"Do you think I'll truly be accepted as a girl," she asked."I don't think so, I know so," Amanda said. "If no one had ever known youwere a boy once, t...ey wouldn't believe it."She looked around her daughter, inspecting the costume and the makeupjob."You make an amazing Jasmine, although I never knew Jasmine had sandyhair," Amanda said."Well, I thought about a black wig," Nicole said."Oh no, I like your hair just fine," Amanda said."You know, that harem girl costume does give me an idea," Amanda. One of the things that I like about Santa Cruz is that it is, indeed, a very liberal place. The spa I visited is clothing optional, but nobody wears clothes in it and men and women of all ages, sizes, and types use the facilities quietly and respectfully. No children are allowed, ever. There is always quiet, calm, eclectic music playing in the background. It is loud enough to know it is there, but often it is hard to truly hear distinctly. Sometimes a CD as mainstream as Enya is played, but. During this outside conversation, i do not speak. Master talks with her about the activities in which he intends to engage with her, and limits. All seems in order, and she agrees. He arranges to pick her up on Saturday evening. When it is time to pick her up, he tells me to undress. He puts a leash on my collar and W/we get in the car, me nude but for my collar, and I pray a cop does not stop us for anything. We pick her up and bring her back to His house. Inside, in the living room, He. My job, as Maid of Honor, is to provide transport from the airport to my apartment, where he’ll be staying on my pull-out couch for a few days. I don’t mind the inconvenience so much as I do the awkwardness. Liam was never anything but nice to me, but the fifteen-year-old girl inside of me is still nervous to see him after all this time. I pull into the airport parking lot ten minutes early, and am just checking my makeup in the rearview mirror when a tall man approaches my car and taps on the.