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THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING MANHOOD by Throne Carolyn had been slipping her husband Brad the pills for three weeks now, in preparation for his two-week vacation. Of course he noticed that his penis was shrinking, and that his balls were doing the same, but he was too ashamed to say anything to his tall voluptuously built wife. She had entertained herself by inviting him, over and over, to have wild sex, and then being amused by the endless excuses he made (even the womanly, "Not tonight, dear. I have a headache."). Finally, she waited until he was taking a bath, let down her cascade of fiery red hair, and pulled back the shower curtain on the pretext of asking him a question. Carolyn had made sure to be wearing her most seductive lingerie, a tiny nighty with bikini panties. She smiled down at him as he desperately tried to conceal his manhood, reduced from a big impressive cock to a tiny laughable dickie. She pointed right at it and said, "Brad, dearest, whatever has happened to your best feature? Darling, you won't be able to screw me with that teeny weenie." He blushed furiously and felt like he had swallowed his tongue. When he found his voice he managed to say, "C... Carolyn, I don't know what's h... happening to me." She pretended to consider for a minute, letting him squirm in naked discomfort, before she said, "I've read something about this. It's supposed to have psychological roots. Let me see if I can locate a therapist for you to talk to. I'm sure there's some solution to your rather... embarrassing... predicament." He thanked her, feeling helpless to do anything on his own. Knocking a few inches off a man's tool tends to take his ego down a few notches, too. Carolyn made him wait several days, being sure to dress provocatively at every chance, before she announced that she had found someone to fix Brad's problem. What she didn't tell him was that the therapist, Dr. Renbourne, was actually not a mental health professional at all, but an old friend of hers who was currently a between-jobs actress. Because Brad was so ashamed of his condition, the doctor came to their house. This was also convenient because 'Dr.' Renbourne didn't have an office. She was young and blond and dressed in professional looking clothes -- a white blouse and a charcoal pencil-skirt, along with gunmetal stockings and conservative heels -- and had her hair up in a bun at the back of her patrician head. Brad was struck by her beauty but intimidated by having to reveal his condition. She said, "I'd like to keep this informal, so please just call me Julie." They went to the modest recreation room and Julie sat in a comfortable chair, while Carolyn took the small couch, positioning herself in its middle to discourage her husband from sitting on either side of her. As Brad hesitated, Julie said, "Please remain standing." Then she took out an electronic notepad and pretended to consult it, even though she was actually reviewing instructions from his wife. Next she began to talk to Carolyn, ignoring Brad and leaving him standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room. Julie made a point to concentrate on the couple's sex life. Carolyn acted sympathetic toward her spouse's plight but also managed to make him feel terrible, saying things like, "I feel so bad for Brad, knowing how inadequate this must make him look to himself, now that he can't provide me with sex. I mean, I'd be happy to let him have HIS fun and not worry about me, but I don't want to leave him with a lot of guilt. You know, from thinking he was being selfish." By the time that chat was over, Brad felt several times worse than when it had started. He didn't imagine matters could get any more discouraging, at least not until Julie said, with relaxed aplomb, "Brad, please lower your slacks and shorts. I need to have a look at your... shortcoming." His face went hot and his stomach got cold. He glanced toward his wife for help but she just gave him a small, encouraging smile, as if exposing himself this way was the most normal event. Well, he told himself, Julie WAS there to aid him. His reluctant fingers slowly undid his belt and pants, before lowering his fly. He paused one more time, hoping for a reprieve, before letting his pants fall. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer shorts, swallowed, and pushed them down his legs. When he straightened up, both females were staring straight at his crotch with interested expressions. They had to make an effort not to laugh out loud. Julie nodded sagely and declared, "This is a classic case. I'm afraid Brad has brought this on himself," she explained to Carolyn. "He probably put himself first in bed. Would that be true?" Carolyn acted reluctant to criticize her husband but then confessed, "Well, he did concentrate on his own needs. I suppose I always felt... neglected." She made it sound like the words were being forced out of her. Brad had never though of himself that way but, because he enjoyed sex so much and wanted it so often, it was hard to see himself as the giver rather than the taker. Julie went into a speech about the 'balance of giving' and peppered it with psychological jargon, enough to impress and slightly confuse Brad. By the time she