It was just lovely to be so appreciated and wanted. To be honest I was flattered that these young fit guys had found me so sexy and desirable at forty... I wanted to prolong this wonderful sublime moment a little longer before I had to return to my real world and face the music, that would come soon enough I thought. How had I got into this situation? How did I get here? What has happened to me? It is a long story. My life story. Let me go back to the beginning. Right back to my childhood.  . Not like I'd ever seen her before nor expected to ever see her. She was usually quiet and frankly everyone thought she must be a terrible bore. She still wore those nerdy glasses, but here her blouse was open and her tits were shoved out of her tight bra. Her lacy panties were crumbled up on top of the toilet, next to her security tag. She had one leg up against the toilet paper dispenser, and the other knee against the wall of the stall.I was still admiring her remarkable tits, when I realised. Imprinted in the leather was the word “SLUT”, mirror imaged. When it struck the skin, it would leave the word momentarily etched into my (or, occasionally, Jess’) ass cheek.“I love it!” Emma said, admiring it.“Thank you, Mistress. It gets the job done, I assure you,” Jess said.Emma had started out all gung-ho, but then she didn’t know how to proceed with actually paddling me (or anyone else for that matter.) Jess saw her uncertainty and leaned over to whisper in to her ear. Emma listened. It was when I went to see thespecialist. I was old enough to realise that the medical he gave me andthe urine and blood samples and the questions he asked weren't normal forsomebody who just had a headache sometimes or a slight fever."Then mum and dad came in and that's when he told me he was of theopinion that I was transgendered and then spent a half hour explainingexactly what that meant and as he talked I kept looking at mum and dadbut they just smiled at me. When he finished he told me I.