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W.I.T.C.H. Women's Institute for Training ......... Husbands (Fill in the blank!) Cheating Cross-dressing Chastised Cuckolded Castrated PART III Thinking about it, there are an enormous number of differences between men and women; all types of clothing from hats to shoes, makeup, hair, jewelry, the walk, the curves, the voice, the mannerisms, likes and dislikes of things like shopping and sports. I had enjoyed the clothing for many years but that was pretty much the extent of it. Now I had been ?introduced? (more correctly forced) to accept most of the other things. I now wore women?s clothes exclusively. I always wore makeup and a wig. I had many articles of feminine jewelry, including dangling hoop earrings. I had been taught to walk so that my hips swayed back and forth. With the help of a strict diet, corset and breast forms I also had developed a passable woman?s physique. I had no hair of my own below my sideburns. The only books, magazines and television I had been exposed to for the last 15 months were intended for the fairer sex. I had several feminine tattoos. I had even been heavily pressured to accept the gay lifestyle and sex with my fellow sissies had become the only way I could obtain a release from total chastity. There was all of this and still the threat of exposure as a sissy to everyone I knew back home via emails sent by my wife or Lady L. if I did not cooperate. Yet despite all of this, thoughts of escaping and starting over still plagued me. After all, my hair would grow back, tattoos can be removed and nothing else of a permanent nature except for pierced ears had been done to me... yet!. Several in the group were intent on planning an escape by stealing a boat and taking it somewhere. But where? And how could we steal a boat when they were constantly under guard by the ladies and the men who Lady L. had hired to protect her island domain? There was one small airstrip and plane which was used infrequently by Lady L. or some of her guests but none of us knew how to fly. Any escape attempt would certainly take careful planning. This never had a chance to happen however. Seeing that the group was divided about an escape plan and refusing to wait any longer, Andrew (her new name ?Andrea?), Harry (?Vanessa?) and Frank (?Susan?) hatched a plan on their own to escape. They had waited until Vanessa and Susan were assigned as roommates so no one else would see them leave their rooms. Andrea had always been in a smaller room by herself as there were an odd number of us and Andrea certainly was the odd ?man? out with her previous disruptive behavior. Ignoring the rest of our group, the three left their rooms just before dawn one morning. They met at a predetermined place and raced down to the beach near the dock. While Vanessa and Susan hid behind a beached lifeboat, Andrea began to engage the black male guard in conversation. Something about not being able to sleep and needing fresh air. With his back turned, the guard did not see Vanessa and Susan approach him silently from behind. Vanessa grabbed him around the neck and began choking him while Andrea punched him in the stomach. He soon passed out. Then while Susan began making certain that one of the faster boats was fully fueled, Andrea and Vanessa prepared to cast off the lines holding the boat against the dock. They were not aware that there were always two guards watching the docks overnight. Cathy, our Women?s Studies instructor and my only friend within Lady L.?s band, who had been down the beach a short distance was returning to the docks when she heard the noise. She immediately ran toward the docks and upon realizing what was happening, began blowing a whistle. When she got there the three were still fueling the boat and trying to figure out why the key to start the engine was not where they thought it would be. Andrea jumped off of the boat and ran at Cathy while she was still blowing the whistle. He punched her right in the face and she went down. By now several other of Lady L.?s guards were racing to the docks. As inept as their plan had been, Andrea, Vanessa and Susan were soon grabbed by a small angry mob of island men before they even had a chance to start the boat. They were swiftly taken back to the hotel. Later that same day, Andrea, who was bound and gagged, was loaded on the very same boat she tried to hijack. We watched as they took her out toward the only other nearby island which was barely visible and much smaller than our own. It was too far away for us to see. When the boat returned, Andrea was not on it. The next morning Lady L. gathered the rest of the sissies together in the hotel meeting room. She seemed calm but the tone of her voice left no doubt that she was furious. ?As you may know by now there was an attempt to escape the island by some of your friends early yesterday. During this little escapade, Cathy, one of your instructors suffered a broken jaw and had to be taken off of the island. In addition, one of my male assistants was injured but he will be alright, thankfully. As a result of this you will not be seeing the leader of these three criminals again. I will not discuss her punishment with you. Let me assure you she has been ?dealt with?. The other two are receiving their punishments as I speak. If any of you have similar