Although I said in my heart that I wanted to sleep, my cousin next to me was breathing very heavily, and I didn't feel sleepy at all, not to mention that I had slept once before and slept until eight o'clock at night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hmm, my cousin is breathing so hard, he won't want to do anything to me......

I was thinking wildly, turning over and over, and finally lying flat on the bed, leaning against the pillow.

It doesn't matter if you can fall asleep or not, just close your eyes anyway.

Thinking like this, I closed my eyes, and after a while, my mother's figure suddenly appeared in my mind.

I thought that this shadow would disappear soon, but my mother's figure turned into a scene again.

When I was very young, I was bullied and came home crying, my father taught me that if I was bullied, I would go through the bricks, and he would bear the burden of accidents, anyway, I should not be bullied in vain like a man, and my mother argued with him, saying that there was a problem with his education.

At that time, it was just an argument, but afterwards, the two of them comforted me who was crying constantly, and they were harmonious like a model couple.

The picture in my mind shifted to junior high school, at that time I had already made my father look uncomfortable, although I was a girl when I was a child, but my father always thought that I would grow up to be a strong man like him, but I was not.

So when I came home with the plush doll that my mother bought for me, I was grabbed by the collar and beaten, and my mother cried and wanted to pull him away, but my father, who used to be a soldier and even now exercises every day, can be pulled away.

Later, until the third year of junior high school, when I suddenly broke out and quarreled with my father and ran away from home, as long as my father saw my girl's things or girl-like behavior, he would scold and beat me lightly, maybe it was also from my junior high school that the relationship between my parents got worse and worse, right?

After all, it's because I'm too girly, otherwise my dad wouldn't have beaten and scolded me often, and my mom wouldn't have quarreled with him often over this.

Later, when I ran away from home in the third year of junior high school, my mother cried in my garage rental house and said that my father smoked alcohol every day at home, that my father actually cared about me, so he would beat and scold me, and that my father had promised her that he would never beat and scold me again.

So I went back, I didn't have the same feeling for my father as before, I avoided him like an enemy every day, sometimes he looked at my girl's appearance unpleasantly, my mother would always appear in time to stop me, and then I went to other cities to study secondary school, and he couldn't touch me if he wanted to.

Until today......

Mom left the house and Dad scolded me for being a shemale......

How can anyone who is a parent scold his children and shemales.

Although I know that I know that I have breasts in my father's eyes as a man, and I have almost everything that a woman should have, I still can't accept being called a shemale by my father.

It was like a desperate feeling.

I didn't choose to become a woman! I also want to be like a man, and I want to be like my classmates and their fathers, where the fathers and sons hook each other's shoulders and avoid their mothers to drink.

But what is in the bones...... How can I change it.

I've become a woman, how can I be my father's son.

I miss my mother so much...... If Mom was here, she would have understood me and would argue with Dad when he scolded me for being a shemale.

Tears began to flow one by one, and a soft sobbing sound came from deep in his throat.

Why did my mother have to divorce my father, why did she leave me alone in this house, why did my father say that you didn't ask me anymore, why didn't you call me until now...... Why did you raise me as a girl when I was a child, and I have always been psychologically like a girl, but now you want to abandon me.

I hate my dad so much, he'll call me a shemale, and if he knew I'm a woman, he'll beat me to death...... Why do you have to leave at this time, Mom......

I want to call my mother, but I'm really scared that you're going to tell me in person that you don't want me anymore......

The sobbing voice gradually turned into choking, and the tears flowed more and more, dripping down the pillow.

"Brother, don't cry."

My cousin next to me heard my noise, turned over to face me, and whispered comfort.

But when I heard the comfort, the sourness in my heart instantly exploded, and tears poured out at once, and the crying became louder and louder, my heart twitched, and my snot and tears flowed down my head.

"Brother, don't cry." My cousin sat up, took a tissue and took it to my side, and hurriedly comforted me, "I can't stand you crying the most, you cried every day when you were a child, and you didn't look like a cousin at all." ”

"But......" I sobbed, trying to stop my tears, trying to make a cousin gesture in front of him, but when I thought of my mother leaving me, the tears couldn't stop at all, and they kept flowing, "but my mother doesn't want me anymore, and my father says that my mother doesn't want me anymore......"

"No, don't cry."

He leaned over me slightly and wiped my tears with a tissue.

"I miss my mom ......"

"My dad will scold me, he will call me a ladyboy, he will beat me......"

After being comforted, I always cried more intensely, my crying head was blank, and I didn't plan to cry to my cousin, but I actually cried like a little girl.

"I hate my dad so much, he always looks at me unpleasantly, I read for half a year before I come back, he scolds me for being a shemale...... He's always like that, and he hates me too......"

Crying constantly, crying eyes red and swollen, eyes blinded by tears, unable to see anything; I couldn't stop crying, and I rubbed my arms without any image and exhaled; The crying throat was hoarse, and even the crying was hoarse.

My cousin panicked and took me in his arms, let me rest the back of my head on his thin shoulder, and gently rubbed my waist with his hand, softly comforting me.

"Don't cry, my aunt will be back soon, and my uncle won't scold you, he said that I will fight with him when he says you, don't cry."

"You can't beat my dad's ......"

I choked up and retorted.

"Desperately, no matter whether I can beat him or not, I will at least bite him a piece of meat." After he explained, seeing that I was still crying, he wiped my nose with a tissue in one hand, and sighed in a low voice, "Brother, don't cry, it's okay, it's really hard for me to be your brother." ”

I also wanted to stop crying, but whenever I stopped crying a little, I would always think of the scene where my father smashed the cup and scolded me for being a shemale, so the tears flowed even more.

Why did I encounter this kind of thing, why didn't my family accept me with a smile like other parents who turned into novels, why was I the only one who had to endure such a ridiculous thing?

Slowly, from crying just thinking about the existence of my mother at the beginning, to crying because of the experience of becoming a woman during this time.

In the end, he lost his strength all over his body, lying softly in his cousin's arms and choking, unconsciously holding his cousin's waist with both hands, and then losing consciousness in fatigue and choking.

Why...... The world is so unfair to me......

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