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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern 6/9 TG Femdom F/m M/M wife
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 15:10:04 -0400
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New TG: Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern, 6/9 femdom, F/m, M/M, wife


                                vi.

She glanced at my crotch.  "Poor Tiny!" she said.  "Soon to be
tinier still!  It's just as well that you won't need it any more,
sweetie!  That birthday fuck in the House of Masks was your last
with that thing!  Our marriage won't need to be what it has been
any longer.  Tiny Tim won't need to wobble around inside me any
more.  Another day or two amd he won't even be able to get stiff at
all, not ever again, Angela told me.  Not with all the hormones
she's put into you to jump-start and improve your figure and your
complexion.  From now on that little thing will be true to me,
it'll have no choice in the matter!"  

I suppose I looked distressed by this revelation, because she
added, "Don't worry, baby, there'll be plenty of compensations! 
I've seen to that."  

I reached down into myself to tap into a well of rising indignation
at what she'd just told me.  Tricked!  No more erections, no more
manhood!  

But there wasn't any indignation there.  There should have been,
but there wasn't!  And Becky knew it.  Becky wasn't really
surprised by any of this!  Did she know that I wasn't at all
ashamed of the way I looked?  That I liked all of it?  

"You knew this would happen?" I said.  "The liposuction, the
hormone implants?  All these long-term changes?  That Angela would
do this to me?"

She stared directly at me and said as if surprised, "Why, I
requested them, Teena!  You heard me say so to the receptionist!" 
Then she paused and added casually, as if it didn't much matter,
"You don't mind now though, do you?  Let's get in the tub."  

The water was almost too hot to bear.  She stepped warily through
the surface bubbles into the steaming fragrance beneath, and
slowly, luxuriously sank down up to her shoulders and soaked for a
moment, getting accustomed to the heat.  Then began soaping her
breasts.  They were heavy, gleaming, pink-tipped, and as she
absently thumbed an erect nipple her eyes almost closed. "Come on
in, honey, hot bath oil does wonders for a girl's skin." 

I stepped in slowly, delicately, and settled myself opposite her,
facing her.  It was scorching, but in a moment I was able to sink
into the bubbles too, down to my shoulders.  The fragrance was
wonderful, and the heat was immediately relaxing.

I decided to be honest.  Anything else I knew I'd regret.  She was
still way ahead of me.  "Do I mind what they did to me at the
Feminine Mystique?  No," I said.  "I don't mind, now that it's
done. In some ways I like it."  In all ways I was delighted, but I
didn't need to tell her everything!

"Good!" Becky said, stretching out one foot under water and tucking
it into my crotch and smiling at me.  "I thought so.  I requested
that too!  It won't last long, this euphoria over your new
appearance, so I want you to enjoy it.  Now let's both have a long
soak, and then we'll go back to our room and you'll make us both
gorgeous, and I'll show you the lovely dresses and things I've
bought for us to wear tonight.  I want you to look so stunningly
girlish that Tim will quit the premises altogether and go somewhere
else to live and leave us alone with each other!"

She then started explaining.  "Tim will stay home tonight, I
suspect too ashamed even to answer the phone!  A pity, in a way. 
My boy friend from last night wants to meet him!  He was amazed
when I told him how Tim had already made his acquaintance when I
got home.  That in only one day I'd turned my loving, straight
husband into a pansy pervert transsexual who sucks cum out of my
asshole.  'What can I say?' I told him.  'Love conquers all!'  But
I assured him that Tim will never double date with us.  I certainly
don't want a jealous husband ruining my evening or inhibiting my
lovers.  So Tim stays home and meets my gentleman friends only when
I bring home whatever they've left me of themselves."

I wasn't sure how to respond to this.  "Becky, is that what you
want me to do all this week?  Get dressed up and look pretty around
the house while you're out exploring your freedom with some man? 
Then when you get home lick his cum out of your cunt?  Or out of
your rear?  Pleasure you with no reward for me except more of same? 
And maybe you'll stay with me when the week's up, but probably not? 
All week?"

"Oh, I didn't say that, honey.  I said that's what Tim will do if
he insists.  But Teena's another matter.  Teena's glad she's a
girl, isn't she?  Isn't she?"

This was dangerous territory.  I didn't want her to know how
deliciously feminine I really felt after my day's pampering. 
"Yes," I said cautiously.  "Yes, she is." 

