Curious, I ran my fingers over her skin as she began to cry but other than the reddening flesh, felt no welts or raising. I lifted the paddle again a...d she thrashed, making it harder to aim, but I managed. I don’t think I hit has hard on my second swing, but May’s fresh cry of agony filled the darkened arcade. She was sobbing now, long drawn out wails as I ran my hand over her bottom, trying to help the sting disappear. I could feel the heat though. As I raised my paddle a third time. "We walked towards the carpark, but something caught my eye in a shop window."What?" Ann asked.I pointed at a sign. It said portraits were half price."Let's get one. To remember today," I suggested.Ann was all for it, and luckily the photographer wasn't busy. We had several shots together and then Giles, the photographer, asked if I would like one of Ann by herself.Giles took far more shots of Ann than he did both of us."The camera loves you," Giles told Ann.He showed us some shots he had. She remained sitting and completely exposed, as he had not given her instructions to cover herself. He smiled to himself with satisfaction at the success of her training so far.He slipped his hand in his pocket so naturally that she barely noticed it, and she certainly made no connection between that action and the next extremely surprising event."Eeek!" she cried out. The object embedded in her sex had begun to vibrate just like her favorite phallus-shaped toy that he allowed her to play with. "Thank you for making me a girl."(Years later, a wonderful Jewish girl who was my dearest friend toldme that every orthodox Jewish man thanked God every day for havingbeen born a man instead of a woman. I said, "You'd never havecaught *me* saying that!")I chose a light blue blouse and a plain denim skirt. I thought Momwould be pleased that I had selected matching colors and that I hadnot picked anything too dressy for day wear.I put on a pair of ankle socks and the shoes. Then I looked.