I went downstairs to get breakfast.We had a cold tiled floor downstairs and I saw that my slippers had beenreplaced with a pink pair of slippers or a ...air of court shoes with athree inch heel.I chose the pink slippers trying to kid myself that they looked moremasculine than the court shoes. I wondered whether I would end upwearing those heels before or after my first bra.Having lost my job I had felt a sense of being emasculated. I had pridedmyself on being the breadwinner in our relationship. Then I did the same for his other hand. He was now face down on the bed and I again restrained his feet. "Jason, you have been a very naughty boy. Keeping secrets from your wife is a terrible thing. I am afraid that you need to be chastised." Removing my new whip from its box, I showed it to Jason. I could tell he was scared, having never suspected that his ordinary little wife had a dark side. "Are you still hard, pussy?" I reached under him and, a bit to my surprise, he was as erect as I'd. In an orientation video that we hadwatched with testimonials from other D-alt recipients, we were told thatafter a month or so our memories of our old perceptions of the size ofobjects would fade and everything seemed normal. Right now, everythingseemed really big to me. Debbie guided me down the hall to the lounge bymy hand, which left me to free to look around at everything.As we passed the nurses' station, two of the younger nurse aids came outfrom behind the desk to see me."Oh my God,". Today however I was close to bursting for the toilet. We live out in the countryside so there are no neighbours, so I decided to go around the back of the house and relieve myself there. On my way around the back of the house I phoned my mum to get her to let me in. This is where it gets interesting. I don't know why I did it but instead of taking down my spandex pants and getting my cock out I just stood there and let go right where I was standing. The warm, golden pee came slowly trickling.