I know that’s nothing going to come of it, but I could have at least come up with a better reply then thank you. Thank you?!? Really? I fell back on...my bed with a sigh. Sometimes I wished I wasn’t so careful. Adventurous every once in a while. But I’m boring and predictable. And pretty a voice in the back of my head said. I smiled when I thought about it, but tried to shake it off. I couldn’t think about it anymore. Definitely not on Monday. He was just being honest, he wanted to explain the. I desperately do. I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I told Tina about everything then. How Tony had first presented his dilemma to me. How I had posed as his bride. How I had fallen in love with my best friend, and that he probably felt the same way, but it was hard for him. He had to deal with his masculine side. I had obviously given up on that a long time ago. Tina listened attentively through the endless row of joys and doubts, self-loathing and love.. " As the other womengiggled at my appearance, Madam Zelda ran a critical eye over me,announced that I would be called Lucy and instructed Fannie to set me towork. I suppose my idea of a maid involved being dressed in a prettyuniform, greeting guests, serving afternoon tea in the drawing room andflouncing around with a feather duster. The reality was much different,Fannie was a constant critic as I washed and ironed, swept and moppedfloors, cleaned windows, helped prepare meals and washed. After the muted screaming subsided the tears began pouring as the realization of her predicament began to set in. She was locked in a metal stall on all four feet covered in almost 12 inches of accumulating feces. Her body was now being milked in four locations and she could not imagine what other transformations had taken place to her body. The weeks dragged on and eventually the pain subsided and the suckling machine eventually turned pleasurable and the daily milking sessions soon turned.