ideas I would highly recommend that you reconsider. For now guards will be placed outside your rooms and a curfew will be strictly enforced. If I should EVER even suspect something like this happening again you will all be dealt with accordingly.? There was no mistaking the sincerity in her words. She continued to speak. ?As these two will be under the weather for a while, I want the rest of you to go into their room and do all of the cleaning required. Are there any questions?? Instinct told each of us to remain quiet. None of us wanted to be noticed over the others by asking a question. Lady L. left the room without saying another word. While we were being led back to our rooms to change into our regular maids outfits I thought of Cathy. She and I had become good friends and I thought that if I ever needed someone inside the clan of our Mistresses to help me in any way, including an escape attempt, she would be the one. Now even that slim hope was gone. We arrived in pairs outside the room of Vanessa and Susan. The first ones to arrive whispered their guesses to each other as to what their punishment might have been. Finally, the entire group was there. We knew that we would make quick work of the room as they were small and there were ten of us. We were all scared of what we might see when the door was opened. So we were generally relieved to find that they were not there, some expecting to see bruised and battered individuals. We set out to do our work when Lisa was the first to see the newest plaque above the bed: CASTRATED, Chose to lose my balls forever and to be feminine rather than masculine After sharing a brief moment of shock, then sympathy, then even a little anger toward them for wrecking any plans that the rest of us might have had, we started again cleaning the room. I am sure I was not alone in wondering what had happened to Andrea if Vanessa and Susan had suffered such a fate. An unspoken feeling passed through the remainder of our group that there could be no other path than complete acceptance of the ladies wishes for us. I was profoundly affected. It was one thing to be feminized and sissified but I shuddered at the thought of having some of my more prized parts removed. Somehow a line had been crossed. The next several days were hard on us. In the classes we shared with Vanessa and Susan each of us could not help but to try and grab glimpses of their wounds. As horrible as they were we seemed to need to verify to ourselves that this did indeed happen. There was no mistaking the stitch marks and the dejected looks on the faces of the two. There was a new low point here for our group of sissies as we pondered our fates. Then, as if in an attempt to lift our spirits, Lady L. announced that the island would have some of it?s first visitors and that it would be our responsibility to prepare for them. Our hours and our ?homework? in Gay By Choice and several of the other classes were increased. Emphasis on performing gay acts was the unmistakable message. I could see where this was going. At the same time our work as maids increased. Even more attention had to be paid to detail. We basically learned to ?get it right? the first time or else. And the threat implied by ?Or Else? had taken on a whole new meaning. Soon the big day had arrived. Three boats had tied up at the dock all together. As we had been instructed, and practiced, we each ran down to the dock from the hotel while wearing only a bikini to welcome our new guests. With my elbows near my waist and my arms out to my sides I did an exaggerated feminine trot. If not for the fact that the ten of us were all doing it (while smiling!) I would have died from the humiliation. (Vanessa and Susan had been reassigned to kitchen duties.) Coincidentally, there happened to be ten men all together on the boats. We took the arms of the men and walked them back to their hotel rooms while Lady L.?s island men brought their suitcases. After we helped them settle in, our group of ten sissies was directed to the conference room once again. There Lady L. explained to us that these were executives who just happened to have unusual fantasies and fetishes and that it was going to be our job to fulfill them. Failure in this was not an option. Later, while the gentlemen were resting from their long journey, we sissies changed into our French maid?s outfits. This was a time I had been dreading even though I was well practiced for it and loved cross- dressing in general. We were to serve the gentlemen appetizers, drinks and dinner and do it flawlessly. Back and forth to the kitchen while wearing our outfits, including aprons, garters, black hose, 4? high heel pumps and, of course, the ever present smile. Soon the gentlemen came down to the dining room and we sissies sprang into action. I had gotten through the dinner without error but while serving desert, I carelessly dropped a fork on the floor. Fortunately, I remembered to keep my knees together shifting them slightly to one side when I stooped to pick it up. I prayed that this small infraction would not bring consequences. We served our guests their after dinner drinks and thought we were nearly done when Lady L. gathered us in the kitchen and said, ?OK gurls, so far so good. Now the gentlemen are gathering in a circle in the lounge for a little review of each of you.? A