Ian knew very well what he was doing; he was buying me off. But he really didn’t have to. Yes, he might feel guilty about what he had done to me. He had called it rape but I wasn’t a woman so how could he have raped me? It was worse than rape, however, what he was doing to me now. He was showering me with women’s clothes and jewellery and things. He was encouraging me to be as feminine as I could possibly me. He wanted me to become a woman through surgery.
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