M. And I didn't feel like moving.Moira and Saralinda were cuddled together ignoring me. Actually, I don't think they knew I was awake. The window was ...ehind them, and Moira's hair glowed like an aura around her head. She was whispering to Saralinda, and stroking her face. They looked supremely happy. I didn't want to disturb them, but I did need to pee. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of bed and made a run to the bathroom.They hadn't moved by the time I returned, but they did both look at. At that point the doctor said that was all that would be done for today, he would complete the transformation in the morning.I was relieved, but also a little upset. I wanted the job finished. I was given my clothes to put back on; my underwear didn't fit very well any longer. I also had the problem with the nails, they were painted red.The girls just laughed and said, "You are in New York, no one will notice."They were correct, we went back to the hotel with no problems. Chapter 4Once we got. What was your message for me?”He looked up at me and even at Tonya holding his gun and said, “Go home cracker,” he said.“Just those quiet words,” I suggested.“Rough you up a little maybe,” he said.“You mean like this,” I said striking a quick blow to his face. I was pretty sure there was the sounds of bones crunching. To make sure he remember me, I hit him one more time to his right clavicle. In other words he was going to be in some pain for a while.The worst thing was I had an audience for. It had never occurred to me to do otherwise. He now told me and I went along agreeing with him that I would, in future leave my coat at least 500 yards from ‘our place’ as he called it. I was to wear only boots and a slut collar. The collar he wanted I had to go and buy in a fetish shop. He asked me what boots I had other than what I was wearing that day. These were black polished knee high, with zipped insides and a heel of about 4” but fashionable, not spiked. I said I also had white calf.