Maybe this was part ofthe payment for the change? Rita picked up her bag and checked her ID. Shewas once again Rita Hampton. Before she left she scann...d the room to see ifshe had forgotten anything. There was a neat stack of male clothing in thebox. She picked up the shirt and vaguely recognized it. It looked like oneshe had bought for Vic. She put the shirt back in the box with the others.Rita looked at the box and wondered how many had been changed.She found Vicky coming out of the garage. Everyone else said she was a dyke, but she always smiled for me, and, so-what if she held hands with girls as she walked around school. To me, she was perfect.I let the memory go even as the current turned me towards the shore and I figured it was a sign to go back in. As I looked back at the beach I noticed a Mercedes minivan was pulled up by the picnic area so I assumed I’d see another late season surfer paddle out as I was going in. I paddled back but saw no one around and figured it must. Someone yelled “Sow us your pussy, Kitty”Another responded “Show us your kitty, Pussy” the crowd roared. The master was having a great time. This girl, the polar opposite of Naidu was assuming a similar position of primacy, albeit untried. The entire room was rapt, with the exception of Big Red who seethed. Her demeanour was not lost on the master and her fate was sealed.Vanessa had now stopped dancing and was strutting around the perimeter of the stage from left to right, the audience was. I could not help but smile to myself and slowlybent up, lifting out the steak from the oven and put it on the plates.Turned like a model does and played along in the role-play he had setme up in. He wanted a stereo typical sweet little wify and I waswilling to give it to him."Hello my darling!" I said smiling as sweet as I could, brushed myhands against the apron and walked with small delicate steps over tohim as I felt the hem of my dress swish so nicely against my nylon cladlegs.I gently.