look of surprise shown on all of our faces. She continued, ?You will each walk out one at a time with your sexiest walk, stand in the center of the circle, do a little spin for them, pausing if they want you to, and walk back here. Does everyone understand?? It didn?t matter if we did or not. We were on our way without ever having rehearsed this part. One by one we each did exactly as instructed. First Lisa, then Charlene then George (Gail) who, due to her weight drew a little good natured laughter. By chance I would go last and Daniela was right before me. Daniela was naturally attractive with a petite build and a pretty face. She got several Ooohs and Ahhhhs. I knew I couldn?t match her but that I had better try. With ten men gawking at me wearing a pretty French maid?s outfit, I was as humiliated as I have ever been in my life, I knew every inch of me and every movement was being scrutinized by a group of gentlemen strangers. I was careful to take small mincing steps, sway my hips without overdoing it, smile the brightest smile I could muster, and as if to enhance my humiliation, I made eye contact with each man. This required me to spin twice instead of once but I could tell that I was attractive to several of the men. This made me proud of myself (and glad that I was wearing my chastity cage!) As I walked back I kept my smile but it was no longer a forced smile. And as I got to the edge of the circle, I turned and bowed in a deep curtsey without even knowing why. At this the men applauded. I had nailed it! We were to learn that the men had used our display to rank us as prizes in a poker game they were about to start. Winner got first choice, second got second and so on. I was changing. Forced together under unbearable conditions and unbreakable rules, we were all learning to handle it in our own way. There seemed to be no other course than to cave in to the ladies desires for us, desires that seemed much more clear now. This fact did not go unnoticed by Lady L. While the men played poker, she praised us and told us to think of ourselves as the ?third? gender. Not women and certainly not men but we were attractive to these gentlemen. As such, she instructed, we should accept any sexual offering that they make and do our absolute best to please them. ?Pleasing a woman is beyond you? she said, ?but pleasing these men is what you have been trained to do!? They had indeed been training and conditioning us to accept and actually prefer same-sex relationships. Acceptance of this ?behavior modification? was easier for some than for others as most of us had some gender issue to begin with. I think I fell somewhere in the middle. It was not going to be easy to make the transition. The ladies had treated us as a team and set before us a team objective of becoming feminine males. Defeat was unacceptable and victory required complete obedience to our ?coaches?. It seemed our next competition would be to win at being the best at pleasing the man who picked us to spend the week with. . I HAD changed. But subconscious doubt still lingered. It was very late when the poker game ended. By then we had done all of the dishes and cleaned up the hotel?s dining room. Next, and while being pretty much exhausted, we were instructed to stand at attention in a neat row still in our French maid?s outfits. This time it was our wives who were telling us what to do. Lady L. was relaxing and taking it all in from her easy chair. As we stood, the gentlemen sat in comfortable chairs facing us. Lady L., with some fanfare, then announced the winner of the poker game. Bob, of course, chose Daniela who stepped forward, but was then ordered by her wife to sit in Bob?s lap. The whole room (sissies excepted) thought that this was a great idea, and each of us would end up doing the same when our name was chosen. Lisa went next. I wasn?t as concerned when I would be picked as who would pick me. There were some less than attractive men in this group. I was fortunate enough to be picked third and by a relatively decent looking guy, Steve. He was taller and larger than me, I was 5?11? and (with my dieting) 150 lbs. while Steve was around 6?2? and looked to be slightly over 200 lbs. I went to sit on his lap and he immediately put his hand on my thigh and began rubbing it up and down. We both smiled at each other. He had gotten what he wanted and I had gotten what I learned that I had wanted. My wife was very pleased. She came over to Steve and I and gave me a kiss on the cheek. And then she gave Steve a kiss on his cheek. ?Now you?ll take good care of my little sissy this week won?t you?? she asked. As embarrassed as I was I kept smiling. ?Oh I?ll take the best of care of her little sissy ass! Ha, Ha, Ha! You can bet on it!? he replied. My wife simply beamed as she then went back to stand with her boyfriend., the same one she had had sex with while I had watched. Mentally, I think the only way to survive a situation like this is to go with the program. You would go crazy if you tried to fight it to say nothing of the consequences if you did not please your new gentleman friend and Lady L. were to find out. Steve kept rubbing my thighs as the men?s other choices were made. Honestly, it felt wonderful. And last, Gail ended up with Tim who seemed just odd enough to have thrown the poker game deliberately just to get last