Tanya was the thinker in our group, she suggested we move as far away aspossible and change our identities. Since I was a shrimp, standing gustbarely ...five feet three inches tall I could easily pass as a teen ager, andwhat better teenager than a girl. But first we needed a bit of minorsurgery.I had breast implants and while under the knife was hypnotized andimplanted with a false identity and biography, I also had some minorsurgery to make my face more feminine; all during my relationship with. How he was all I thought about every hour of every day and what a torment it was not to spend every moment in his company. How I’d give anything to be with him and how empty and meaningless my life would be without him.He didn’t bat an eyelid. Just as bold as you please, he asked if I’d had sex yet. The question felt like a slap in the face. I told him I’d been saving myself for him. A bit over the top, I know, but I’d had enough. I had spent the better part of a year trying to get his. He was confused, frightened and scared. He felt so strange as hewobbled on the unaccustomed high heels, the straps of his bra cuttinginto his chest and shoulders, the tightness at his groin and thefluttering of his skirts around his thighs. For now he had to do whathis step-mother demanded of him and just could not think of anyalternatives. He pinched himself hoping to wake up from a horriblenightmare but felt only the pain. He was down the stairs before he realized what was happening. As. Eventually my voice returned. “Who are they, the two ‘clients’?” I asked. “They’re two old friends from when Steve and I lived in London,” Carmen replied. “They’re part of the Islington swinging set and I’ve known both their wives for ages. Steve and I never really swapped – you know what we’re into better than most – but we kept in touch after we moved up North.” “Are they keen?” Carmen looked at me as if I’d just asked the world’s most stupid question. She replied in a slow.