The incarnation in France that I was a nun

How I died. When I leave the Convent to live with another girl, I would have a friendship with a German that was who killed me. I was deep fond of that person, in other incarnation he give me so much love was two men and I was the male of him, one time he shame me. He was years before the most handsome man of Europe, 20 years older than me. One day came a friend of him to say to me that all the France knew that he was saying that he was happy like an old lady, making surgery to keep young to don't lose the young boyfriend, and his friend ask me you don't mind he be 70 years old, I was almost 20 he had said to me that he was 40 years old, I know I was the male but how people laugh at me. So in the incarnation that I was a French girl, I thought with me how find him. I thought that if has a name that he would like to be called would be Eagle, also because the homosexual girls from France (think at France don't be to be born in France just be there, from France don't need be in France but had born there, I am sayng that we was from and in France),  so we had a codename and my would be the Eagle from France and the Eagle from France was a brain, was the first codename that wasn't feminine. In less than 2 months I receive an answer that the Eagle of Germany would come to punch me, I never would have predicted, I thought if I stayed at home hiding I would really receive that punch, and the only idea that I had was to present me at his arrive being other person and guide him for all the places looking for me to don't find. I was a tall girl even my soulmate was convicing dressed like a man was a short man, at the end of the day he almost strangled me, but we came friends he also was homosexual he lived with another man, he was the one of the couple that had the ideas. We came deep friends, and my girlfriend with his boyfriend had the idea that when we were in a travel on in a house all the 4 I share the bedroom with the Eagle and my girlfriend share the bedroom with his boyfriend, we never had sex. Our mates from the contrary really had, but the boyfriend didn't want at the time that she had babies, I sold many things for him and one of the things that I sold to him was the method of a woman receive material from a couple to give birth, that was excentricity of nobles, the process wasn't in a human female, the recipient was an animal, he wanted me to be the parental I give my material to make eggs with his material and put in girlsfriends of his past, he had 40 beat everyone that get pregnant of him and took them in the past to make an abortion because was his way to say that he was gay. I help him with something he had a closet full of female dresses his doctor was saying that don't you see that that dresses was for a child, that he was pedophile, I fit in all the dresses, I was a 1,80 meters female, I understand that for he the ideal was a thin man, I had a body without brests, the fact was that he was tall a little fat living with a man that was short the dresses would never fit on his companion, but idealization is an idealization, nobody idealizes shortness and fatness. Why he killed me was when I was 68 years old and he was a little more than 20 years older than me, in the end, he asked with who I had lost my virginity I thought that was unbelieveble, that I never had did that I show my pussy in a bedroom for him, after that I had to start to run from kidnapping attempts, one day I hadn't luck, and was him, he said for me that he would kill me because he was impotent ("broxa") that when he saw my nudity the dick rise 3 days after, becasue this he would kill me, I ask to write a letter for my girfriend, and the history was incredible, I write there that if a has the same problem I would make up a history that I was romantic carry the girl for a paradisiac island  and said that all that was becasue after so many years of proximity I want that moment being special, so would be that the reason to need 3 days for the act, after had write that letter I though if he read that letter before kill me, I hold against the breast the letter you would not read, would you? He said trust me give the letter, then a I died he strangle me. Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim