" Frank released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. His baby was still a virgin. He couldn't have been happier. "Did you enjoy playing with hi... baby?" It was okay daddy, but..." she turned away in embarrassment.Her silence was killing him. "But what baby? You know you can tell me anything." Well it's just that you looked so much bigger than him daddy. Can I see yours? Please?"Frank had never been happier at hearing those words. He had also never been more miserable. Having fantasies. So many of my neighbors and the people I work with have seen me in little or nothing in the past week that I’m just glad to be wearing clothes.Doug smiled when he saw I’m wearing the dog collar he gave me. He said, “You don’t have to keep wearing that if you don’t want to.”I already know how I feel about that. I kissed him and said, “This I do for you. I wear it for you and I’m proud to do it. I didn’t even have to think about it this morning. I wear this because no matter what else happens I. I wasn't dressed as I had beenwhen I went to sleep. I was in torn jeans with bare feet and chest. I wasshorter, though still taller than she was and all my paunch had gone. Thehair on my chest and arms was gone. I didn't have an ounce of fatanywhere, it was all just tight muscle - not like a body builder but likea... like some bad mother-fucker who didn't take no shit from anyone. Myhair was shaved to the skin round the sides and back in a line but thedark hair above it flopped down in longer. Needless to say, everyone was a little tipsy, so what was jest for some, was earnest for others. I was being ordered by this group of men, that I have known for years, to change my top. It 3rd and goal and the team needed 7 points. There was no time to dawdle. Change NOW! was demanded in chorus; the team needed my support.Hello NO!!! I stood eyeball to eyeball with five rapid jersey-clad fans desperate for whatever I could offer to turn the tide in our favor. It was evident to anyone looking.