It had probably fallen during the spring floods, as it was still solid and there were some greens at the top of the big tree; it seemed as though the ...ree tried to negate its death by forcing out some green leaves even after falling down.I kept looking at Cajsa and waited for her to collect her thoughts. Finally, she sighed deeply and turned to me.“Stian, you certainly remember when I told you that we all are volunteers, right?”“Yes, Cajsa, I do. However, even back then, I was sure that there. ”Too embarrassed to object or ask why, I complied.Once again very conscious of the opening at theback of the gown, I knelt at the edge of the table.“Bend over, knees apart, head and shoulders on thetable, please.”“Oh God, what now?” I thought, but did as I wastold, with my ass way up high, the front of theshort gown hanging almost to my knees. I worriedhow exposed my rear was. I was sure the gown wasopen back there.I felt fingers on my back, then realized she. When I did, I finally knew real freedom. What freedom, you ask? I felt freedom from responsibility, from the need to worry about consequences or guilt of my dark desires. I can't remember a time when I did not desire him, for him to possess me, to own me. I have always been his. He has always been mine. O dear reader, have you guessed my dark secrets yet, the taboo of which I speak?I picture him in my mind as he is now, some 10 years later, instead of when we was young and not so innocent. Are. I was then prompted to shed my robe. I pulled back the hood, revealingmy golden brown hair, which had been allowed to grow out and now coveredmy ears. I then opened the robe, shrugged it off and handed it to mymother. I was wearing a white dress underneath. I had shot up an inchor so during the first phase of my change, stretching out and acquiringa willowy appearance. The dress accentuated this. The short andslightly puffed sleeves showed slender arms that were void of muscletone. The.