pick. At that point we all stood to return to our rooms. Or that is the gentlemen?s rooms. Already well tanned, Steve let his arm slip from my shoulder to my waist as we walked down the hall to his hotel room. ?Thank you for picking me,? I said, thinking that this would have to be the right thing to say. ?Oh, my pleasure, believe me it WILL be my pleasure, Ha, Ha, Ha!? was his reply. A little tasteless, I thought, but I smiled back at him for saying it anyway. When we got inside his room we both sat on the bed and I nervously began to make small talk. ?Where are you from?? ?Texas. Lynn...that is you name isn?t it?? ?Uh Huh,? I answered affirmatively. ?Just how does a pretty boy like you end up being a chick with a dick if you don?t mind me asking?? I did mind but pretended not to. ?Well, I always had a strong urge to get in touch with my feminine side, I guess.? ?Well in your case your feminine side seems to be about 99% of you, Ha, Ha, Ha!? I was getting angry at this line of questioning but could not show it. ?Lady L. and my wife have helped me along in realizing how much fun it can be to dress up.? I thought this was the safe answer. ?Oh you?re doin? more than dressing up my little lady! Lady L. says you?re a little firecracker!? I was getting even more nervous. ?Well I do hope to please you, Sir.? I was terrified of what would happen if he did not approve of me. I tried to focus my thoughts on doing the best I could to please him. ?Well thank you mam I?m sure you will. Ha, Ha, Ha. Now why don?t you hop out of that pretty little dress?? I smiled at him as I took off my French maid?s outfit, including the corset which was killing me by now. I was honestly hoping he would prefer to nod off to sleep given the late hour, but no such luck. As I lay on my back, wearing only makeup, a wig and my chastity cage, Steve climbed on top of me, raised my head in his big, strong hands and gave me a deep kiss. Our mouths opened in unison and our tongues met. My chastity cage was becoming painful as my penis tried without success to grow. We kissed for a long time before Steve spread my legs apart with his. I hadn?t thought about it this before but I was about to be ?bitched,? getting screwed in the ass for the first time. The idea frightened me in that it would be yet one more step in my feminization which I could never again deny happening, at least to myself. I applied lube to my boy pussy in expectation of this moment. I felt Steve gently place his manhood at my opening and slowly begin to enter me. He was big but went slowly enough that I felt only pressure and not pain. Ever so slowly... deeper... deeper... deeper inside of me as my boy pussy slowly expanded to accommodate his erection. My own penis hurt from the cage but I knew I was there only to please Steve. ?I want you in me,? I whispered. He held his entire 7? inside of me for what seemed like an eternity before he started slowly rocking, out.. in... out... in. He gradually began to pick up the pace until he was pumping me hard and fast. I began to moan softly with pleasure until I could tell that he was about to cum. Then my moaning became much louder. ?...Oh...Oh... Ohhhhhhhhhhh!? Squeezed inside its tiny cage, my penis, straining to become erect, oozed out a dollop of cum at the same time that Steve released his load. He gave me one more lingering kiss before falling asleep still on top of me. The next morning Steve had gone fishing before I got up. I was thankful for that as I was exhausted from the day, and night before. The next couple of days we spent some time together, sunning on the beach or going for walks. The rest of the time Steve talked to the friends he had arrived with about their boats or other ?manly? things while us sissies chatted about our new ?boyfriends?. So this is what being a woman is really like, I thought. Then, each night, it was back to bed with Steve, and I didn?t get much sleep. By Wednesday it was time for our mid week review by Lady L. I was shaking as Lady L. read Steve?s comments: Lynn was a delight except for two little things, she did not anticipate my needs (like a Scotch the way I like it after noon) as well as she might have, and she seemed a little too nervous in bed, insisting that I wear a rubber. If she can get over these things I would love to see her again next time. Lady L. summarized the review for me, ?Well, you definitely have some work to do. You should know what he wants even before HE does. Be constantly thinking one step ahead of him. And then, you insisted he wear a rubber!?. How could you? You should have known that our guests are clean. If bareback is what he wants then bareback is damn well what he better get! This is highly embarrassing for me! My friends are very clean and don?t need to wear condoms if they don?t want to.? I nearly broke down in tears at the tone of Lady L.?s voice knowing that this almost certainly meant severe punishment. ?Still...? Lady L. continued, ?he did say that he definitely wanted to spent the rest of the week with you and that is a big plus. That IS important. At least you don?t scare him away.? Hearing this stopped a potential flood of tears on my part. ?Oh, by the way, did you curtsey for him each time you left the room? He likes that.? Pause. ?Uhh... no,? I said meekly. ?Well next time remember that.? Then Lady L. paused. ?Good and bad. I think