A chain around the helicopter seat top held his neck in place so that he could not bend over. A headset with microphone was placed on his head. As I p...epared to climb aboard, I looked at my sister and said ‘Merci beaucoup, ma soeur.’ ‘De rien. C’est moi qui vous remercie, mon petit frère.’ Elizabeth replied. I got in the chopper and started it up, putting the red crowbar on the floor to the left of my seat, near the door. A moment later, I took off, seeing her standing there, watching us.. Some she threw to one side and she had soon picked the ones she was going to use on me. She came and stood in front of me, and crouched down so we were eye to eye and that really scared me. She told me that she was quite heartened when i said she wasn’t going to do many strokes. And she told me of the conversations that she had had with my wife and the quantities of strokes. So she said she had no problems administering 80-100 strokes...But she much preferred 150 and maybe more.At this point. I enjoyed being a womantoo much. Even with all the crap that came with it, the bullshit I hadto cope with from guys, the way they talked over me, the way theystared, I remained enchanted by my feminine form. I embraced its beauty,poise and sensuality. I couldn't go back to being a man again.Dad had an alternative explanation he gave me in a phone call two weeksprevious."You have come to the Tabernacle," he told me cryptically over thephone. "Between right and left the bride approaches, in holy. It was always a short lived, unenthusiastic passion-free act that left me wondering "Why bother?"Tonight was different. She approached tonight like she had approached bathing my c***dren when they were babies. She was tender, slow, patient and caring. Though entirely out of character, I didn't complain, because it felt like nothing else ever had. Just as I felt the stirrings of my climactic eruption, I warned her she had to stop. I expected her to pull right off as she always had, and finish me.