He knew he had got himselfinto a spot but he really felt, in a masochistic kind of way, quite goodabout it. He was a submissive individual whether in ...ale or female modeand he was getting a kick out of being ordered around and even beingtreated as a maid was to his liking. Humiliation by his sisters andstrangers was tolerable as it made him feel curiously enough, morefeminine. He had never been able to extend the cross-dressing experienceto interaction with other individuals, and he was going. I was ready to begin my new life with my perfectly suitably fit master.He was there waiting for me when I disembarked from the plane.I always enjoyed seeing all the people so happy to be seeing their returning friends and beloved family members.The reason for my arrival was of quite a more sinister nature and I did not know what to expect.He was not smiling, he seemed to be sweating regardless of his mood he gives me a warm hug lifting me easily off the floor and I swoon in his grasp.We could. And the rest, as they say, was history. This was truly fascinating stuff. The archives chronicled the journey of Vina Patil Singh, Chandra’s mother, from the Republic of India to the United States, Canada and finally the Caribbean, where she fell in love with a brilliant Haitian student and got married. The archives also chronicled the family’s big move from Haiti to America and its impact on them. Rifling through the photos, diaries and videos of the family, I found myself moved. I was. "Beautiful," the sergeant exclaimed."Can we go now?" Lynnie exclaimed.Anton had a job to stop laughing as Lynnie looked like some strange albino pixie with no hair."You need dog tags," the sergeant explained, "Five dollars each," Pay the man Anton," Pablo suggested and the sergeant produced a stamping machine and stamped out two aluminium discs with the girls registered numbers on."So where do we put there?" Lynnie asked."On a ring," the policewoman explained, "Out of the way." Where?" Lynnie.