"And she's also my dearest friend?"

So I didn't misread that radiant smile of a moment ago!  "I hope
so," I said.  My voice broke.  My eyes actually began to tear.

Becky's voice softened.  "Well, darling, you know what I'm
thinking?  Teena should come with me tonight, if she's feeling
especially girly and wants to explore more of that side of her. 
I'll call my boy friend Frank and ask him to bring another friend
for you.  I know just who."

"What?"  

This was shocking news!  Dumbfounding.  All this feminizing was
indeed for nothing?  A pretext?  "Becky!  What are you telling me!? 
It's all been for nothing?  You didn't get me girlied up in order
to shame me into staying off the streets while you're out on the
town?"

She remained calm, not at all surprised by my outburst.  "That
depends who 'you' are, honey!  Where I'm going a husband is a
liability, but an understanding and venturesome girlfriend could be
an asset.  Especially if she's as cute as you are.  So who are
you?"

I began to see a larger method to the madness I'd endured all day. 
And all yesterday.  

"Ah!  I see the light dawning in your face, lover!" she said. 
"Think about it, Teena. If you're Tim I want you out of the way,
and I know that an effeminate Tim will keep himself out of the way. 
He's such a wimp!  But if you're Teena, how can you feel humiliated
that you look the way you look?  You probably feel as delighted as
I do!  Look at you, soaking here with me in this bubble bath with
your hair up and those sweet little boobies on your chest.  Do you
feel the least bit ashamed?  Or are you pleased?"

I was baffled.  Had I been trapped?  She knew!  

Becky leaned back into her bubbles, amusedly watching different
expressions play across my face.  My counterplot had collapsed. 
She'd known all along that I loved what she'd done to me!  "Oh,
Teena," she said finally.  "I'm sure you've worked it out.  You
must know I've had this in mind the whole time.  Just think for a
moment!  I could have fixed Tim up to look unpresentable to keep
him off the streets any number of ways!  A little red dye on his
lips and a lot of curl in his hair would have done it well enough. 
It was never necessary to do it so thoroughly!  Didn't that ever
occur to you?  Tim would have hidden if I'd only painted purple
stripes on his face!"  

That was true!  My mouth fell open!

"But he's hidden now!  You aren't Tim at all right now, are you? 
You know how pretty you are now, Teena.  You keep trying to pretend
you're ashamed, but I know.  You're so transparent -- it's obvious
that you're delighted!  I stood there watching you chatting and
giggling with your partner in that cosmetics class for some time,
did you know that?  It was wonderful, I was so jealous of her!  You
loved it!  And I'm glad.  I needed to be sure Angela's conditioning
took, that you were delighted to find you were Teena.  Because I
really don't want to humiliate Tim.  Tim's a nice man, and a
decent, hardworking, loving husband, and all that.  It isn't his
fault that he's ... inadequate to my needs."  

I just listened.

"So to answer your question, no, it hasn't all been for nothing! 
Not at all!  The House of Masks forced Tim to make certain ...
accommodations in our marriage and it shook up his male ego a
little.  Since then I've been turning Tim into Teena by degrees,
into someone willing to pretend to be Teena long enough to become
Teena.  I knew after last night that the man who sucked my boy
friend's cum out of my asshole was no man any more even in his own
estimation, but I didn't know if he could become a woman!  Once
stripped of his  masculinity, would he be willing to take on
feminine attributes, in effect let himself be remade into a girl? 
Could he accept that, even take pleasure in it!  Well, that's
what's happened.  You really are Teena, at least right now.  Angela
saw to that!  Don't deny it!"

I couldn't.  Becky was still way ahead of me.  Kevin and Marshall's
trickery had given her an advantage over me, and she'd taken it. 
There was a long silence while she poked idly at bubbles with her
long red fingernails.  I suddenly realized I was doing the same
thing with mine.

"But Becky, why?" I said finally.

Becky took a deep breath and let it all out.  Then she spoke
quietly, from the heart, I could tell.  "Teena, because I'm so
tired of all the duplicity.  The sneaking around corners to spare
people's feelings!  The little evasions.  I've wanted to share my
life with you completely for some a long time now, the way we
shared it when we were first married.  For both of us to have fun,
not just me while you sit at home scheming ways to build your
client list at the expense of those other two men.!  I want you to
enjoy your life the way I do, so thoroughly that you're never
jealous, not even envious!  To do everything I do and share it,
chat and gossip about it with me afterward.  To have everything I
have and feel happy with it!"  She paused, then added, "And
incidentally to get those two men who've been making your life
miserable off your back once and for all!"

