"Girls," I started, "I'm giving you a choice. You're going to receive thirty strokes of the cane each or you can agree to be my playthings, for my amu...ement, for the next hour. It's your choice." Carla piped up immediately, "We'll take the Cane, Miss," She said, looking away dismissively. Amanda just turned her head forward in silence, waiting for the inevitable. Quietly furious at Carla's obvious lack of respect, I started on her. I lashed at her backside with the cane and struck her sharply. I could only think about it in a negative way and I wondered if he was into some kind of sex cult. I finally found the old sheets he had been talking about and I quietly made my way back upstairs. Later that evening I told Ann what I had discovered. She thought I had been mistaken and I said to her, “I think he is involve with some kind of sex cult.” “Are you crazy?” Ann laughed out. “I am serious Ann. Why would he need those kind of things and explain to me why his basement was set up with. Well it didkeep me out of trouble, and mum would borrow items I owned occasionally.The night before I had done my pre-dressing ritual of removing allunnecessary hair and my chest, arms, underarms and legs were hair free.But to be sure I had a shower, a very close shave and checked for anystray hairs. Thankfully I was 'hair free'. So I set to work transformingmyself from Michael to Maria with the knowledge I had plenty of time. Andwith the knowledge that my mother Christina would check me over. I started to realize pretty quickly after he left after the procedure, I was still pissed at him. It wasn’t a deal breaker now, but I was still hurt by what he did. We’ve been moving on, communicating more, opening up to each other more. It’s been good and we’ve been growing and growing together. Why does growth have to be so painful? Funny thing, I actually and honestly trusted him more now. The relationship was different. It was better, more grown-up, more mature. Closer. Also, he was not.