stopped speaking he was convinced that he had done this to himself by being inconsiderate to his wife and felt compelled to redress his wrongs, to correct the 'imbalance of giving' for which he was solely responsible. The women had him to a point where he was ready to do whatever Julie said to make up for his imagined wrongdoing. The bogus doctor consulted her notes again, even now finding it hard to believe how far Carolyn wanted to push her husband. Not that Julie didn't see how exciting it could be. In fact, she was becoming more aroused by the minute, now that she found herself with unrestricted power over the exposed male. "Here's what you, as a couple, must do. This will be something of a sacrifice for you, Carolyn." Brad's wife said, "I will do whatever it takes to restore my husband." "That's good," Julie assured her, "but please understand that you will have to... forego intercourse." Carolyn made herself appear shocked and upset, though she was actually getting wet in the panties. Feigning innocent concern, Carolyn asked, "You mean no sex at all?" "Of course not, dear. That would only magnify Brad's understandable guilt and maybe even make his condition more extreme. No, there will still be sex... for you. I'm sure he will be happy, even thrilled, that he can still provide you with orgasms -- through oral ministrations." Now it was Brad's turn to be shocked and upset, except that his reaction was completely genuine. He managed to stammer, "Y... you mean I'm going to have to... g... go down on... C... Carolyn? I've never du... done that. Ev... ever." "Which," Julie observed, "could only have added to your negative feelings about yourself for being so unfair to her." Julie let that sink in for a moment before she hit him with the next bad news. "It is also important to remodel your self image, Brad. We can't have you seeing yourself as a male aggressor. No, no. Instead, I'm going to help you get in touch with your feminine side." She swiveled her head toward Carolyn and said in a cool clinical voice, "I asked you to purchase a few items in case the situation went in this direction. Could you bring those here now?" Carolyn, pretending to be eager to help her husband, rushed off and returned with a medium sized, lavender shopping bag. Brad just wanted to cover himself and then run and hide. He was utterly humiliated and becoming frantic to take everyone's attention, including his own, off his immature looking genitals. But his wife was already taking something out of the bag, a tube of some sort of cream. Julie explained that it was a depilatory that would allow him to remove his body hair. She also mentioned that, as he wasn't very hirsute to begin with, the job would be simple. Brad shivered. She requested that he finish undressing. Nervous and ashamed, he nevertheless got completely naked and then was left to stand there while the women made a dispassionate evaluation of his body, all aspects of it, that was kind and yet managed to be condescending. They made him insecure with faint praise. The actress/doctor gave the tube to her friend, who accepted it seriously and then gestured for her husband to come close. When he was standing directly in front of her, unhappily aware of the picture he made, his confidence further eroded by their intentionally discouraging comments, all his self-doubts magnified by his shrunken genitals, she portentously handed the cream to him. With Julie giving intentionally too-detailed instructions, he smeared the cool substance all over his limbs, torso and, finally, his privates. He had to stand there, letting it work, feeling it burn slightly, while the women went to the kitchen to pour themselves glasses of wine. He didn't know it but they were congratulating each other for a job well done. Carolyn had long dreamed of having a submissive, feminized husband and her co-conspirator was only too happy to help her achieve that wish. They complimented each other on how well the plan was working, speaking softly so their victim couldn't hear them. When they returned he appeared even more distraught that before, which pleased them no end. They led him to the bathroom and helped him into the shower. He didn't need help but they wanted to make him feel dependent on them, on females generally, and too lacking in self-reliance to be comfortable among other males. His bride adjusted the water temperature, as if he wasn't capable of performing the simple task himself. Then she turned on the shower and watched with secret glee as his body hair vanished. After she turned off the water she made him clean up his lost badge of maleness, gather it from the drain and, after they had assisted him in leaving the tub, flick it from his fingers into the toilet bowl -- and flush it away -- a potent symbolic act. He stood there, head hung, naked, his body smooth and pink, while they made approving comments. Along with discouraging his belief in self, they wanted to make him needy for their praise, and to give him words of reinforcement only when he did whatever made him more the person they wanted him to be. Rewarding him for cooperating and for not objecting was intended to remind him that letting himself be manipulated willingly was a GOOD thing. They let him pat himself dry with a large fluffy towel before Carolyn gently took