“Tell me what you need, sissy.”I knew what he meant. He was probably right, I just didn’t feel like going through it. He waited for me though, l...etting the silence hang over my psyche.I turned to fully face him, setting the box down and putting my hands together politely in front of my apron. I kept my head lowered as I spoke.“Please Sir if I could bother you for a quick whipping Sir, it would…i think Sir it would help me accept my new place.”We had discussed this kind of possibility, and as I. Me: You do know that was pretty kinky?GS: Yeah, but so what? It's only make believe.Me: True. Well good night Girl Scout and you get a merit badge.GS: I'm pretty sure he enjoyed you more, so take the merit badge yourself. Good night.I slept the sleep that only comes after an orgasm. When I awoke before sunup, I got on the bike and rode to the factory. Again the parking lot was empty. So there was only one shift, not three as the request for the grant promised. There appeared to be twenty-five. Jeanie taught me all about differentkinds of hair. Dry hair, oily hair, straight hair, curly hair. She wasmerciless when it came to me taking care of my hair and generalappearance. She had me learning different ways I could wear my hair. I had topractice putting my hair in a high ponytail first and then she moved onto using barrettes at the sides, a large hair clip in the back down lowand then a medium hairclip at the back with just the hair from the sidesof my head in it and the rest down over. After the appointment, my fantasy started to hit me again.On Friday I work half a day. I get through the afternoon with a newspaper and a pot of tea. I dream away with a mechanic. The doorbell roughly gets me out of my fantasy. I am already at an advanced stage with the dreamed technician. I displace the thought that it will really happen. Usually they are straight men who would never be at the top of my list. Through the intercom I ask, as if I don't already know, who there is. After all, I.