“Well, I'm George, Shannon's boyfriend,” a man, about my age, said. He had short, black hair, the kind of haircut you see on a business man. He wa... dressed nicely, gray slacks, buttoned-down white shirt with a gray vest over the shirt. A gray fedora was perched on his head and I almost laughed. He was trying to look smooth and not quite pulling it off. I shook his hand. “You have a great house. Mary never said what you do?” I smiled. “Poker,” I lied. “I'm a gambler.” “Not a bank thief?” George. After he paid for the food, I carried it to the table he was sitting at and knelt directly to his left. People whispering and commenting as they pointed at my humility. A few times, Master threw a few pieces of food on the floor in front of me indicating that I may eat some. At the end, he threw the rest of his noodles on the floor making me eat them with my hands as everybody watched and muttered. I could feel my face burning in embarassment. I was then taken to a shoe store where. The band played mostly romantic songs we had to slow dance to. After a few more drinks, I loosed some and had to cling more to Mike to remain steady on my feet. The heels didn't help. He took that as a good sign and pulled me tighter to him. As the evening progressed, I could feel Mike getting aroused. Resigned to my fate as laid out by my wife, I moved closer to rub against him. He turned my head and gave me a long passionate kiss, and I returned it.Opening my eyes, I saw my wife watching with. I was not looking forward to the mall.As we rode to the mall, my wife seemed to be enjoying herself so much with every little detail of my 'becoming a woman' and seeing me struggle and fight with my transition.We hadn`t spoken for about 20 minutes of the ride, and while we were stopped at a red light she looked over to me and said, "You know Brittany, I`m doing everything possible to ease you into your new persona, and the least you could do is be civil to me."I really could not believe what.