Brigitte was called to Ms.Lynne's office. She didn't reappear until two hours later. The onlydifference the others could see, was the color of her hai... ribbon. Itwas pink. It had been a school rule. Any girl could wear a ribbon inher hair as long as it wasn't pink or baby blue."Hey Brigitte, you are not supposed to wear a pink hair ribbon." Pink is the only color hair ribbon I wear now. It is what shows that Ihave chosen to go through with my sex change operation. I was evenexamined by the. ”I smiled, “you didn’t think you would have it that easy did you?” I asked.“No master. Sorry master.” She said quickly.“On your knees and face me,” I ordered her and she quickly complied, I looked at her and I could see her need and arousal painted all over her face.I walked back over to her and placed my hand against her cheek and made slow stroking movements, she pushed her face into my hand and quickly I pulled my hand back and slapped her cheek making her head rock to the side her hair. He always makes those conversations an educational experience. What did you do new; did you enjoy it; would you like to do it again; maybe Daddy will bring this in for a form of punishment if it is something I really did not enjoy. Today I have to trick Daddy in to dominating the conversation instead. I start on my third glass of wine. I know I should stop on the second glass but I really need to push Daddy tonight. There is no way I will let Daddy leave town without him giving me some of. The nun's eyes were open but focused on nothing. Blood stained her coif and forehead."What did you do?!" Jason said, rushing forward. "We agreed to a trial!" Whoa, whoa, there, pardner!" George said. "We didn't do nuthin'! Found 'er like this, and nobody else is here. Looks like she done hit her head...agin."Jason could see that Sister Nancy was still breathing. Not dead, but...what?Joan knelt, looking at a smear of blood on the hard edge of a nearby seat arm. "Looks like she hit here..