"Thank you, ma'am," I said with a curtsy. I felt silly wearing myfloaty nightgown and robe when she looked so businesslike."You've had an exciting six...weeks as a female, haven't you?" she said."As the cutest little baby, as a six-year-old girl, a twelve-year-oldtween, an eighteen-year-old teen, a twenty-four-year-old office girland a thirty-year-old mom. You've experienced all the stages of agirl's progress toward womanhood. You've worn the diapers, thepanties, the petticoats, the dresses and. ?you have a choice now girl. I’m going to go to the men’s room in a moment. you can either scurry off and head back to your life and world, or you can wait for Me and see where the night takes you. I can promise you, I’m leaving the club when I get back, with or without you. Stay, or go; explore or hide; the choice is yours girl? I turn and leave, heading to the men’s room. I splash My face with water, calming Myself, bringing Myself down to earth, prepairing Myself for the reality that she. It was, after all, the summer, and Bikini Beach normally drew in a lot of well-deserved crowds.However, Anya was having some difficulty accepting the sheer improbability of the event that was taking place around her...The water park had been nearly empty today.Oh, it hadn't been deserted -- people had been there, and business had taken place, and a moderate flow of hustle and of bustle had occurred. But, compared to the business that they *should* have made on a day like today? Something was. .. Now he barely touches me. He thinks my pussy’s a sacred place – for giving life, not for taking cock ... And I like sex ... I don’t mind admitting it ... We don’t do it that much any more, and when we do it’s pretty boring – missionary position, in bed, with the lights off ... I keep telling him I want more sex, and I want fun sex – but he genuinely thinks God is watching ... I keep saying “we’re married, it’s alright”, but he thinks it’s wrong to have fun ... I’m so frustrated, I’m pretty.