Her virginal white bottom clenched and unclenched in front of him as her tapped it with his cane. The other girls who had all been caned or strapped o...r slippered at some time and had seen each other go through the ritual, but had never seen this happen to Angela waited with baited breath, for the caning to begin.WHACK! The first stroke wasn’t very hard by senior school standards, but it made Angela’s ample bottom dimple and shake like jelly. She kicked up her legs and shrieked out involuntarily. ??Oh, don?t be foolish. Imagine what would happen if she got into anaccident or was pulled over looking like that and having a licensestating that she was a male. Until she?s done with maternity dresses,our little mommy here is not driving herself anywhere.?***At three fifty five, Gerry put Mila into the car-seat style carrier andand gathered all of his bags together, putting everything he could fitinto the diaper bag. It had been agreed that the other women would taketurns covering the. I listened to the eulogy. I cried for the loss of a friend. The picture placed on an easel was that of a middle-aged man, in a conservative suit. The service was for one Leonard Andrew Samuel. It was a sad irony that it was not who they buried.To me, she was Laura. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know. I quickly dressed and went downstairs. At the door was my neighbour's wife. My neighbour was a well to do doctor but was in his fifties and had married his young receptionist, Stephanie,late in life. Stephanie had dark hair and blue piercing eyes. She was pretty but wasn't aware how pretty she was. "Hi Jim" she said "Sorry to bother you but Lionel is at work and I've got a flat - are you any good at changing tyres?" There goes a lazy Sunday morning I thought but heh I was a sucker for a.