Waiting for me was a sweet letter from my parents. It was full of incomprehension reading between the lines, but it was also full of outward love and ...upport. Theirs must have been a more difficult letter to compose. When I went back to see the consultant for my 5-week check-up after the plastic surgery I decided to ask a special favour of the surgeon. I was now so pleased with my look and the way I felt, that I knew that I wanted to have full gender reassignment surgery. I was not going to be. "Amma, I'm home. Why are you sleeping? Are you okay?" I asked. She woke up and moaned in pain. "Aaahh... Please don't touch it Kamal," She said turning to me in pain."What happened amma?" I asked."It's nothing son. I just slipped in the bathroom and my shoulder hit quite hard on the wall while I tried to hold on to something. Now it is painful to move," She said."You must've gone to the hospital amma. Who knows if there's a dislocation or not. Come on, let's go to the hospital," I said helping. So I took her a couple of slices of hot buttered toast as well, but on a big dinner plate so that not too many toast crumbs would fall on the bed. They can be quite sharp, and I didn't want the romantic mood spoiled by a sudden squeak of discomfort from my darling as her tender skin was attacked by a hard bit of crust.My plan worked. After a few more minutes of kissing and cuddling, Julie and I made love slowly and tenderly, and then lay there still connected until Gustav reluctantly fell out. "My ass hurts mistress."The car was finally slowing down and drove up to an old rundown house Jamie saw as she looked out the windows still smarting from her ass whopping. There were woods all around and she didn’t have the faintest idea where they were. They parked it in front."Remove all clothes except for the panties and bra slut." Paige demanded. "You want need in your new home."Jamie started removing what was left of her bra and shirt as both girls got out of the car and walked around to.