“I’m sure you know that I cannot discuss a case without the permission of either the patient or in this case the patient’s spouse,” said the d...ctor.“Doctor, the man can hardly talk. He’s a basket case. This is his wife, his entire life depends on her making it. Can you at least give me some hope here,” said Rodney.“She’s going to live, Mister Pollard. I can tell you that much, but...”“Her burns, can they be fixed? You know any plastic surgery? What?” said Rodney. “ Hmm, yes, mostly, I suppose.. That's how I knewjust when to get home. I loved the part when the glass was sent flyingacross the floor. I figured great I have you now, but you did manage toget the key anyhow. I just waited till I knew you had a pretty fulldiaper and you were getting really frustrated and wanted out of thatstinky mess in your diaper. I knew if I came home about then that youwould do anything to get out of that playpen and messy diaper. I knew Ihad you and that you would let me take pictures after picture of. Igrabbed my large black shoulder bag I took to work and startedstocking it with everything i would need, makeup, tissues, perfume, mycigarettes and lighter, femfresh, and a spare pair of panties that Ialways carried now incase my horniness got out of control. Everysingle item was a horrible reminder of this unwanted female body I nowoccupied. I walked over to my shoe rack and got my navy blue stilettosI wore for work, set them on the floor and stepped into them, usingthe mirror to see what I. It dawned on me that if they both knew about and accepted the other, the path would be clear for the perfect arrangement. I was already halfway there. Betsy knew about mom and seemed willing for now at least, to accept it. I decided to talk to Betsy on the way to work that morning.The moment we'd turned the corner at the end of our block, she slid over next to me and put her arm through mine."How are you feeling?" I asked."I'm a little sore. You were the first in a long time." She hesitated,.