him by his upper arm and, while he was still numb with mental trauma, led him back to the recreation room. The women resumed their seats and left him standing alone before them again. He meekly accepted it. "I think this was a wonderful first session," Julie said brightly. "What I'm going to do now is to leave you with some exercises to do for the next three days, until I see you again. Now, Julie, what I want you to do is to physically tease Brad." She let a few seconds pass before clarifying, "I mean in a sexual manner. It's important to stimulate him because he needs to think about his urges and how he has, until now, favored his satisfaction over yours. I want him to experience what it's like to be frustrated... to an extreme degree." Carolyn made a worried face and said, "But I don't want to hurt Brad." "Oh," Julie assured her, "you won't be hurting him. You'll be HELPING him, I guarantee. And Brad, for your part, I want you to think about all this and concentrate on how erotically exciting your wife is, how ripe her body is, how much you want her. You're going to feel intensely anxious for relief but it would be counterproductive for you to achieve it. No, we want you distractedly hungry for release. Then we can channel all that energy into you pleasing your lovely Missus. That will be a significant step forward." His mind was reeling. He wanted to say something on his own behalf but had already sunk so low in his self- estimation that he remained silent. That was when Julie asked Carolyn to get out 'those items of clothing' from the shopping bag. Carolyn reached in and, after a theatrical pause, produced... a cellophane-wrapped three-pack of colorful panties. Brad could only stare as she opened the package and selected one in bright red with a pattern of yellow stars. She held them out to her husband while Julie expounded, "The theory that is applicable here is one of power exchange. What we desire to achieve is a permanent reversal of the male's self-centered approach to lovemaking. Instead, we want him to apply that same drive to elevating his partner to a state of ecstasy. Pleasing her must become its own reward, with his wants reduced to secondary or even, indeed, tertiary status." Carolyn was impressed by her fancy presentation. Brad was horrified by the message it contained, though he didn't fully trust himself to interpret it correctly. He looked to his wife for reassurance. She said kindly, "That's right, honey. What the doctor is saying is that you will learn to give me climaxes while sacrificing your own. I'm so proud of you for understanding and doing the right thing." It didn't sound right to him and yet... "Now," Julie announced, sounding as if something profound was about to occur. "We will perform the voluntary wardrobe transferal. This is very important, as lingerie is one of the most potent signifiers of gender role definition. Brad was becoming completely lost, his mind fixed only on the fact that he was about to put on a pair of panties. To put them onto his now hairless body. While knowing that he had been cut off from the sex he was accustomed to enjoying. So that he could learn to serve his wife's passions. With his mouth. The room seemed to tilt as he accepted the flimsy bit of covering, held it at the level of his ankles, stepped into one leg hole and then the other, and worked it up his unwantedly silky legs. As he adjusted the panties he rubbed his knees together and held his elbows close to his sides, attempts to restore modesty, though the efforts failed. He had to stand there, denuded of body hair, put into panties, while the women seriously inspected him. Carolyn ran her hands over the unmanly piece of clothing. Julie said, "It's very good to touch him, every chance you get, to promote intimacy while not actually delivering it, or at least not mutually. Again, you need to generate intense sexual need so that we can redirect it towards enabling Brad's cure." Following Julie's advice, Carolyn put her thumbs and forefingers on her spouse's nipples and rolled the points of flesh gently between her digits. He moaned, writhed, and panted. Julie advised, "That's very good, Carolyn. He's sensitive there... like a girl. Take advantage of that. And remember, no matter how it makes you feel to realize that Brad is weak and not really a man at all when he is treated this way, even if it makes you lose all respect for him, you must keep going... for his benefit." Carolyn took a deep breath, making her chest expand and her full bust strain toward her husband's bare torso. "It will be difficult but I promise not to shirk." She leaned forward and rubbed her desirable breasts against him. "Because I want to make him the person I know he can be." "Bravo," Julie whispered the word respectfully, quietly applauding what she wanted Brad to see as his bride's dedication and sacrifice. Making him view it that way would just make him feel worse about himself and therefore make him more pliable in their busy and creative hands. Julie reminded Carolyn, unnecessarily, to continue the assigned exercises, almost constantly if she could, so that in three days they could move on to the next stage in creating Brad's new -- and better -- personality. Carolyn teased him incessantly. Besides dressing for maximum provocation, she hugged him and