Where I walk, you will crawl.’‘Rule 6. If I shut a door between us, you will lay at the threshold and wait for my return.’‘Rule 7. When I am s...ated, you will kneel at my feet.’‘Rule 8. I will control your use of the bathroom.’‘Rule 9. No outside contact. If anyone calls for you, I will take a message. You can return their calls tomorrow.’‘Rule 10. I can hand you out to anyone I choose.’He feels her tense up with this last statement. Nevertheless, her smile broadens with his words. Now his. He imagined that it was asecret formula designed to turn him into a girl.About twenty minutes later Danny climbed out of the tub and wrapped atowel around his waist. He walked into his bedroom to find his mom stillin her underwear, laying his new clothes out on his bed. Besides theblouse and skirt there was a pair if white panties and bra and whitestockings (mom called them tights.) At the foot of the bed was a pair ofshiny black shoes."Where did this stuff come from?" I went to the store while. In less than 40 minutes the last ounce of my masculinity had all but disappeared, the mirror reflecting an image of a completely feminized sissy. I had tied my back my shoulder-length black hair into a loose ponytail, my wig firmly attached to my scalp with a special adhesive. My bright red lips contrasted nicely with my heavily-mascared eye lashes, powdered rosy cheeks and eye shadow, and lightly tinted foundation. From each of my pierced ears hung a miniature silver dildo earring with a. It had been at her christening that we'd met and I'll never forget that moment."I made this, look at her, just look at her, the most beautiful baby in the world, and I fucking made it."The vicar had coughed politely and my uncle John had led him outside for yet another wee dram from his hip flask, while he got his emotions in check. "Never be afraid to cry laddie," he'd said later. "It takes a man to show his emotions."He was showing them now or at least displaying them as his voice cracked.