Everything. You own absolutely nothing. And certainlynot any male clothing or possessions. You are going to be my personalbed slave from now on, an... will serve me and any lovers, male or female,who I choose to take. Your new body and face are going to stay thatway. That make-up and those curves are permanent. If you give me anybacktalk, I may make your tits even bigger. In fact, if you giveAngeles or any of the other ladies here any sass, they can ask me to dothat to you, too. . A lot of us were educators, though I didmention that I'd finished my career and actually gotten a divorce beforeI officially began transition. To the question of when did I know-Iadmitted how jealous of the girls I was back in school, able to weardresses and makeup every day (stereotypical 60s) and would have loved tohave been a cheerleader. I also told the story of that magical summerwith my friend Debbie, and how they'd taught me to do all the towncheers, and would have loved to have been. At times, people in overtaking cars would try to look through the dark sunfilm, but the visibility was very poor from the outside. The only people who must have enjoyed the view would have been truck and bus drivers who were at a height and could look from the other side of the road through the front windscreen.My friends of course wanted another encounter with Niharika, and so did she, although she was hesitant to tell me up front, and I wanted her to initiate the next experience as then she. The Calm After The Storm And A Refreshing Bath.Moments later, Jane had immersed herself in the hot, soapy water, and lay back to relax. The bathwater covering all but her boobs.It could only have been minutes when the door was being knocked and Jane could hear the strained voice of the AA patrol-man. “Mrs. Roberts, Mrs. Roberts, I'm in a bit of a predicament.” Jane shouted from inside the bathroom, “What's the problem?” The patrol-man replied quietly, “I need to use the toilet before I go back.