” Whack! Whack! Whack! Tears are running down my face now and I cannot control the whimpering sounds in my throat. Whack! Whack! Whack! I’m crying...uncontrollably now most likely angering you even more. “Get up fully on the bed slave…NOW!” I quickly scramble on the bed quivering and crying. “Lay on your belly…NOW!” I roll over not knowing what will come next and not wanting to anger you. You crawl up behind me on the bed and I hear you fumbling with something and am curious but dare not look to. I moved back down to the pool to watch. I had just settled into my spot. ‘I know you are there.’ she said in perfect English, not turning to look. I simply stepped out of the bushes. ‘Yes, I am here.’ She turned and looked at me and smiled, completely unashamed of her nudity. ‘I see why you are so hard to spot.’ she smiled. ‘Why didn’t you give me away the other day?’ ‘They are not my friends, they force me.’ ‘Oh.’ I thought I understood. ‘You can hide me, yes?’ She gave me that dazzling smile. Nearly three months had passed since I'd emerged from my gendered prison; twelve agonising weeks locked in a boy's rancid body, counting off the empty, interminable days. Well, all that was finished now. Literally.Although I didn't know it at the time, this was the very last hour I'd spend on Earth as Ben Woodridge. 3Stepping through the mirror door was like entering a world of whispering velvet shadows. The Walk-In was my portal to another realm, a place of enchantment and silken magic, a. There is a bottleneck at the valet parking stand (during which I lightly run my fingernails up and down Kyle’s arm, which I have learned drives him crazy), there is an accident on the interstate (during which I unzip his pants and do a little fondling, which drives him even crazier), and I think the traffic lights are set on timers to trap us, but Kyle is not stopping at any of them…he just pauses to check for cars or cops and then floors it on through. By the time Kyle parks outside his.