So, Idecided to do something about my body. The breast forms had workedrelatively well for years, but frankly, gluing them on and wearing themin show...s was becoming too much of a chore. And they were hot on stage.And it really limited wearing the dresses I really wanted to wear. Iwanted to feel sexy and having to fully cover my chest so you couldn'tsee the breast forms precluded a whole range of clothing options.So, I consulted with my psychologist, Dr. Sara (oh, yeah, she and I weredeep into. She looked puzzled. I caught her hand and pulled her towards me. She resisted a bit and I pulled her with a force. She lost control and there she came crashing on me. I pulled her face close to mine and asked her what happened? She said that she was drunk the last night and all that happened between us was due to the booze effect. She did not want to ditch her husband and it was just in the moment of heat that she could not control herself. I pushed her from over me to my side in jumped on her. The Trainer at the gym wanted to reassess my weight loss progress at my next session... !I'm struck by the strange contrast: I'm trying to be a Dom. Andrew is the sub. I'm nagged by all and sundry at work and by the gym trainer, to do what I'm told. Andrew is ordering the house staff around and hosting this small encounter as if entertaining clients is what he was born to. Maybe he was. There is absolutely no sign of him being "under orders" from Philippa in anything he has done or said so. The final seal of bliss to our marriage was when I discovered I was pregnant to Beverly. She was ecstatic at becoming a father and yet hugely envious of my condition. It was my first real insight into the duality of her transvestism. Each night she would fondle my growing lump and squeeze as close as she dared in an attempt to somehow assimilate my condition to herself by proximity. I never realized just how much she envied women until that time. The final delight was discovering it was.