My nails were painteddark red. Long brown hair hung about my shoulders.This wasn't me. I had become another person. I'd changed places somehowwith tha...t horrible girl from the foyer and they'd thrown me in a cellwhen all I came in to do was report a stolen handbag.They had dragged me into an antechamber in the forbidden area beyondthe locked doors and searched me. They were rude and abusive. Theytreated me as though I was some kind of criminal. I couldn't keep trackof everything they said. I. Again and again I hit her with the belt, waiting between each stroke to admire the effects. I worked my way lower until I was hitting her upper thighs. After 25 strokes my arm was getting tired, so I paused longer to admire my handiwork. And to bask in the exposed view I was given.As I looked at her, I just had to touch her. So I started lightly running my finger along the darkest of the red marks. As I did this I noticed that her lips were swollen and glistening with dampness. As I stared at. "No," I responded, having quite forgotten the breast replacement. I hadobviously become used to the extra weight.=#=Back at the house, I changed out of my school dress and blouse and hungthem up ready for the following week. As I stood there looking at myfeminine form in the mirror, it seemed hard to remember what it was liketo be a boy, and it seemed only natural to reach for the evening uniformblouse and skirt. As I did the blouse up the 'wrong' way, I realised thatI hadn't even had to think. But first I looked at the directory beside the phone in my room.There was a LandRover dealer here in Port Macquarie! My pamphlet read: “When a vehicle is operated in extremely arduous conditions, a dusty, wet or muddy terrain, more frequent attention must be paid to servicing requirements.”I phoned the “Service” number. Could I bring the vehicle now and leave it overnight? Of course. I was but a few minutes away along Hastings River Drive. No right turn! I drove left to a roundabout and then to.