I wasquestioned about my desires to be female. Was I kidding? Just making itup? Then it was suggested that many people had the same desires andjust go... on with life. I imagined that under his white coat he was insuspenders and stockings. Anyway, this time they found I was grade C,unfit. Meantime the Bank, frightened that a trainee was being takenaway, decided to spirit me out to West Africa. I flew to Sierra Leone,two weeks after my 21st birthday.I was equipped with a tropical suit, a bush hat,. I gasped and almost stopped breathing. I was now one of thegroup who depend on tampons for control of vaginal problems.The Voice returned. "Start the dressing process, stage 1!"Mother quickly lowered my legs and released me from the stirrups. Shedusted me all over with a lavender dusting powder which smelled yummyand then went to the clothes closet and withdrew a few items.She handed the first item my sister, who swung it around on her fingerlike a frisbee. It was a pale pink pantie with. " Her mother dropped the clothes she was holding in a defeated huff."Honestly maybe you should spend more time cleaning your room and less time sleeping the day away. Lord knows why you would be so tired." Bye Mom" she said, her voice barely intelligible through a mouthful of pillow.Her mother shook her head. A few minutes later Leslie heard the garage door open and close signaling her mother's departure.What her mom DIDN'T know was that she had a very good reason for being tired. Unbeknownst. I got a warning the first time. It was my junior year of high school, about a month after I’d first started taking lessons from her. I’d skipped three of the six days I was supposed to practice that week. She asked if I had been practicing every day. I told her no. She said that because I’d told the truth she’d let me off with a warning this time, but next time she’d have to give me a spanking. She had such a sweet demeanor that I honestly thought she was joking. It didn’t help that she smiled.