My heart swelled to hear Becky talking like that, but I didn't know
what she meant!  "I don't understand.  You mean for the rest of
this week?  You mean like last night?  You mean like yesterday when
I woke up in that House of Masks and found myself on my back with
Kevin and Marshall's cum in my face?  That kind of sharing?"  I
began to get angry.  Finally!

Now Becky's eyes began to fill with tears.  "See, that's where all
this deception has brought us!  You just don't understand!  No,
Teena, not just for the rest of the week.  And not like yesterday
or the night before.  More like last week when you thought I was
attending board meetings.  Like last month in Las Vegas at my
annual sales convention.  Like any time during the past two years
when I've been out with other men, enjoying their company and then
by the end of the evening enjoying their bodies, all the while you
never knew!  Getting fucked unforgettably!  Like lots of times,
honey!  Like last night, when you did know, finally.  Like later
tonight, when you will know!"

"What?" I asked.  My mouth hung open.  My brain had
short-circuited.

"Tonight can be so very special for both of us, honey!  Tonight for
the first time I'll know that you'll know for certain that there's
another man inside me.  And that you've agreed to it, that you've
helped me prepare for it, helped make me pretty for him!   But I
want more than that!  Tonight I want both of us to enjoy that kind
of intimacy!  I want to know that both of us are well-loved, fucked
senseless, not just me!  I want to share my pleasures with the
person who means more to me than anyone else in the world!"

This was too much to take in.  Here was an ardent delaration of
love, Becky telling me that I'm the most meaningful person in her
life!  As she is in  mine!  But ... other men's bodies?  Getting
fucked?  For the past two years?  My Becky?!  

"What?" I asked again.  "What?"  I couldn't speak.  I tried once
more.  "What?"  Nothing!

I started to rise out of the water, to stand up.  But from nowhere
under water came Becky's other foot.  It settled down heavily on my
thigh.  I fell back pinned, still unable to speak.

"Babydoll, listen!  I've tried to tell you, and repeatedly, many
times.  But you've never heard me!  You've never listened!  Now
please do listen, and I'll say this as clearly as I can!  I love
you! I don't regret that I married you for a moment!  But I'm not
fulfilled by you, not at all!  Not ever!  Your little thing is
sweet, and I've always been willing to pleasure it for you, but
there hasn't ever been anything in it for me.  I might have
accepted that, lived with it.  Lots of women do.  But two years ago
I found that there was more to life than just that.  A lot more. 
And I've been living that life ever since!"  

One of Becky's toes began to stroke my little thing lightly under
the soapy water.  I couldn't help it, I started to grow.  A little. 
I closed my eyes.

"It's a sweet clit!" she said.  "A poor excuse for a prick, but any
woman would feel proud to call this her own."

Then still stroking me gently, she began to explain.  "Around two
years ago you got yourself especially absorbed in this competition
thing with your so-called rivals, Kevin and Marshall.  It got
obsessive!  You ignored me for weeks in your effort to steal one of
Kevin's biggest clients!  You remember?"  

Remember?  I did it, too!  How could I ever forget a triumph like
that one!?

"You never came to bed, not for weeks!  Well, when you just about
got that client, Kevin called you here to protest, to intimidate
you maybe.  I could tell right away that he was looking for an
opening, a soft spot.  And I was still feeling hurt, neglected,
remember.  And I answered the phone."  

I remembered.  I didn't want to hear what was coming next.

"You were busy in your study plotting out more plots, so I just
decided to chat with him.  Your rival.  He caught on quick enough,
and we had a lovely conversation about, oh, all sorts of things. 
He can be very charming, very persuasive with women, that man, but
I guess you know that.  It ended when I told him yes, yes I would
go dancing with him that Saturday, wherever he wanted to take me,
and we could make it as late a night as he'd like.  And that
Saturday while you were still home scheming your schemes, we went
to this lovely supper club on top of the Statler Flagship, soft
music and candlelight and flowers and the lights of the city
sparkling far below us, and he'd reserved the Royal Honeymoon Suite
in case I wanted to lie down and rest before I returned home.  And
I certainly did just that.  He did too.  And one thing led to
another, and that night we both got even with you for what you'd
done to him and not done to me.  Never been able to do to me,
really."  