that indicates both a reward and punishment are due!? she sniggered. ?I think a second piercing in each ear is called for. Steve likes lots of jewelry on his gurls. You?ll have the prettiest ears on the island!? My heart sank as I felt that this act of discipline would remove even more of what little masculinity I had left. Then Lady L. surprised me again. ?And as for your PUNISHMENT, how about a little fairy tattoo just above your ?cock?.? ?Oh god not another tattoo,? I thought. I was relieved but still haunted by deeper thoughts. I had all but given up trying to escape the island. Now I had multiple feminine tattoos, wore only women?s clothing, was about to receive a second ear piercing on each ear, and had made love only to men in the last 18 months. No real man could say this I thought. In addition, Steve would be coming back before long. Mmmm...Steve. I was beginning to believe that I could never be a man again. Could I accept this? The canings and Ben-Gay that made my scrotum burn would be painful but temporary. The tattoos and piercing were of a more permanent nature and would make any hope of some day returning to manhood seem even more distant. Still, I had to soldier on because there were punishments that were even worse. In the back of my mind lurked the horror of castration or even worse, if there was anything worse than that. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>> We had come to the island as a motley, diverse group of transgendered males. Those of us remaining were now totally obedient, submissive, feminized sissies, willing to do absolutely anything we were told to do. We were physically still males but any vestige of masculinity was gone. Each of us began to fully accept our true roll as servants to a superior gender. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>> It was Saturday and Steve would be leaving the next day. I had pleasured him in one way or another each night of his stay so far and as a result, he asked my wife if he could have the key to my chastity cage for one day. She agreed on the condition that any release that I have be done in a way that would humiliate me. She explained how that helps me maintain my submissiveness. She agreed to his offer knowing that I had indeed pleasured him each night as she had the videos taken by the hidden camera in Steve?s room as proof. Any images of Steve that were identifiable were destroyed by agreement with Lady L. Any videos where I was identifiable were copied, cataloged and saved in a secure place. As a surprise, Steve asked me if I wanted to go up in the plane with him. I was overjoyed. This meant that he must have approved of me. I quickly agreed. He knew how to fly too! There was so much he could do that I could not. I even asked him about the controls, perhaps subconsciously thinking that I could fly off of the island. He pointed to this dial and that switch while rattling off some technical jargon and I quickly gave up that idea. He took me high enough to see a couple of other small islands. ?I?m not sure but I don?t think this looks like the Caribbean,? I said. ?Ha, Ha, Ha,? Steve laughed. ?Who told you that? We?re a little north of Madagascar!? I was shocked. The sissies had been lied to since the beginning. Andrea never had a chance to escape from here. The next day he offered to take me out on his boat. The only condition was that I wear the bikini he saw me in the first day he arrived and, again, I readily agreed. He took us out several miles before shutting off the engine. Suddenly a thought came over me. A terrifying thought. This might be the only chance I would ever have to leave the island. While Steve was concentrating on steering the boat out to sea, I had noticed a boat hook attached to the side of the boat by clips. It was simply a rod about six feet long with a hook at the end for grabbing things out of the water. I quietly removed it from its fasteners. Gripping it like a long baseball bat I would be able to swing it freely and certainly be able to at least disable Steve. I hesitated just a moment. I couldn?t do it! I held the boat hook poised to swing but I could not do it! I quickly lowered it when Steve began to turn around. I held the end of the pole in my hands and began sliding one hand up and down the last foot of its length, stroking it gently. I smiled at Steve as I did this and a moment later he caught my idea and smiled back at me. He then stopped the engine, took me by the hand and led me to the stern of the boat where he sat on the cushioned seats there. He then took a life preserver and set it on the deck between his knees. I understood what he wanted. Kneeling on the life preserver I began to slide his bathing suit down his legs then lifting them so I could remove it completely. I noticed for the first time the amount of hair on his legs... and his arms. It was thick yet curly and soft. I ran my hands through it as he had run his hands over my hairless thighs as I sat in his lap after the poker game. I could not help noticing the contrast between his arms and legs and mine. His were the arms and legs of a real man. I had only perfectly smooth skin, feminine skin, highlighted by the fact that I was in a bikini. No REAL man would EVER be in the position I was in wearing what I was wearing, doing what I was about to do. At no other time in my life was