I want to see what you look like…"I wanted to speak, but felt that no words were going to explain what was happening. I stepped out and started to o...en my mouth."Not a word, you fucking sissy BITCH, till I tell you to speak! Do you understand?"I nodded.The lady looked at Cath and said "Get the shoes and that tight pantie girdle! Let's get this fucking BITCH prepared!"My head was going round and round and around - I was getting dizzy."Sit down, BITCH! Look, the roofies are starting to work on. We were terrified when we found out how badly you had been injured. We wanted you to know how much you mean to all of us and we wanted you to know how glad we were that you came home to us.’ I walked farther into the crowd. I couldn’t believe it. Women were crying and touching me. Men shook my hand and many hugged me too. Oh, shit, there’s a bunch of my old teachers. There’s old Mr. Patterson, the Principal of the high school. He walked up to me and shook my hand. He stared into my eyes. ‘Larry. No girl is with you, you left your ex Cameron three weeks ago, well maybe it was a mutual breakup. Nevertheless it was the right decision. You had some great years and even when the sex was good it was never what you truly desired. You never had the courage to act out your fetish cause you feared that Cameron would tell anyone and with the word spread you must fear to lose your business and your business is all about power and control. They would stop respecting you.So you stand alone on the. A dress is so feminine afterall. The blouse is a different story. Mom thinks I should show off alittle more so she keeps buying me tighter fitting tops that fit to mycurves. Personally I'd prefer that no one take notice of my fakebreasts. The less people look at me the better.I'm glad mom's letting me wear sneakers today. I've never quitemastered wearing high-healed shoes. Unfortunately I still have all ofthe damn jewelry she loves to see me wear. Four rings, two bracelets,the gaudiest earrings.