Now Becky's face was dreamy as she lost herself in her own
recollections.  "It was lovely.  I was wearing a thin dress, my
flower print silk, and during our first dance he held me close
against him.  He's taller than you, you know.  It felt strange
looking up to him, reaching my arm up to circle his neck. to draw
his face closer to mine.  To breathe the breath he was breathing,
for the first time since our marriage not your breath.  Within a
minute he'd kissed me lightly on the lips, and his mouth was never
further away after that.  I shuddered!  So terribly exciting!  I'd
run my hands over his shoulders while he held me and we weaved
together.  He has marvelous hard body, all muscles and sinews that
rippled wherever I touched him.  He felt like one huge hard-on!"

Her toes on my cock moved as dreamily as the expression on her
face.  

"During a slow dance I felt his ... member press warm against my
belly from down near my crotch and all the way up to my ribs. 
Unbelieveable!  And whenever I moved and my silk dress and my belly
slid across it, it throbbed!  I could feel it throb!   I asked
Kevin playfully if he kept a rolled up newspaper in there, and he
put my hand into his pants so I could see for myself.  Well, I
did."  

Her legs lay heavily on top of mine under water, and her toes were
still teasing my little prick to full erection.  I still couldn't
move.  My eyes were closed, but that didn't turn off the sound of
her voice.  I had to listen.

"It was so huge, Teena!  I've got to tell you that!  You have no
idea!  And hot, and soft, yet so rigid, and almost constantly
throbbing!  I tell you, Teena, I almost went down on him then and
there on the dance floor, I didn't need any more persuasion.  After
our second dance we went straight down to the Suite he'd reserved. 
And well, it was glorious.  I'll never forget how I felt when I
managed to get his pants down, and he stood there and I just looked
at that proud tower he'd dedicated to my exclusive use that
evening.  I felt so privileged!  So grateful!  I knelt and kissed
the tip.  Gently.  Respectfully.  Here was a man!"

She paused, obviously remembering.  I was desperate to change the
topic, but to what?  "So?" I said.  I tried to make it sound as if
I meant "No big deal!" but what came out was a breathless sound
like "More, don't stop now!" 

She didn't.  "Then I'm afraid I went over the edge.  Hours and
hours of passionate fucking.  All the more enjoyable because after
all those weeks of you being much too busy to come to bed with me,
you were being fucked too, by both of us!  That felt so good!"  

"Part way through the evening he wondered why I was so amazed by
his size.  So I told him that he's a lot longer and thicker soft
than my husband is when fully erect.  Well, he is, Teena!  That
seemed to amuse him.  I remember telling him that after I'd been
stretched out wide by his huge sausage, my Tiny Tim's tiny thing
wouldn't be any use to me at all.  'It hardly ever got much past my
labia and into my vagina anyhow,' I told him.  'Now I'll never be
able to feel it.  It's practically a clit.'  Well, it is, Teena! 
Isn't it?  And now that's just what it is!  No more nor less!"  

She slid one foot up and down my cock, now enraged and bone-stiff. 
For the last time?  I opened my eyes and looked down, but I
couldn't see it at all -- it was under the bubbles, and anyhow her
big toe completely hid it.  "For some reason he liked that name,
'Tiny Tim,' she added.  "That's how he referred to you all the rest
of that Spring and most of the summer, whenever we met to make
love, and that was pretty often.  I didn't mind.  I had my
King-size Kevin for fucking and my Tiny Tim for affection, the best
of both worlds.  But I did feel a little guilty even then that you
weren't also enjoying great sex."

I listened.  Becky was speaking through fragrant vapor, her voice
musically lulling.

"When I got home that first night you were only then getting ready
for bed, and when we settled in you wanted to go down on me.  The
way you often wanted to, to warm me up when we found that your
little dick never could do it by itself?  And I'd let you, because
what else was there in it for me?"  

My clit felt nice as a toe swept over it.

