"Terri, what happened to your voice? Did you have an operation? Is thatpermanent?" Tom asked. I told him it is not permanent and will fade backto my m...n's voice in 30 days. I did not want him to think it was my ideato have a woman's voice, so I said the doctors made me do it for thetreatment of my Feminizer disease.Tom was clearly confused, but he was nice and said he gives me a lot ofcredit for handling my disease so well. As I was "wiggling" out of hisoffice, my hips swaying, he said, "Terri,. I brought my bear out into the living room, eager to try out my new-found knowledge, I also brought out with me a dirty magazine I had found left behind by one of my mum's ex boyfriends. It had become one of my favourite things to masturbate to. I loved looking at the pictures of the tiny white models having their holes obscenely stretched open and used by huge toys, black and white cocks, some even tied up in weird poses with rope I didn’t know yet. I laid them out carefully on the living. This is the time I got married to a smart girl who is working in Mumbai and I was a graduate having a small job is our town at down south Indian state. I was not sure why this modern girl prefers to marry me and I found she is quite confident and independent. I liked the nature and the smartness thought will have a great life after marriage. She is from the next town of ours. Their parents are school teachers and she is working for some company in Mumbai as executive secretary. She said she has. ”“You are sweet,” she said and kissed my lips. “Of course it’s nothing you did, so stop worrying.” She looked into my eyes. “This is so embarrassing ... Do you think ... that an anal douche might help with ... constipation?”“Are you bound up?” I asked.She nodded. “Big time. When I get like this I take some senna. I really don’t like taking it because I’m never sure when it’ll kick in and when it does kick in I get uncomfortable cramping and I worry I won’t make it to a restroom. I thought.