whispered suggestive comments frequently. But her favorite part of all this were the required exercises, which Julie had been careful not to detail too closely, so the wife could have fun improvising. Carolyn enjoyed stroking Brad's back while she stood behind him, then pressing herself against him, nearly flattening her big breasts, and reaching around to rub his belly, gradually working her way up until she was toying with his responsive nipples. He would whimper and squirm, his bottom against her crotch, the two of them in a perverse reversal of the usual male and female roles, almost as if she was trying to penetrate him. She would keep it up until he was almost weeping from need. Carolyn blew in his ears, licked them, and even nibbled a bit. When he begged for relief she would remind him, still speaking in a husky sensual whisper, that this was part of his cure and she was so glad to be helping him, but that he had to help her too, and restrain his selfishness. While they were doing all that he was, naturally, in one of his pairs of panties. She would have him switch each day, also making him hand launder them, along with her own dainty underthings, telling him that it was all part of the doctor's therapy plan. She reminded herself to fill Julie in on any additions she made to Brad's program. All that while, Carolyn made sure to mention the smallness of Brad's penis to him every chance she got. She always acted concerned about how much it had shrunk and how useless it was for providing sexual satisfaction. Too, she forgave him, over and over, for getting himself into this fix, knowing that her words would keep him blaming himself. Sometimes she even put her smooth fingers on his diminished member, remarking about how easy it was for her to cover it up, remembering out loud how much larger it had been before. He suffered obediently through those veiled humiliations while she inwardly relished every moment of it. Best of all, she started taking him to bed and having him perform cunnilingus on her eager pussy. He was hesitant at first but she pointed out that he was just being selfish... again. When he tried harder she helped him by providing instructions, telling him what to do and how fast or slowly to do it. She was delighted to have her first orgasm that way, and made sure to praise him thoroughly for his efforts. He was relieved to at least have been able to satisfy her, even if he hated the way he had to do it. One add-on to the program came when she took him shopping for something to go along with his panties. They visited a boutique, where she selected a sweet camisole. It was pale avocado and had slender straps. She held it up in front of him so that the young women who were shopping could all see who would be wearing the flirty item. Then she made him pick three more of them in different colors. He chose lemon, lime, and cranberry. Wanting to make sure he had one in an especially girly hue, she added another in pink lemonade. Brad couldn't stop blushing. She paid, to keep him in his secondary role, but did make him thank the young lady behind the counter, which he did with his cheeks flushed bright crimson. The cashier said, "You're welcome... dearie." He had to carry the colorful, handled shopping bag through the mall. They stopped at the food court and his wife ordered for both of them, getting him a light salad so that 'you'll look better in your cute panties'. He wanted to object but knew she would simply tell him that he was working against his own cure. Back at the house she decided they should have a fashion show to aid him in transitioning into his new role. He didn't want to but he automatically gave in, something that his wife noted with silent glee. She got undressed and put on a filmy short robe, with nothing under it. Her hair was down and every time she moved her head it shifted attractively. She had Brad put on a pair of yellow panties and suggested that he select a cammy that would go with them. He picked up the lime one and slipped it on. She congratulated him for a good choice and gave him a long hug, that got him hard. Carolyn rubbed herself against his laughably small erection and said wistfully, "Oh, baby, I wish your cock was still all there. I would love to go to bed and screw our brains out." He whimpered and told her, "I'm so horny, Carolyn. Can't we please do it. Just once. You don't have to tell the doctor and..." She released him and stepped back, a look of disappointment on her pretty face. "Brad," she said unhappily, "you can't just throw away everything we're accomplishing together." There was a catch in her voice, as if she was trying not to cry, when she added, "I thought that you were committed to making this work." He said desperately, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was being selfish." He looked at the floor. "Again. I won't ask for sex anymore. In fact..." He hesitated with reluctance. "... if you want to, we could go to the bedroom and... I could do nice things for you." She turned sympathetic, wishing that Julie could see her right then, could see what a talented little actress Carolyn could be herself. She moved close to Brad once more and began fingering his nipples through the thin material of the cammy, making him breath hard from excitement, and she said seductively, "Or