“Ok, for your, uh, -” she turned back to Jess who whispered again. “Impertinence! For your impertinence you will get, um,” - she paused to con...ider before continuing- “five whacks from the paddle. Five should be enough to humble you.”I heard more whispering behind me from Jess. I hoped to God that Jess wasn’t suggesting that I needed more swats.“Oh!” Emma exclaimed. “And you are to thank me after each one.”“Yes, Mistress,” I said quietly.Emma hefted the paddle in her hand, getting a feel for. Reaching out, I tookthe skirt from her hands. That was all it took, the cross look thathad filled her face was gone."Oh Allen, I knew you really cared for me. Just go into the bath andslip this on. I've laid out a few accessories on the vanity to gowith it. And hurry up; we still have dinner to fix."As I headed toward the bathroom, I felt I would regret this later,but I had no choice. That decision had been made by Carrie, and Iwould just have to adjust to it. Inside the bath, I looked at. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had hit most of the tranny stores in Manhattan and even some of them in Brooklyn and Queens in search of heels that would support my weight, tights to fit my thighs, a skirt that was right for my measurements, as well as a wig and makeup for my lips and face. Just enough to have put in an effort without really trying. What was looking back at me was perfect.I wore a wig that somewhat matched the color of my natural hair, a more natural color. At the checkout the elderly sales lady started scanning the items and carefully folding them. “Would you like this in a gift bag?” she asked. I said yes because it seemed to mask the fact that I was buying for myself.As I got back in the truck my heart was beating like a drum beat with excitement and the phone rang. “Hey, you got the supplies?” the boss asked. “Yup, not a problem,” I said.The boss told me to take the truck home to avoid the overtime and head to work with it in the morning. This.