It wasn’t my feminine side that was outraged by this blatant exploitation of another person’s feelings. Personally, I didn’t give a shit about A...y, and if she wanted to be a doormat for Liam, it didn’t matter to me. I just didn’t want to watch it happen. It made me uncomfortable. It was a little too familiar. See, there had been a time when I had been like Amy. Of course, my object of worship had been a woman, well, girl really. And she’d never referred to me as her slave. No, she would never. Extended sales trips and family life would not be verycompatible. On a trip to Chicago, a month or so after my move, I found myself in myold neighborhood, the first time for over a year. My stomach thumping,I walked around, noting the subtle changes. My path led me past my oldapartment, and I shivered when I remembered those terrible first daysafter my change. Round the block was the pub where I used to meet mybuddies. I had finished my business for the day, so on a whim, I wentin and ordered. I walked back to the bar and Gretchen smiled at me. I sat back down and we talked some more.“Do you want to go upstairs now?” Gretchen asked excitedly."I thought you'd never ask." Gretchen paid the bill and we walked together to the elevator. We just smiled at each other. We got off the elevator and walked together to the room. She opened the door and we walked in. Gretchen had bought a suite for the evening. It was gorgeous and very spacious. My mind was a bit foggy, but my body was. Boo would wear a garter belt, stockings and heels, and some small thing to cover, but allow me to see her tits. I think it was the word ‘tit’ that got me the elbow to the side. “He doesn’t need to know that!” came with the swat. Oh, and John she wears no panties either, I added. Ouch! Another elbow hit. I figured as long as I was going to get hit anyway, I may as well make it good. “Tell him what you wear dear. You tell him about me being almost naked. Tell him what you wear.” Well John, I.