"Looking at the papers he explained, "Well yes he is my brother in thelodge. I explained that you were in a bad spot and since you were beingsedated ...ost-surgery you could not appear. I told him that if you had tobegin the process after it would cause irreparable harm to your mentalstate. As a superior court judge he has the legal authority to makedeclarations without the undersigned actually signing." Even the gender change?" I asked incredulously."Yes, that is not difficult just an order. . " Sorry we had to meet like this sexy,"she says in her remorseful voice.She explained to me as we sat drinking about her man having this as his fantasy. Picking up some chick at the bar and bringing her home to ravage. Oh lucky me to be the victim. I could hear water running from the next room. I guess he was trying to refresh himself from the fuck. "Are you ready for round two Bitch!" he commands. "I think she's ready babe,she just had a drink." she responds. Oh I guess this bitch must have. “First things first,” he said in a veryserious tone while his arms were folded. I had no ideawhat he was talking about. “Take off my belt,” hesternly commanded me. “Yes, Master,” I told him as Igot up and obeyed him without hesitation. He then tookoff my T shirt and jeans but left on my thong. At thatpoint, speaking in the same tone, he said “Get down onall fours and stick your ass up in the air.” I did so.He then spoke to me as harshly as he ever. Tracey chose a plain white bra that would not show through the sweater. Her breasts were so firm and large, padding or push-up was not needed. A pair of black panty hose and some SPIKED 6” heeled STRAPPY SHOES were the finishing touches to her ‘just a little more than business attire.’ Tracey glanced in the mirror as her Mother rang the doorbell. ‘Good,’ she said to herself, ‘I look good enough for ‘Vicky’ to be jealous, but not like I am desperate.’ Tracey’s Mother was excited to have.