I hated him, not just because he purchased the rightsto be my husband, but because he was directly responsible for myfeminization. I hid my true feeli...gs as I repeated after the preacherin my most feminine voice "I, Christina Angela Johnson, promise tolove, to honor, to cherish, to obey, to serve and to satisfy FrankArnold Peters in good times and bad, for richer or poorer till deathdo us part." My family and friends heard those shameful words come outof my mouth and smiled.Frank's booming. All this time, I was scooping up pancakes, flipping some, and putting the finished ones on three trays.The girls began setting the tables with plates, flatware, and glasses, pouring milk and juice and hauling out the eggs, sausage, and bacon. The oven dinged for the last time, and I pulled the biscuits out and divided them into the three baskets. I scooped up the last of six dozen pancakes onto the three trays, and they were immediately whisked out to the patio. Glenda poured the sausage gravy. And the slips were all of these lightbeautiful pastel colors, by sight alone you are drawn in by thepleasure. I chose a baby blue slip to sleep in that night, and to be 15years old and you are sleeping in your own bed in a soft slip is trulyan incredible experience. And that night I must have slept 11 hours,that's how good it feels to sleep in a soft slip for the first time. Andwhile I was sleeping thoughts of further feminization were in my dreams,in one dream I saw myself sitting at the. When Sylvia answered I asked, "Would you be willing to let me watch tonight's program on the big screen if I spent a little time before hand licking your pussy?" I heard her squeal, "Sugar, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl. We will have to be in our seats by six to catch the first show."That night I was in place and watched Tony fuck Leslie three times. I spent some quality time with Sylvia, but left long before Tony and Leslie finished. If I'd have waited until Tony and Leslie finished I.