Nice comments, like compliments, but I knew they were telling me that they noticed the change.By the third week I was appalled at what Sarina laid out... for me to wear. There on the door was a pair of black palazzo pants, so wide that when I put them on it looked like I had a long skirt if my legs were kept together. A matching black mock turtleneck with 3/4 sleeves. The sleeves had these huge cuffs, which only a female shirt would have. I had a pair of black pantyhose to put on and black patent. "Yeah, most of those 'transsexuals' are just gay guys who put on a dress to get some action. Real transsexuals like Chantal or myself are actually women, at least emotionally. Somehow the gender in our head doesn't match the gender of our bodies." So, do you want to have a sex change then?" Myself, I don't. I am happy with the person I am right now. I have an excellent job, I look fabulous and I have friends and family who love and support me. I feel like a woman, but my penis is a part of me.. ‘So little time…’ he thought to himself. Darkness settled into his heart…so much courage would be required of him, and he knew not if he had it. With another glance at the darkening sky, he sped off into the deepening gloom. As he raced along he noticed the lack of light in the street. ‘It’s well past twilight…why aren’t the streetlamps on yet?’ He spared only the thought as he rushed to his destination…perhaps his final one. While he had never actually been to the church, he knew all too well. As we huddled together sitting on the leather sofa making out as the movie was playing we could not be more interested in it. As Jill looked into my eyes. She said “I have had the best sex, when we are together. If you are looking for booty call? I am your woman.” “I like that proposition” I said. “OK, that can be easy arranged” as she winked her eye. Then I asked Jill what is your sexual fantasy. Quickly she answered “I would like to take total control of a man. To be a Mistress of a slave is.