" she started. My heart sank, she's breaking up with me I thought. "It's not easy to say this," she continued "and, well... but it is something I have...to say over the phone."There was a long silence. I couldn't talk. "I really like you," she said. "I mean, love you and well... you need to know that I am..." she paused for a long, long time again. "I'm a man, a transvestite. I am sorry." She hung up. This was one of those moments where I was in suspended animation. The world continued its. Her sober mind knew this was her most dreaded painful punishment. But her drunk mind was having to much fun flirting with every guy she met and enjoying her Master’s growingly more frequent and harsher spankings in the club’s coat closet and private washroom.“So you naughty little cunt, You remember why you are getting this punishment?” he asked.At one point she vaguely remembered offering to suck her Master’s best friend, Jason’s cock, if he would buy her another drink. Her Master’s reaction. When we arrived to the patio she was sitting with a dog to either side of her, both with their heads resting on her thighs.She had a pitcher of lemonade on the table and two extra glasses. We sat down with her and watched her. She gave us furtive looks and a blush was starting in her face as she looked down at the dogs she was petting and then at us. She didn’t say anything but her blush grew steadily. I finally took pity on her, “We saw you on the rise. It’s okay. We said it was.”“I didn’t. There I go again. I'm just a damned bleeding heart. He swore at himself softly and bitterly.She blinked in confusion. "What do I want...what to say?" He rolled his eyes. "Kanji letters are whole words or phrases in Japanese. What do you want your Japanese word to say?" "Do you have one for 'beautiful'?" She blushed furiously and turned sharply away from his gaze. "I want to be 'beautiful'." Catching her image in a mirror, she glanced quickly away from the reflection. Her eyes were suspiciously.