“I shall take the name Olivia,” my wife announced as she admired herself in the colour tunic and delicate sandals.“Come Olivia, put on your ring... and we will have our wedding breakfast.” I commanded.For a moment she looked at me with anger and fear as she remembered snatching the rings from the table so many days before. But the compassion in my eyes made her relax and she slide the gold onto her fingers.We sat at a tavern a short walk from our dwelling, her short hair suggested a slave, but. She was aware of everything. She never felt more alive.Hermione’s bottom quivered with tension. Air burbled in the form of waves of cramps of apprehension ricocheted through her tummy. Every breath was deep and loud in the office.“Really, I’m gonna take a caning!” Hermione screamed to her conscience.How could she have dared to ask to be caned?“Bend Over the desk, Hermione; this will definitely burn your arse.” Sydney promised.Hermione soon would gain a healthy respect for the cane.I will. Suddenly Bobbie recognized the tune and her mystery was solved. "My God!" she exclaimed. "You're ... you're Kris Bradley!" Sure am," Kris replied casually. "But what's news about that?" But ... I mean ... You're ... You're Kris Bradley, the singer!"Kris looked at her sharply and said, "That and a buck-and-a-half will get you on the subway! Big fucking deal!" But, I mean ... You're famous!" Bobbie insisted."And Andy Warhol said everyone will be famous for two minutes. Those were my two minutes,". TheDoctor was right it didn't hurt anymore. As the days and weeks went by Ilearnt to put aside my shame at becoming a she-male and thoroughly enjoyBetty pumping away hard in my anus for it was the only way that I couldget any sexual relief. At first, wearing the device felt weird anduncomfortable. It forced me to walk with a wiggle, swinging my butt fromside to side just like a woman. This wasn't acting anymore. Betty nowhad total control over me. I had truly become her plaything. She waseither.