instead of the bedroom, we could do it right here. It's exciting to have sex in different rooms, don't you think?" He certainly wasn't going to disagree and risk upsetting her again so soon. She went to the couch, sat down, and positioned her hips on the edge, so that her crotch was easily accessible. Carolyn pointed to the floor between her feet, smiled, and said, "Down, boy." Brad sank to his knees and, without being told to, kissed the insides of her thighs, first one and then the other. She had intended to bring him to this, which was why she hadn't worn panties. It amused her to have him like he was, his body pink and smooth, wearing panties and the sweet camisole, on his knees while she sat comfortably, his face moving toward her moist slit. The sense of power she felt was overwhelming and it only got stronger as he began to submissively lick and suck. She sighed and patted him on the top of his head. Knowing that she would be denying him his own satisfaction, that she was going to drag him deeper and deeper into this new role she was creating for him, made the experience even more intense, as did her awareness of his dislike for what he was doing. Carolyn had a soaring climax. And then a second. And finally a third. When she was at long last done, drained and happy, she looked down at Brad, who was waiting with a hopeful expression, begging wordlessly for approval. The conditioning had taken hold so quickly that she was sure it would be easy to move him into the next stages of his transformation. She ruffled his hair, noting with approval that it was long enough to begin being styled. Carolyn made an air kiss and said, "That was wonderful, darling. I can still sense some reluctance on your part but we'll work on that. For right now, why don't you put your head down on the floor so I can rest my feet on your back. That would make me feel good and it would be an effective way to define our new roles. I'll make sure to tell Julie how cooperative you've become. And we really must take you to some more stores to build up your wardrobe. I'm sure you don't want me seeing you in the same items all the time, no matter how pretty they are." She set her feet atop him and let her head loll back. It was easy to get used to this new arrangement. She was already thinking of fresh ideas for his ongoing therapy. When 'Dr.' Renbourne returned, Carolyn had her husband all dressed up for the occasion. He wore the pink camisole, matching panties covered with ruffles, and color-coordinated stockings. On his feet were ballet shoes which had been white but were now dyed... pink. His hair had been fussed with and sprayed, so that it looked sissy swishy. He felt more uncomfortable than ever. Julie expressed her approval at how well he was adapting to his new, less brutishly male, persona. He didn't remember every having been anything close to 'brutish' but still accepted her evaluation, glad for any positive response. His wife had him go to fetch them wine. While he was in the kitchen, Brad heard them exchanging comments but couldn't make out the words. He was curious enough that, when he had returned and given them their glasses, he asked what they had been discussing. Julie complimented him on his nicely modulated voice and suggested that he always speak that way around Carolyn. She went on to say that there were areas of his treatment that it would be counterproductive for them to discuss with him. "But," she continued, "in this case I can tell you that we were discussing your performance in bed." He blushed at the though of his wife describing his oral efforts, telling someone else what he did. Julie went on, "She tells me that you are making fine attempts..." She paused for effect. "...but that she feels you are holding back. Luckily, I am a licensed sex therapist and can do a full evaluation. We can finish dealing with your progress and then move to the bedroom for a session." Brad thought he was going to faint. She expected him to use his mouth, in that awful way, like he had been doing for his wife, but on HER? The bogus doctor looked at him and said, "Naturally, I'll need permission first." He was relieved to hear that. His mouth opened as his mind raced to find the correct words. Before he could speak, however, Julie turned to his bride and said, "I know this is difficult for you, dear, just like all the other complications your husband's poor behavior have led to, but I hope you'll let me do what must be done. "Of course," she said. "Whatever is best for Brad." He stood there in mild shock. Soon the women were chatting as if he wasn't present, about Carolyn's tease techniques and how he reacted to them. Brad waited until they asked him questions, which he answered in his unmanly way of speaking. Other than that he wasn't included. The females enjoyed their drinks and didn't hurry. His anxiety mounted. At last Julie stood and said, "All right. Time for the three of us to visit the bedroom." In a daze, ashamed by the way he looked, Brad nevertheless followed them, aware of how near he was to a pair of enticing women who he had no hope of getting physical with, at least not in the way he wanted. Once more he was forced to confront how his penis had been ruined. And his belief that it was his own fault. Plus his guilt over spoiling his wife's sex life. In