" I gave her a look and walked into theliving room and we both sat on the couch. "I guess I should just comeout and say it. I'm just like you Jacki..., only the other way around. Iwish I were a girl." This isn't funny, Mel," Jackie said. "I'm serious about myself.You've just tried on a dress once and now you want to be a woman?" This isn't the first time for me, Jackie. I've been wearing Maria'sstuff for a while now, but that isn't even the first time. I was around7 when I first had. I caught a rather nasty fever in Africa a few years ago, and these are one of the side effects.?Francesca helped me into a hospital gown and nothing more was said. I was trundled off to x-ray, and after an endless series of x-rays and a brain scan, we had the diagnosis. Nothing was broken except my face. I had a smashed nose, both cheekbones were fractured, and my face was pitted with scraps of broken glass, many of which had embedded themselves in the bones.The first job for the Resident. Harry brought her into the room, leading her on a leash that linked to her collar. She was smiling cheerfully as she stepped along behind him in impossibly high heels and a skirt so tight that she seemed only to be able to move her legs below the knees. Harry turned to talk to her. As he did so, I realised that there must have been some reconciliation between the two of them that I had missed out on while I was away in Barbados and Kushtia. She had obviously finished her sexualisation and. “You are going to learn not to disrespect me! You are going to learn not do things with my permission! Count out, we’re done when I say we are!” I shout at her, lowering the spoon between her legs before bringing it up hard against her pussy. “One!” She spits out through gritted teeth. Quickly I bring it up again against her pussy. “Two!” She says through gritted teeth. Once more I hit it hard against her, listening to the thwacking sound that venerates around the kitchen and hangs for a split.