And more than that, I nowsaw myself as a woman - not a crossdressed man.And could there be anything more feminine than a bridal outfit? I tookone last...look in the mirror and then with a sigh reached around behind mefor the zip (all those yoga classes had done wonders for my flexibility).Soon enough I had slipped out of the dress, which I carefully hung up inthe wardrobe.Tugging the pins out of my hair, which had been tied up in an elaboratebob, I shook out my long black tresses, which tumbled. Everything was good but she was arrogant. Usually women are arrogant so we moved on with it. There was no other problem. 6 months went on. One day in September maybe 15th whiles me and my Sister-in-law (sil) is traveling in BMTC bus. I couldn’t get a seat to sit but she got a seat in the front (ladies seat). Near corporation circle the bus was almost empty and I sit behind hers.I noticed that she is deleting the call logs from her phone named Raju. Raju was a guy who was teaching SAP to her. I should report you to the S.P.C.A."Pink and Yellow were both a little shocked at the big ladies vehemence and had reared back on their big tails with their eyes wide and their mouths open. The worrisome thing was the thin curl of smoke rising from our Yellow dragon's nostrils.Fun acted quickly and picked up Flower and stood back so the lady could come into the store. As soon as she passed the four of us quickly left."We need some food for us and these guys," Fun said. "You stay out here with. Not six of the best but two or three strokes of the cane…well, there was one time when I could get off a Saturday afternoon detention and get my free time back when I took nine stokes.”“So you had the choice of an hour in detention or a sore bottom?”Jo looked at the wall to the side of Suzie’s pretty face.“Yes…well in fact detentions were 90 minutes but Saturday afternoon detentions were three hours so wouldn’t you take six of the best instead?”Suzie pondered this for a moment. “I never had the.