They stood calm, cool in their crisply pressed uniforms. He could feel the chains chafe against his wrists and ankles; feel the pull of the chain from...his collar to the wall behind him. Erica had walked in, striding in boots. Her outfit of black leather, dark glasses and a peaked cap commanded respect from the helpless George and the guards alike. She had trailed the tip of the whip she carried across his stiff, stubby cock as he wriggled in his chains, She had been advancing towards him as he. The next hour was spent soaking in a very hot bath, with my landline unplugged and my mobile switched off. As usual, I took a book, Terry Pratchett's 'Going Postal', with me, but even his usual brilliance couldn't hold my attention, the recent events would not let my mind wander as it should. When I managed to drag my prune-textured body out of the water, I was still as bewildered as before.I needed to talk to someone, or more likely, at someone. I briefly considered my children, but discounted. I don't even remember what I ate or when I finished it. About all I can remember is being almost unable to take my eyes off of the two small bumps sticking out from the front of my tee shirt and wondering all the while how large they would eventually become. Oh, and of thinking of the emptiness that already existed between my legs. What, I wonder, will having a girl's pussy feel like? What will it be like to wear hose and high heels, a bra... let alone skirts or dresses? And what of long. Well, screw it, I thought. I will go to see a movie by myself. To make matters worse, the lines were long, and when I finally got into the theatre, the light were already low. I looked around, with my coke in my hand and it seemed like there weren't many people watching this movie, so there was enough place for me to sit down. I fumbled around in the dark till I found a seat in the very back row. Luckily it was an end seat, but there was a person sitting in the seat directly beside me. I sat.