He couldn't believe he was even having thisdiscussion, but he shook himself, sat up straight and said, as gentlyas he could, "Look, ma'am, just forget...it. I mean, I appreciate thethought and all and I'm sure you mean well, but I'm okay, really. Mylife's been a good one. Thank you, anyway, but..."The old woman smiled benignly, her eyes still a-twinkle, and said,"Oh, Mykala, sweet child, you were not listening. I told you, 'Yourwish is granted.' It is done. You will be Mykala."Mick looked. " What do you mean?" Never mind. Look, let's go and raid the canteen."The canteen wasn't far away and I was furnished with a chicken curry. Itwas rather bland, but Stacey said I wasn't allowed to leave until I'deaten at least half. During the meal Stacey didn't say much, which I wasrather grateful about. As I ate, I tried to block out the picture of myMum lying on a hospital bed, tubes attached and her slowly, but withcertainty, dying."Photos help," said Stacey."What?" Photographs. They help. She’d been great about it, spanking him gently, and then a little harder, and tying him up and teasing his dick and squeezing his nipples?and then pinching them harder, especially if she’d had a difficult day.But then Sperry had gotten a transfer to Buttermilk Falls, and he and Cyri had discovered the infamous PainCafe—nightclub and shopping center catering to kinksters. Cyri had joined a support group for dominant wives, and she’d come home to suggest, rather formidably, that they try full. My Aunt cleaned me up and made me take ahot bath before bed. I think it was that episode that broke my will. Starting that next day Iwas resigned to my pretty skirts and stopped thinking about the nexttime I would be wearing trousers. I became more aware of women's fashions and admired a girl's appearanceinstead of mentally undressing her. I began thinking of the femininefinery in the closet as my own. I completely mastered the art of walkingin heels and no longer felt angry when a boy admired.