"Well, Kevin's juices were pouring out of me!  I mean, get Kevin
going and he'll cum into you over and over, and I'd kept my legs
high in the air in between fucks from sheer joy!  On my way home my
panties got drenched and my bottom got soaked and the car seat too,
and there was lots and lots of his goop still inside me.  And there
I was, stretched out like an old girdle and oozing an ocean,, and
you wanted to lick me and then as best you could put your pencil
stub into me and fuck me."

I'd opened my eyes by now, because now she was looking directly at
me.  Talking to me.

"My first thought was, it would serve you right to slurp your
arch-rival out of me, all that thick cum of his, and I was thinking
maybe I'd even tell you what you'd done afterward.  That'd mess
your mind!  Tell you why it was that when you put yourself into me
you didn't feel anything, why it felt like someone tossing a pebble
into a well!  But I realized that I wanted more of Kevin, much
more, and much often often. So I decided to keep my relationship
with Kevin a secret and let you enjoy your ignorance.  So I quit
letting you give me head right then and there.  And now you know
why."  

She paused and waited.  "I guess I do," I said finally.  Reassured
that I was manageable despite these revelations, not crazed, she
went on.

"But I'd remain true to you, I decided.  You'd be my only Tiny Tim. 
I'd have nothing to do with other men your size, I'd fuck no one
you could ever feel competitive with.  Only men so well hung, so
far out of your league that you'd never dream they even existed. 
And never know that women could find so much joy in them!"

She paused and her mouth settled into some secret thought, though
her eyes continued to look directly at me.  She was teaching me
some kind of lesson, I decided.  I needed to stay attentive, so I
looked back directly into her eyes, and she looked satisfied.  Her
toes suddenly curled onto my turgid clit, and gripped it, and began
to pull on it. Seriously.  

"Yes," she said.  "When I think about men like Kevin, made and
equipped to please women, I know that my Tim is almost of another
species.  Kevin's a real man!  We met repeatedly, I couldn't get
enough of that thing of his!  When I finally decided I would let
you lick his cum after all, why should I deny you when I loved the
flavor myself, you'd stopped asking me, and it didn't seem fair for
me to suggest it.  Kevin kept urging me to feed it to you, but I
just wouldn't.  Not until night before last, when we decided that
would be his birthday present to you.  You did enjoy it, didn't
you?"  

I shook my head 'No,' but she didn't see it.  She'd closed her eyes
to concentrate more attentively on stroking my penis with her feet. 
A sweet pleasure was now soaking out of that area into my belly. 
Some of it went to my head.  "Mmmmmmm!" I said luxuriously.  

"I'm glad," she said.  "I knew you would!  You're such a pussycat!" 
She looked satisfied, and continued.

"Well, you know men.  Kevin was always too big for his britches a
couple of ways, a wiseass.  I didn't want him ever to feel that he
owned me, so after a few more months I stopped seeing him and took
on his partner Marshall instead.  Marshall was so easy!  I met him
on the street, and gave him the faintest signal, and all of his
plans for the day went on hold, and he obediently followed me into
a nearby hotel.  There's where we met during the next couple of
weeks, until I wore him out.  He'd do whatever I wanted.  You have
no idea what I made him crawl through.  The feeling of power a girl
getst when she's got a man tied a man up tight and he's terrified
and  ...  oh, well, never mind, Teena.  Did you know that he has a
birthmark on the tip of his prick?  It's so cute!  I loved
tormenting it!  Pricks come in so many shapes as well as sizes, did
you know that?"

Again I shook my head 'no.'  She saw this time.

"No, how could you?" Becky went on.  "You aren't a cocksucker yet,
are you, honey.  Only a cumsucker.  Poor dear.  Well, Marshall's
also way out of your league, Teena!  Really big!  And since
Marshall I've tried lots of other men, and I've kept the good ones
and thrown the little ones back!  I've dated guys almost as small
as you, baby, you can't ever estimate by a man's looks.  I'd feel
them, and then they'd get a goodnight kiss and thanks for the
dinner, or opera, or whatever it was, and I'd never see them again. 
Never even jerked them off."  

Her eyes grew reminiscent again.  "But I've dated lots of the other
kind too!  Talk about heaven?  Think of it, Teena, the joy of it! 
For two years I've been getting majestically, royally fucked by all
sorts of gifted hunks and studs, and then coming home to a husband
who's as loving and dependable and sweet as my other men are lusty
and long-lasting and huge.  A nice man, even if as a lover not
really fit to hold their condoms."  

