"I'm not goingto tie you up and whip you, if that's what you're thinking. But I'mgoing to feminize you. And you're going to let me do it. And if yo...ufeel like a damned fool, as you so sweetly put it Thursday night...well, that's going to be just too fucking bad. You'll be feeling likea damned fool for sixteen days." But...why?" I don't know why I asked. I knew."Roger, Hon, this is going to be kill-or-cure. By the time I'm donewith you, you're either going to love being dressed like a. Smoke chicken with Fried Rice and sliced eggs. My stomach growled. I looked down when Mom gave me a reproachful look. I looked up only when a plate was literally thrown at my face. Nah, I was kidding, Mom can’t be that cruel right? But the stuff on my plate proved otherwise. ‘What? Why?’ I whined before her. She slitted her eyes and the fork at her hand slowly pointed towards me. I looked at the sharp points, looking as if drooling over my delicious neck, then at her face and resented any. I refuse to ever let a beer gut set in. And an added bonus is the women lose their mind when I am in my one piece cycling outfit. I am finally home. I paddle to my garage then park my bike. I use my forearm to wipe away sweat. It barely has an effect but at least it will help to keep salty sweat out of my eyes. I immediately locate my post workout drink that awaits. I keep it tucked away safety flush against the house next to the garage door. As I thumb the shake container open I absorb the. She was bitter and lonely; not unlike the old fart that had slammed the door in her face earlier that day. Yet unlike Harry, she had never learned to forgive and forget; rather embracing the concept of sweet revenge. As she sat through her afternoon classes, she began to fantasize about exacting revenge with such intensity that her daydreams soon became plans.It became apparent to the young girl somewhat early in life, that her counterparts frail egos were centered, with very few exceptions,.