Painful knots worsened, and tension beganto accumulate in a crescent along her brow. The beginnings of a headache finally awakening her to her ownsel...-t*****e, Oriana strode to the corner of her small dormitory roomand unrolled a pale green yoga mat. She stepped onto its slightlysticky surface and faced the mirror before her.A mass of dark auburn hair encircled a freckled, strong-boned face, paleand serious. A graceful, lean neck led to wiry shoulders and a gentlyprotruding collar bone. . She had always been a bit of an oddity, a Sub without a permanent Dom and one who set strict limits, but the members tolerated a few such who were then available for whomsoever was in the club on that night to abuse as they wished, within the limits set by the Sub with the use of the safe word. She had always played along when she was between steady relationships and so she was sitting alone at the bar one evening when there was a real row over at the other end.One of the Doms was screaming at. ..weird ...to see you acting all polite."She was right about that, about my language.Thing is, I hadn't talked this way when I was John; I didn't useexpletives at all. Didn't even think them. Part of Papa's 'keepingemotions buried ' program.After my gender change, something shifted in my personality. Maybebeing a woman or hormones had something to do with it, but I wasswearing in English -and Italian- all the time. Everything I'd lockedinside as John, spilled out as Gina; I couldn't stop. His job is a responsible one and her works almost 10 hours daily. My mom is a housewife. My mom is very beautiful and was once a TV actress for a short period. I take to her in looks and look a lot similar. My mom’s figure is 36-32-36.Getting back to the story, I was at the peak of my studies and was very busy having a study schedule so didn’t take proper care of myself. Due to this, I started getting rashes on my body and some were near my vagina.As I was ashamed to tell my mom about the.