Anyone who's been beaten enough can be taught to tolerate sexual abuse. But it's a very different matter for someone to thrive on it. To demand it and...to crave it."That is how you will make yourself stand out to him," he continues and I feel my knuckles whiten while gripping tight on the corners of the table. These are things I know, I've known since before I accepted this role. Hearing him say it still makes my stomach churn. "A beautiful, educated woman who not only submits to his whims, but. Then bouncing around like a ball in a tumbler until we hit the highway, and then to the station where I was placed in a cell awaiting my interrogation.I was given a pad of statement forms and a pen, and told to write everything which happened. The two detectives interviewed me. It was obvious that they were only going through the motions. I was released and told to report back the next day. Where I was to stay was going to be the problem, until a German consulate member came up to me and. She gave me a kiss, and sat down with me. We talked while I watched the other two dancers. At the end of my lunch hour I got up to leave. Melody gave me another kiss goodbye.I started going to Babes for lunch about once a week, and get a couch dance. I met all of the regular afternoon dancers. Usually, there would be only one or two other men in the bar during lunch, so the dancers had plenty of time to talk. As I got to know the dancers better, I would ask them to smoke for me, let me suck on. I sort'a liked thechanges."You bet, Jackie!" Ben said, winking, and hugging me.So that night, Jackie was born. I continued to mix the feed, getting a dailymassive exposure to hormones, my breast development advanced until I filledthe bras more than fully. My figure continued to take on a feminine contour,and emotionally, I felt like a woman and accepted it. I was willingly wearingall of the clothes in Mary's wardrobe, filling them out as well as she wouldhave, perhaps better. sleeping in frilly.