the bedroom Julie curtly ordered him to undress her. He obeyed mutely, thrilled to see her wonderful curvaceous body gradually uncovered, but at the same time overcome by his extreme frustration. When she was naked she laid back on the bed. Then she had him get his pillow and slip it under her hips. "Very good, Brad. Now I want you to demonstrate how you please your Carolyn... but with me. That's easy." It didn't sound easy to him. He climbed hesitantly onto the foot of the bed and got into the position that was becoming ever more familiar to him. For an instant he envisioned himself having real sex but then the instant was gone. Brad lowered his face and began. Afterwards, Julie declared that he was, indeed, holding back, and that it was probably because of vestiges of his male ego, which would have to be dealt with... for his benefit. She prescribed cosmetics and lessons in body language to expunge the unwanted masculinity. Brad's lower lip quivered and he blinked to keep from crying. His wife took him by the hand and cooed, "Poor baby. You're so helpless without your male self- image. You're helpless as... a kitten. But don't worry, Kitten, we'll take care of you. And someday, if you work really hard to do everything we say, your teeny tiny dick might recover." Might? He hadn't considered the possibility that they might not be able to restore his reduced rod. Whatever hope he was holding onto slipped from his grasp and he felt himself falling into a bottomless pit of feminization and sexual slavery. THREE MONTHS LATER. Brad -- now called Kitten -- checked himself in the mirror. He had on all white: corset, elbow-length gloves, stockings and heels. Gingerly, he lifted a wedding headpiece-with-veil from a mannequin head on the dresser and set it atop his hair, which was now long and attractively cut and styled. His features were enhanced by striking but tasteful make-up. Giving himself one last check, he left the spare bedroom and went to the main one, walking comfortably on three- inch heels. Carolyn was waiting for him in a neat blue suit, complete with tie and black shoes. She smiled at her husband in his bridal outfit, and how it showed off his smooth, now soft body, which was quite hairless. She put her hands on his bare shoulders, held him firmly, and placed a kiss on his forehead. Brad's cheeks pinked. She stepped back and said, "Are you ready to finally have sex, Kitten?" He nodded shyly. She looked down at his crotch, at his genitals, which were now smaller than ever, and smiled sweetly. She told him, "Then get on the bed. Assume the position." As he got onto the mattress, feeling the cool sheets beneath him, she slipped a belt around her waist and fastened several attached straps. Next she took something from the dresser top and fitted it to the harness she now wore. The color drained from Brad's smooth cheeks as he saw the large strap-on dildo she now sported, sticking obscenely out from her groin. He was on his hands and knees, bare bottom up and available to her as she got behind him. Carolyn tore open a small foil packet of lube and spread it all over the rammer, wiping the excess on her spouse's virginity. A shiver ran through him as she pressed the head of the tool against his tightness. She said, "After this, Kitten, your main course of treatment will be done and a new life will begin for us. Aren't you excited?" Sounding very much like a swoony bride, he said, "Yes, dear. I want to make you happy." "That's the right attitude, Kitten," she concluded, leaning forward hard and pushing the head of the artificial cock into him. He whimpered. She buried several more thick inches inside him. Soon she was planted all the way in and began to pump, slowly at first, savoring how the other end of the device, inside her body, stimulated her. Carolyn's pace quickened gradually until she was humping her 'bride' with gusto. Brad moaned and pushed back to meet her thrusts. She screwed him thoroughly and gave herself a solid orgasm. As she was coming down off her sexual high, she controlled her strokes to stimulate him in a certain way. He gasped and she knew she was hitting the right spot. After several more minutes of the demeaning but exciting assault on his body, Brad cried out and a thin stream of cum leaked from the end of his penis, which was now little more than a small cockhead. It wasn't really satisfying, but it was better than nothing. His wife slowly withdrew and took off her dildo, tossing it onto a towel she had put on the floor. He would hand wash it for her later. At the moment there was one more act for her to make him perform, a final indignity for her to inflict. She told him firmly to lick up the mess he had made on the sheets. Brad sniffled but also smiled secretly, feeling that their marriage was now whole again. He could keep his wife happy in his new role as her submissive, feminine bedmate. He licked the small deposit of cream off the sheets and swallowed it with a sense of accomplishment. Everything was going to be all right now... though there was another therapy session scheduled for the next evening with Julie and there had been hints about what fresh exercises she would assign them. But Brad... or Kitten as he now liked to think of himself... was certain he could handle whatever was required of him. The End?