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Judy at two years Could my parents do that? Could they ever hope, after all they father daughter porn had been through, to "raise me father daughter porn female?" What sort of instruction is that anyway? "Feed the baby every two hours, burp well after feeding, and raise it female." Who gives a thought to such things? You have a son, you have a daughter, you take him or her home, and you get father daughter porn on with your life, period. Consciously, deliberately "raising me female" -- it's like consciously, deliberately breathing. So they took me home, named me Judy, and did whatever it was they did, whatever it was they knew how. I grew into a rough-and-tumble tomboy, a precocious, insecure, tree-climbing, dress-hating show-off with a Prince Valiant haircut and razor-sharp wit who was constantly being called "little boy" and "young man." I never gave a thought to what went through my mother's heart and mind every time this happened, this common misperception-that-wasn't. What did she see every time she looked at me?
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