"But it was sad, too.  We were no longer partners, sharing
everything with each other the way we hadd earlier. I didn't want
to hurt you, so I couldn't tell you.  Does it disturb you, honey,
that I'm telling you now?"

How could I answer that?  

"I couldn't tell you then, now could I?  It would've saddened you,
enraged you, even maybe put our marriage at risk.  And really,
there was no need for you to know, because there was nothing you
could do about it anyhow, because whether you knew about it or not
I didn't mean to quit!  I'm sorry now that I had to deny you the
cuntlicking that used to give both of us so much pleasure.  That
I'd weaned you away from it.  That was sad.  I regret those times
I'd come home with a pussy full of cream and when you'd ask to lick
me, I'd have to refuse you.  Instead of other men's cum I had to
feed you excuses, because otherwise you'd have figured it out
eventually, and I never wanted to hurt you!  I love you!  And then
you stopped asking me.  In some ways that was saddest of all."

My clitoral prick was now throbbing, as her feet voluptuously slid
over it.  I wanted to kiss those toes, I felt so good.  So grateful
to her!

"Well, for this thirtieth birthday my first idea was to make it all
up to you.  It wasn't your fault, really.  It was time you knew
about me.  Time you figured it out for yourself and got used to the
idea.  So we could work into a new relationship, one with other men
pumping into me and you sucking them out of me.  That would be
perfect.  I did want to feel your head between my legs again!  I
did so want honesty between us!  I missed you, lover!"

Her foot kept rubbing on me, inexorably.  I stopped breathing.

"But that wasn't enough!  I wanted to share my men with my husband. 
So I'd know when we were coming home and getting into bed and
falling asleep that the same sperm swimming in my pussy were
wriggling around around in his tummy, that the same taste in my
mouth was in his mouth, the same jism was coating both our lips! 
And more!  When I was being stretched out and stuffed full by one
of them, I wanted him to know how that feels too!  To feel as
stretched out!  And afterward to make girl-talk about it all, share
everything with each other, re-live the best moments!  But how
could I?  There was no Teena!  Only Tim, a man.  And Tim would
never agree!  He'd feel devastated even to know!"

"Now, I couldn't just up and ask my husband to suck another man's
cock, or swallow another man's cum, or let his ass get pumped until
another man's squirtings filled his guts, now, could I?  So I
decided, better to break it to you a different way.  More
gradually.  To preoccupy you with guilt for being unfaithful to me,
somehow, to make you eager to placate me, to understand why I want
to see other men, better men.  Then help you want to share my life
with me.  So I told Kevin what I wanted.  And we talked about it,
and then he arranged it, your birthday party at the House of
Masks."  

She was looking straight at me now.  "Kevin and Marshall are
unimaginative.  They thought one of the cute young girls there
should mount you while you were tied up, so your first round of cum
would be sipped from a fresh pink pussy and be really adulterous. 
Then I'd show up and you'd be found out.  But I'm glad we did it
this way.  I did so enjoy your tongue servicing my slit again the
way it once did, and of course I loved acquiring cum from your
rivals and feeding it to you.  Making sure the whole time that you
were writhing in humiliation!  So unbalanced you'd feel compelled
to follow me on my next date, so uncomfortable in your masculinity
you'd be intimidated by the least hinto of feminizing.  And that
would give credibility to visiting Angela for your super-make-over. 
Now maybe you will be willing to live as a woman for the rest of
your life.  Do you mind?"

What could I say?

"Tim would object.  But not you, Teena!  You understand!  You do
understand!  You've crossed over!  You're a new woman with a whole
new life.  And when your new hormones make your old erections a
memory, you'll have no other life!"  

"Mmmmmmmm!"  I said.  The sensations in my penis were growing
stronger.

"But we have only tonight to get that life launched!  Angela tells
me that tomorrow your tranquillers and hypnodrugs will all be
metabolized.  That's when you'll fully realize what's been done to
you.  Now all your conditioning tells you you're Teena, a
self-confident woman.  Tomorrow a ghost of Tim will wake up to
discover that his body is no longer what it was and won't ever be
again.  Tim will wake up in Teena's body, and he won't be happy
about it.  But I want Tim to like what he discovers.  I want him to
want to be Teena when he wakes up.  And be Teena!  For always!"


end 6/9
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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