My now I heard that a small group had gathered outside Z's office door. I was bent over the desk with a very pink ass facing the door."Mr. Z, I think ...you should use the ruler on her so she feels it the rest of the day and if you get the purse I think you will like what she had BETTER (SMACK!) have brought with her" To my horror, Z practically skipped to the door and opened it, revealing the humiliating spectacle of me, bent over, held in place in the small of my back by my Master. Z was back. You were born Vincent Hampton. You are the son of Victor Hamptonand Paula Hampton.? Michael saw the look of distaste on Vanessa?s facewhen he mentioned his mother?s name. He continued. ?For some reason,your father divorced Paula and married Nicole Roberts. She is nowNicole Hampton. Your transition occurred a few months after theymarried. You were twenty three when you began a transition to be awoman. A doctor diagnosed you with Gender Dysphoria. Six months afteryou started your feminine. He made not one snide remark, instead he simply pointed me through the door. I was too shy to even utter a thank you to him. I felt rude but relieved at the same time as I made my way inside the doors of SYDERS. Inside I made my way discreetly to the bar to order a drink."What will it be tonight my dear?" the bar lady asked in a very friendly way indeed."Bloody Mary please." I asked, handing my cash over the bar.On the stool next to me there was an elderly gentleman who was doing everything. It was basically playing doctor. Problem is he was more concerned with wounds in and around my crotch. I remember one of the wounds was a head wound. As his hand went towards my crotch again, I stated in a somewhat louder voice the wound was on my other head. He busted out laughing and that was pretty much the end of the game. My next journey was in high school with a friend named Ronnie. Again it was a camping trip. On a previous outing we somehow got on the subject of sex. And or.