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    A Transgender Story Chapter 33

    By Ms Chor Lor | February 2, 2010 | 368 views

    In our previous chapter…………..

    this chapter won’t be a continued from the last chapter. But something else which I remembered and decided to post it to remember a godfather who once treated me quite well.

    The Godfather

    Can’t really remember how old was I then, but it should be 16 like that, when i was still a guy, just starting to go into a gay’s life.

    Can’t really remember how I knew the guys, maybe it was through friend’s friend. These group of guys, some were my age, some were older, but most of them were still in the teens. Some were quite beng. I would always go out with them, play pool, go karaoke, play karem.

    Some of them are working, some doing nothing, some still studying. I also can’t remember what I was doing then haha.

    Anyway, one day, they brought me to see their so call ‘godfather’. They say this godfather always give them pocket money to spend. But he is like a bit gay gay, he always touch them and kiss them on the cheek. I never told them that time I like guys anyway. I kept it from them.

    And so this godfather was like in his 50s, not those type with beer tummy, he is quite normal size, no more front teeth. He asked me about my background. Then told me how those kids call him godfather. There was like 12 of them and I was the 13th one.

    He will always bring us out like going for dinner, karaoke, chalet and he will pay for everything. He will also occasionally give me pocket money but just like $50 or what.

    And yes, he really like to touch here and there. He will like to hug you in his arms, then give you a peck on the cheeks. Everyone just bear with him cause he gives us money.

    Even on CNY, he will bring us to a sumptuous dinner and give us all ang baos. I did ask him before where he got all his money from, but he always never wanted to say.

    Then the 13 of us, we were really like close brothers. It was like one of those scenes from movie whereby one group of guys from different walks become close brothers. But we were no gangsters. We never do anything illegal, just hanging out together.

    In fact, I kind of like a few of them secretly, cause they were just so cute! Godfather really know how to chose all the cute guys ya.

    I was the youngest among all. And godfather dotes me the most, besides being the youngest, I’m also the only one who never complains when he touch me. Not because I like him to touch me, but because I respect him and since he give me money, that’s my gesture of filial him back.

    In fact, he gives me more pocket money than the rest of them. The rest of them are slightly more rebellious. If he touch them too much, they will scold him back.

    This period lasted for about a year I think. As we all grew up, we went separate ways and carry on with our own life. We also try to avoid his calls. I wonder if he is still alive today.

    Some years back, I happen to see one or two of the guys on the street. They are now married and a few of them still keep in contact as good friends. They also almost can’t recognise me cause I have became a woman. I think they may have also probably forgotten about godfather………..

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