It’s my fault, it has nothing to do with you. I’m certain now that I married you for all the wrong reasons.’ His face contorted with anger and h...s hands rolled into fists, the knuckles white. ‘How could you do this to me?’ he said, his voice rising. ‘When were you planning on telling me? Were you just going to make more and more business trips, then come home and play the bitch queen until you left again? When did you realize you’d made a mistake in marrying me? Certainly not when we bought our. ..On board Reminder, the anticyclone that had been giving them fine weather and light winds to help them on the way, was retreating before a depression, the wind veering and increasing towards the north-west. Tom spoke to his passengers; explaining that they could sail and he was happy to do so, but it would involve quite a lot of tacking. Alternatively, they could motor which would be a lot more leisurely and would enable him to take the ship closer to places they wanted to see in safety.. Rob, Tom and I were soon chatting away as if we had known each other for a long time. Kate wandered off to chat to some other people while we were talking about the latest ball games and other boring stuff these type conversations are made of. We must have talked for about an hour when Rob was called away by his wife, I then looked around to see if I could find Kate I suddenly remembered Kate’s appointment with Santa at 10 o'clock. Checking my watch I saw that it was 10 minutes past 10. I. Witha silk violet camisole, and a weird dizziness thatlater I understood was from the medicines thatthey used on me for the last two weeks.I saw my self on the mirror but I didn't recognizethe girl that looked back at me. Slowly I lifted thehem of my camisole to see that my pink panties didn'tcontain my small penis.I took them off to see that I had now a mound of skin,divided by a slit, making me the perfect girl.The door swung open and my Dad came into the room witha black and white maid.