I cried. I pleaded. But there was no changing her mind. Infact she got angry with my whining and slapped me. Then she made me wearher blue satin night... and told me to sleep on the floor as punishment.I spent a sleepless light in the cold floor, tossing and turning andstrangely, relishing the soft feel of the nighty.My transformation had begun.Chapter 2The next morning was a Sunday and after I made tea for Rita dressed inthat ultra feminine nighty, she made me use a hair removing cream toclean. “Bring them here Lucy and let me have a look at them.” She said as she sat on the chair.Lucy Cardwell was immediately on her feet and almost skipped to the front of the classroom. Within seconds the young woman was standing at Pauline’s right-hand side, holding the sheet of paper out for her teacher.Miss Manson took it in her small right hand and quickly looked at what the girl had written. It looked correct, so she reached over and placed it on her desk beside her. She placed both hands flat. ”“Desperate dogmatist of the Blue Hand?” Porter said.“Maybe so,” Gilly said, confirming his idea.Porter grinned but there was no mirth behind it. “If that is so, that makes you and I official iconoclasts of the order of the Blue Hand. Congratulations.”“I-cono-what?”“Iconoclast: anti-dogmatists, people who actively oppose the established order of a religion or belief system,” he said.“What is congratulatory about being an iconoclast?” Gilly said with confusion.Porter waved off her question. “I. That particular day, my wife Carol was supposed to be 1700 miles away in Johnson City Texas visiting her mother. She was not supposed to be anywhere close to the downtown Baytown area.It took me several minutes to collect my thoughts, and when I returned to the table where my friends were waiting. They saw the distress I was in. Gary Jenkins, another partner and one of the ‘Raunchy Rangers’ as the four of us were called, asked if I was feeling alright.Jim McKinnay, the last of the partners and.