I as aware of who I was than at that moment. I began gently caressing his penis. My mind began to wander. When he had reached his full erect length I began kissing it. I wanted to make love to it. I gently cupped his balls in one hand while I lightly grasped his shaft in the other. I kissed the entire length. I sucked on his balls until he started to groan. I licked around his penis. I licked under it. I ran my tongue slowly up its length, then down, then up again pausing to put my lips around his corona. Sliding his beautiful penis slowly into my mouth inch by delicious inch until my nose was nestled in his light brown pubic hair. His penis was touching the back of my throat but I was able to suppress the gag reflex because I had been trained to do so. I let my mouth linger there as Steve began to groan louder. I wanted to please him. I wanted his penis to feel the warmth of my moist throat. I wanted to use every lesson I had learned about performing the perfect blowjob. Excruciatingly slowly I brought my lips up the length of his shaft. I paused with my lips again caressing his glans and my tongue flicking the underside of its head. Steve grabbed my head and began to hump my face. All that mattered to me was that I pleasure him as he has never been pleasured before. Nothing else mattered to me. I was going to make him experience ecstasy. From the volume of cum I swallowed I think he came pretty close. A minute or so later Steve finally caught his breath and then reached down into the pocket of his bathing suit and produced the key to my chastity cage. My eyes widened as he unlocked the wretched device and my cock sprung free. That felt wonderful but it got even better as Steve put his large hand around my shaft and gently squeezed. I began to raise my hips to gain some friction but Steve told me to stop and remain motionless. It was a heavenly torture. I wanted desperately to reach an orgasm but could not. One minute. Two minutes! Then Steve told me to repeat what he was going to tell me to say. I think it went something like this: ?Mr. Steve Sir, for you I promise that I will be YOUR gurl whenever you come back to the island. For myself I promise that I will work to become more feminine every day. For my Mistress wife Laura, I promise to let her have sex with whoever she pleases. For Lady L. I promise to work as hard as I can to please her in every way possible. For all other ladies everywhere I promise that I will never think of women in a sexual way again. ?Ha, Ha, Ha!? Steve laughed at that last one. He then stroked my penis and I quickly ejaculated with my cum running down on his hand. He held that hand up to my mouth and I licked it clean. Then he locked me up once again in my chastity cage. In his final comment, Steve said, ?I am going to tell Lady L. exactly what you just said. After all, this will give everybody just what they want!? ?Yes, Sir,? I replied with my mind gone blank. Steve let me steer the boat back to the island and over the drone of the engines he said, ?Hey, let?s get that down in writing! And you?ll agree to sign it or this only key to your cock cage goes overboard. And there is no locksmith on the island. Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!? Why he had chosen to be so cruel after what I had done for him I didn?t know. I didn?t care. And with that my fate was sealed. <<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>> Shortly after the gentlemen had left the island and I had indeed signed a letter acknowledging what I had stated on the boat, Lady L. gave us our final reviews. They were generally excellent with mine ranking among the best and she was beaming with pride. She then happily announced, ?We are going to hold a graduation ceremony for you gurls! Instead of a cap and gown you will get to wear an EVENING gown and be recognized in front of all of the ladies and men on the island!? The actual ceremony turned out to be similar to our parade in front of the gentlemen in our French maid?s uniforms, except we were now decked out in beautiful evening gowns in front of perhaps fifty ladies and men. This time it was easier for me as I dreamed how good I must look in the silky fabric, beautiful jewelry and perfect make-up. Following the ceremony I saw my wife, Laura, leave TWO men to come over to congratulate me. ?I?m so proud of you for following this through!? Laura exclaimed. As if I had a choice. ?I hadn?t realized by your cross-dressing you were screaming out to me that you really wanted to be a woman! You wanted to be the person that is caring, devoted, submissive, obedient and pretty to look at all at the same time! When I realized that I had missed all of the signals I knew I had to help you to become what you really were all the time! You?ve really earned this!? With that, she kissed me on the cheek and went back to her boyfriends. I couldn?t tell whether she was mocking me or being genuinely honest. It didn?t matter. This IS who I am now. If I ever was a man I?m not now so I had better learn to make the best of it. I really DO want to please the ladies on the island and I know that if I try hard enough I will be able to. Above all of the promises I had made to others, I decided to promise to MYSELF that I would do the best job I knew how to as maid, servant, danseur or anything else Lady L. or Mistress Laura wanted of me.