"I was completely losing it now and couldn't settle down. Alexi guided meto more of a private area near a shuttered store, holding me around thewaist...and digging a tissue out of her purse. I hung my head and my hairdrifted around my face, partially hiding the scene. I couldn't help itat all and the tears came streaming. I was a blubbering mess of femaleemotions. Alexi leant me all her concern and support as I broke down,wiping my face and soothing me."Look at me, I'm a mess." I. A. himself called her to let her know when her ex got out, but assured her that he seemed contrite, understood the consequences if he again violated the restraining order, and that he’d gone home to the city where he lived, 300 miles away.It wasn’t terribly reassuring, all in all, and we both stayed on guard – and armed – as much as we possibly could. I was less worried about me because I didn’t think he wanted anything to do with me and that he would do everything in his power to catch Julia. He carried them all to the car. Similarly groceries, housecleaning,yard-work, everything! Unending nattering about "compromise" and"equality"? Gone.I managed his enthusiasm. I let his little boy out of its tiny cageevery third or fourth day. Most days I would permit him a "Big O" as hecalled them. I was really good by now at delivering a hands-freeclimax. Nothing on his cock; just a steady, steady, steady in-and-outof my fist and arm up his ass. A little slapping or caning and mylittle boy got. It would be like suicide to make her go away. Iran my hands down my dress until my fingers reached my shaved legs andknew what I had to do. I had to become Amanda.I removed the wig, changed into my boy clothes and removed my makeup inmy bathroom. There was still a trace of mascara, but I was now mymother's beautiful boy once again.I walked back to the living room where Mom and Dad were having a drink.Mom smiled when she saw me, her boy was back. Then something strangehappened, a wistful.