He had done quite well onthat one, the physio not reporting any concerns.Those were what you might call run-of-the-mill tests. After that camethe othe...s; an endocrinologist to examine how his hormones had beentotally screwed up after seven years of being force fed God-knows-what,a sexual health consultant to investigate whether the abuse had causedlong term physical damage, a gender dysphoria specialist, and of coursethe psychiatric team. He knew that he would be spending a lot of timewith them. Why don't we eat together?"Anne was down to her panties in the bedroom. I followed in and sat down to take my boots off. Anne pulled out a long, blue, cotton dress with a gazillion tiny white flowers, half a million little buttons down the front and a deep scoop neck. She left the skirt buttons open up to mid-thigh."That's pretty, all right. Guess I'll be the homely one."I dug out a silk print blouse that has this design of red and blue lines and blocks on a white background. I put on a blue. I would always curious about what it would be like being with another man,while i was wearing cute girly cloths.Well..that day came when i was 23 years old.I thought it was going to be a typical day.Before i left for work i decided to grab a black lace thong that i kept from my ex girlfriend,stuffed it in my jacket and off to work i went. Lunch time rolled up and i left to go to the river where i usually ate lunch.I didnt bother eating and started walking around looking for a nice hiding spot. I reached over her shoulder and undid the buttons on her blouse. She had ignored one of the rules; her breasts were encased in a white lacy bra as I known since she had first entered the room.Without a word, I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet and still holding onto her dragged her to the front and, pulling my chair out from behind my desk, sat down and pulled her across my knee. I pulled up her top and unhooked her bra strap and dropped the offending garment on the floor. Her.