When I was younger, I heard my dad in the bathroom, taking a shower—nothing unusual there. Curious, I approached; the door was open. I don’t think he knew I had already returned from school. That was when I saw, for the first time, a naked man with an erection in his hand. The sight alone sent shivers down my spine and stirred my curiosity; I was still in the process of discovering what pleasure and masturbation were. My arousal and desire for my father intensified even further when I realized he was whispering my name. It came as a shock to learn that my own father desired me as a woman—even though I was still just a girl...