The calendar had decided the question. Bob's birthday was on a Tuesday. The Saturday before, I would start my period.By that Sunday, the idea of being...a sex slave had seemed utterly degrading, but the rest of my life hadn't seemed that much better. Anyway, I'd figured that I would give him more than he asked for. His birthday gift from me would be a certificate offering "One sex slave from 11:00 p.m. Friday until 1 a.m. Sunday." That way he would get all of his "games" out of his system on one. ‘No problem, are you in?’ ‘Yeah’, I said trying not to seem to excited. He said his name was Steve, we shook hands. ‘Follow me’, he said as he headed towards a door that exited to the alley. I barely noticed that his buddy was following us out into the alley. ‘We’re going in the back door of this next building. As we walked past the edge of the building we had just exited, we turned down a narrow passage between the two buildings. That was when ‘Steve’ and his partner each grabbed an arm of. As well as some panties and a few other items of a decidedly feminine nature. While we shopped there, several other women and men showed up shopping in the store and it was amusing to see that several other recently minted women were learning the finer aspects of dressing a female body. One man kept insisting his significant other buy a flimsy nightgown just like the ones 'he' had bought 'her' in the past before they had swapped bodies.We left Fredericks a bit embarrassed at hearing others talk. WE would curl up on the couch to watch a movie, and there was no feeling, there was no connection, even with the close quarters that we were in, and going to sleep next to each other at night wasn’t any better. We would sleep with our backs to each other, and barely touch whenever we did lay close to each other. Stacy and I just weren’t a good match for each other, and I kind of knew it, and was afraid to do anything about it, all because of the inevitable questions of who is the next.