I shaved my legs and decided that it was time to move thelaser treatments down to my pubic area. It was time to becomepermanently smooth down there. ...Looking at my poor little penis, Istarted to feel some regret, it was definitely getting smaller from allestrogen and progesterone I was taking. What would it be like after thisyear when I went back to be a man, a man with a tiny smooth penis? Thismade me realize that I may be going too far too fast. I stood up andslipped out of the bath. . "Put your face in frame," he said flatly, continuing and not addressingme as anythingI dropped to my knees in front of my phone, looking down at the floorafter getting my face in frame, I was so disappointed in myself, all thatwork and I screwed it up, my eyes were watering up. I went too far andhe's mad at me, oh no oh no..."You are never to make any alterations to your body unless you ask mefirst. Understood, trisha?" Yes, Daddy."He continued slowly: "Clothes, makeup, earrings, things you can. For one thing, you don't have a woman to tell you when you can and can't play golf. Not that my wife does you understand.''Of course not, Maurice. I'm sure she loves being a golf widow.''What about you, Roy? How does Mrs. Lakeland feel about your time on the course?'Roy laughed. 'Ah, Kelly knows better than to complain. I mean, she's got everything she could ever want, hasn't she? No, Kelly doesn't complain no matter what I get up to. Mind you, she has no idea about half the things I get up,. Pulling away had been instinct. Linnea turned to face Doug, his face etched with concern that he had stepped over some boundary. She knew that, now that she'd gotten away, she should make her excuses and go home. But, it had felt so good to be held by Doug. Besides, he didn't know who she was and he was headed back to college soon."You startled me," she said, stepping back into the circle of his arms, her head tilted back invitingly.Linnea found herself trembling as Doug leaned down and kissed.