Vielmehr kreisten meine Gedankenauch um die bevorstehende Feierlichkeit und meinem dortigen Auftritt alsM?dchen. Mir bereitete alleine der Gedanke dar...n mehr Bauchschmerzen alsalles andere. Eine Woche dauerte nun schon meine weibliche Zwangslageund es waren nur noch zwei Tage bis zur besagten Feier.An die Ohrringe und meine Frisur hatte ich mich inzwischen schoninsoweit gew?hnt. Jedoch die Strumpfhosen bereiteten mir beim anziehennoch so ihre Probleme. Es dauerte Mutter allerdings noch zulange. There were to be 15 of them, and he would stop in between each one, so I could think about the next one. I begged for mercy after each one, but he did not give in. He told me if he showed weakness just once, I would lose some respect and he would lose some control, neither of which he was willing to give up. In the back of my mind, I knew he was right, but I didn’t think I could stand one more and I still had five left. Five, four, three, two, one…. Finally it was over. It hurt so good, yet. Sunday slipped by all too quick before I found myself once again driving into teach at the High School Monday morning. It was like getting back on a bike after a fall, I didn’t even remember where in the curriculum we were at, but after the first rough class, the rest went by smoothly, until third period. This was Becky’s class. I was nervous at first, but she was ecstatic to see me back at work and said as much, maybe just a little more delighted than the rest of the class, many of whom. The thought briefly flitted through my head that I was out of control with no idea as to how to regain it. Normally, the thought alone would have panicked me, much less the reality. But I didn't panic. I just seemed to float there peacefully, watching..."How?" she asked. "How do you do this?"It took me a moment to realize that it was Bieta speaking."I ... I don't know," I replied."Is it Narvenia? Is she well?" Bieta asked me quickly. Because it seemed expedient, I simply shared my memory of all.