That took over a year under a harshdisciplinarian and her attendants. They trained me in everything I neededto know about being a woman. If I dressed ...yself wrong, if I made a wronggesture or said the wrong thing, or messed up on my makeup, I receivedlashing over the post. I learned everything I needed over the next yearto conduct myself as a woman. I was then freed.I learned another very harsh lesson once I was free. I was not free.Being a woman in England at this time meant that if I didn't. We hadn't intended to give the administration any credit at all. The people we had evacuated were told that we were a private mercenary group hired by a wealthy philanthropist. The evacuees were a bit confused when we dropped them off at an abandoned Air National Guard station and left.It didn't help Jimmy much when that word leaked out. After that, people thought he'd been trying to take credit for something he hadn't had a part of. He lost the election by an even larger percentage and we got. I found the dead horse and smelled it. When I had the vaginal infection, cunt smelled like that dead horse stuffed with rotten fish and bad limburger. Try feeling sexy with your pussy oozing out a curdish cunt cream with the consistency of cream corn or cottage cheese depending on what day of the week it is. Try sitting at a bar with a short skirt on trying to attract a man with a cunt that smells like a dead horse stuffed with rotten fish and bad limburger. I picked up a guy at the “Town. I had struck another student. That went against everything I stood for. I felt truly and wholly disgusted with myself, ashamed that I would cause another person pain like that.I was taken out of my headspace by Mr. Scott clearing his throat and standing up, slowly making his way to the front of the room besides Phil. He stood there for a few seconds, mumbling something to Phil, then looked towards the rest of the council.“Good afternoon, students.” he began.“This is Mr. Scott speaking.” I could.