attention we both got.She would kiss me and say, “Mmm, we are soul sisters.”I loved the smell, the feel of the fabric, the heels, leather – everything about being a girl. I was so glad my mother kaçak iddaa sensed my desire to be a female and encouraged me. Although it confused me whether I was male or female because I had my cock. As I would wear soft panties, it would grow to an enormous size, embarrassing me. My mom would always encourage me to have a strong self-belief and confidence in who I was.She was a very desirable woman and when we dressed together I could see her naked; her silky long hair, her soft cheeks, her stylish face, her full lips, her broad shoulders, her amazing slim and toned body, her big breasts, her taut nipples, her washboard abs, her silky smooth thighs, her long legs. The beautiful thatch of hair between her legs. It was trimmed into a lovely landing strip. She was a material woman, though. Every night she wanted a lover. When I became an adult, she encouraged me to do my own thing and find my own way. So I came to Bangkok to study art, fashion and photography kaçak bahis in a college. I had always been an artsy boy. It was painful for me to live in the boys’ hostel. They were always eyeing me, teasing me, touching me, mocking me, playing with me, fingering me. Until their teasing would move me to tears. I could not share a room with another guy or live in the dorm as I would be the object of attention for all.Then he came into my life. The man who would change everything in my life. The man who would teach me love. The man who would make me feel like the woman that I truly am. The man who would treat me like a girl, like a slut, like a princess, like a woman. All by turns, and all at the right time.It happened quite unexpectedly one day. The boys’ hostel had an open public bath area where all the boys would shower. I was the favourite for all to tease. They would surround me, whistling, making catcalls and remarks about my beautiful hairless illegal bahis body. They would call me girl names and lewd remarks about how I would be in bed. They would ask me to go to the girls’ hostel. At other times they would openly proposition me offering me small amounts of money, making suggestions about different kinds of sex acts.A little detail about how I felt regarding men would help here. When I went out with my mom, I loved manly men. I liked the men who came into her life, who pampered her with gifts and paid her money. I loved their looks, their wide strong jaws, their stubble, their strong muscular bodies, I loved to secretly watch them making love to my mother, and I couldn’t take my eyes off their huge cocks. I imagined each one in my mind later.Robert was just such a man. He was American, six foot four inches tall with wide shoulders, a gym fit body, hairy and with stubble. He was forty-nine, in charge of the boys’ hostel and taught photography in the college. So this fateful day in the public bath, as the boys were teasing me and driving me to tears, I saw a big man come out from one of the showers, naked other than his Jockey underwear.