It is, by far, the most amazing aspect in the merging of myselves. I find that I marvel at the concept even months later, but I swear it’s true. Sub...issiveness is a dominant trait! Perhaps the truth is that ‘submissiveness’ is not the trait at all, but only an aspect of many traits, that include an overwhelming discomfort for all those things I told you Mama didn’t like in me. At the moment of my merging, they simply lost their importance to me, and all those things that make me Molly became. I enquired their use. Griselda agreed to demonstrate. I was too intent on the items to notice the smile that passed across her face until my arms were placed into the half circles and she snapped the clasps circling my lower arms. I opened my mouth wide to protest this indignity only to be nonplussed by another translucent contrivance that Griselda introduced into my open mouth. It was a ball with a hole through it, attached to a wide circlet that snapped tight around my chin and lower head. I. Do you realize what you have done?"I shook my head."Answer me!" Yes Sir, Mr. Stevens," I managed to say and looked into his stern face. “What is gonna happen to me now?" In my panic, before I realized what I was saying, I begged him not to turn me into the Dean. I would be thrown out for sure. “I will do anything, anything you ask,” I blustered, fighting back tears.He looked down at me, an expression on his face I’d never seen before. He glanced up and down my body as if he could see through my. Did he feel that he didn't have a choice or, did he want to see how I would react?Josh strolled into the kitchen. “Who's that guy?” he asked, his lip upturned in a frown. “I saw him with you in McDonalds.”“That's my husband,” I replied.Josh swallowed. He looked at me nervously, then asked, “Does he know?” “About what?” I queried.“About me fucking you,” said Josh.I laughed. “Of course, he knows. It was his idea.”“Seriously, he wanted me to fuck you?” Josh stared at me; his face contorted in.