However,if this is truly what you want, it's worth all of that and morebesides to feel happiness and joy to a degree that you never believedpossible."...nd with that, the conversation moved to other things for the rest ofthe evening.As he lay in bed that night, Joe found it difficult to sleep. On theone hand, everything was starting to fall into place and he wasstarting to see that there could be a better future for him; on theother hand, he knew that transition wouldn't be easy and, as Juliehad. .I adored the way they looked and smelled. I loved theirmannerisms. I loved the way they dressed - especially stockings andhigh-heeled shoes. I enjoyed their warm, caring supportiveness ratherthan the briskness of men and the boisterous bullying of most boys myown age.That first clandestine experience of dressing in womens' was repeatedhundreds of times in my childhood and adolescence. I loved stockings andlater pantyhose the most - sometimes even wearing them under my pants toschool, and at. There was a popular course nearby so they probably had.I watched them discreetly as Inga placed her hands on the table and returned to her seat. It was obvious from their faces that they were getting a good view and that they were enjoying it.I glanced around and saw several others straining to see just how much of my new slave had just been exposed but the four golfers had the best view.I turned my attention back to Inga and saw that she was very embarrassed, and very excited. I smiled and. Graydon’s eyes rolled behind closed lids, his head nodded, following the rhythm of his soft chant.Adams stared at them, not believing what he was seeing.What IS this shit! he mentally protested, confused. Mumbo-jumbo? They’re laying some kind of weird INDIAN shit on me? Hell, I can sit here all day. I might even get a laugh out of this show. Are these jokers for real?Over time, five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter hour. Graydon’s chant grew louder, faster, shifting from guttural, throbbing.