"What now?" I asked."We have to leave," she said. "But don't forget your things, like theskirts you brought in." Of course. But I'll need a bag to put...them in," I said as I headed tothe fitting room.I went to the fitting room, but rather than go and look for my clothes, Iwent to the mirror. I totally stripped off and stood in front of themirror naked. I wondered if removing the clothes would have a reverseeffect and make me a man again. But I stood in front of the mirror andnothing changed. I. We talked for a bit and I set up a photo session for Saturday and, again, I got invited to lunch first.So, on Saturday, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki shorts, no briefs, I took my camera and two portable lights to her first floor apartment and rang the bell.When Ivy opened the door, she looked really nice; obviously she had taken time to prepare for being photographed. She had on a frilly scoop-necked blouse and a flowered, knee-length skirt."Come in, Alan, lunch is ready, put your things. "I will be going away next spring, and as things are now, you will forever think I am a sexually repressed wimp, and I will believe you have turned into a hateful bitch." When she made as if to speak, he cut her off quickly, and unmistakable tears began to form."Now, I am going to demonstrate to you just how wrong you are about me," he told her, "and give you a chance to persuade me that I am wrong about you." How... ?" she started to ask."Don't!" he ordered. "I am going to do it by doing some. The slaps continued for a very long time, as the criminal's bottom changed color from light pink to deep pink.Anyia ran upstairs and grabbed a camera. To the young man's horror she began taking pictures of the spanking. When he turned his head away from the photographer, both girls sharply admonished him to keep his face visible to the camera. Once again, the girls' photo session proved far more embarrassing then the video-tapings made of the criminal's judicial switchings. To be forced across.