I just don't know what to say, or even how to put itinto words." We have all day," Tom counselled. "Just say whatever comes to mind." Well," Sam wept,..."I don't know where to begin. I'm confused abouteverything; about you and me, about the group, about being a woman or aman. Oh, hell I just don't know." Maybe," Sam acknowledged. "I really don't know much about you. I know Ilike being with you, though." A little smile crept through Sam's tears."Well," Tom began, "there really isn't anything. 'Was great seeingyou today, see you tomorrow at mine!''See you! XX' I reply just as Phil logs out of Facebook and my stomachbegins to growl from the medication I'd taken before switching on mytablet computer.After the laxative has worked its magic, I head to bed thinking of myboyfriend and my new 'little sister', before quickly falling into adeep sleep.I wake the following morning as always at 7:30am, taking my boy blockerand changing into my school uniform before heading into my wardrobe. Mari grinned as well. "I think that I want ... Andy." She admitted with a glance at me, trying hard to Americanize her pronunciation of my name. Her eyes came fully to mine. "I wish for you, ... and me, ... to be ...." Her sentence remained incomplete, but the thought was complete.We were silent for a time, each lost in our own thoughts. We ate quietly, mulling over the brave new landscape we faced. I got up, wandered to the window, cock swaying heavily. It was still very grey out, gloomy even.. It really gave me Hell but I suspected that thiswasn't going to change.My belt was unlocked and removed. After several days of minimal rations,it really wasn't that tight anymore. More a permanent reminder thananything else.Sister Sarah opened a box that was sitting on the table and brought outa pink concoction that seemed to consist mainly of laces, bones andsuspenders."After discussing it with your mistress we decided that rather than anordinary girdle, you should start with a proper corset..