Dana came back that evening as well as 3 more times on Sunday. When she came back Sunday evening Dana fed me and then took off my wet diaper but didn't put a new one on.

"Joannie, your time as a baby is over. I hope you have learned your lesson. If you can behave like a nice young lady and not throw any more tantrums then I will treat you like a young lady. But if you do start acting like a baby again, just remember that next time it will be for a week, and that you will have to go to work dressed in a diaper. I hope you have learned your lesson. When I leave I am going to release and let you take a shower and get back into your girlie clothes. Be in bed by 10 p.m. and get up at 5:30 a.m. so you can get your chores done. I will talk to you tomorrow."

Dana released me and left. I quickly jumped in the shower, painted my toes and fingernails, dressed in my nightie and ate a huge dinner. I went to bed on time and relished a good night's sleep. I got out of bed at 5:28 and the phone rang at 5:30 sharp.

"Joannie, I hope you enjoyed you sleep. I would like you to put on you French maid's outfit now and scrub your bathroom and kitchen floor with a toothbrush. Make sure you get every nook and cranny. Bachelor's may live as slobs, but it is unbecoming for an attractive young lady to do so. When you finish that take a shower, put on your pink undies and your white pantyhose. When you leave work tonight be sure to stop by and see Stephanie at the tanning salon. Be sure to pack the same clothes you wore last time so you can develop your tan lines. I will give you an extra half hour to get that done, so be home by 6:30 tonight."

I quickly did my chores and then changed into my clothes for work. When I arrived at work the first person I ran into was Paul.

"Hi," I said and quickly started to head for my office.

"John, what got into you yesterday? Why do I really care who broke up with whom? Why do you care if I think badly of Dana. I have heard of guys being pussy whipped by their girlfriends, but not by their ex- girlfriends."

At that moment Laurie happened to walked by looking absolutely gorgeous in her red dress. I had hoped she had not heard our conversation but I was wrong.

"John, I am sorry I didn't know you had a girlfriend or I would not have suggested going out last Friday."

"That's alright Laurie, Dana and I are broken up."

"I am sorry to hear that, but from what I heard it seems for the best. I agree with Paul, a guy, if he is going to be pussy whipped should only be whipped by his current girlfriend," Laurie said with a sly, flirtatious smile

"Are we still on for this weekend," she asked.

"Sure, how about Friday after work?"

"That's fine if you are sure Dana won't mind," she said sarcastically as she walked away.

Little did she know how much Dana "would mind" me dating the girl who was part of the reason we broke up in the first place. I had a week to come up with a plan or I was a dead man. Work dragged on, partly because I couldn't wait to get home where no one could accidentally discover my undergarments or my chastity belt. After work I went by the tanning salon as instructed.

"Hey Joannie, how are you doing? I thought I would have seen you over the weekend," Stephanie said as I walked through the door.

A couple customers looked at her and then at me wondering why she call me 'Joannie'. I am sure they must have misheard her until she pulled my name up on the account.

"Let's see Joannie, you have a lot left on your package. You will be in room 5 today for 15 minutes - enjoy."

As I started to walk away she said, "You forgot your little stickers 'slut' and 'Joannie'. Dana dropped a bunch by this morning."

I quickly walked to room 5 with my head dropped for I knew the other customers were looking at me. When I finished I quickly went home and arrived at 6:15 in plenty of time. At exactly 6:30 the phone rang and it was, of course, Dana.

"Joannie, I hope you are getting dressed. I will be over in a little bit. Why don't you keep on your pink panties and white stockings and put on you red skirt, powder blue blouse and your 4" red heels. I will see you soon."

Dana arrived at 7:30 with a bunch of videotapes in her hand. She placed them on the coffee table and then sat on my couch and invited me to sit next to her.

"My, don't you look pretty. You are slowly turning into a beautiful young lady. But there is a lot more to being beautiful than just a pretty face. You must also begin to think and act like a woman. That is what these tapes are for. I know that in the past you always made fun of 'chick flicks' and would never watch them with me, but that was before you were a 'chick'. I think we need to make up for lost time. I have brought over a few of my favorite movies, and I know that you will appreciate them too, Joannie. The first one we are going to watch is 'Beaches'. All girls just love this movie, and I am sure you will fall in love with this too. So just sit back, kick off your shoes, or should I say heels, and enjoy. Dana had me put the tape in and together we watched Bette Midler in 'Beaches'. During the movie I saw a few tears come to Dana's eyes, and I noticed she was watching me to see if I too was crying. When it was over Dana told me to turn it off so we could talk.

"Joannie, isn't that a great movie?"

"Yes. I liked it." That was my only safe response.

"Then why weren't you crying at all?"

"Guys don't cry...!" before I could stop myself I made a major blunder.

"What's that Joannie? You still think you are a guy?"

"No, Dana. I didn't mean to say that."

"I am sure you didn't mean to say it, I don't think that you are that stupid, but you did say it and we need to do something about that. I think I have the perfect solution. Let's pretend that you are back in college and that you need to write a paper. I just loved writing papers, didn't you? I was an English Major you know. The topic of your paper will be: Why girls would cry during the movie 'Beaches'. Let's say a 1000 word paper, double spaced. As my professors were fond of saying, 'a paper should be like a woman's skirt; long enough to cover the subject and short enough to keep it interesting.' I am sure that being a woman now, that phrase has all sorts of new meaning for you. The paper will be due Friday evening at 8:00 and remember that spelling and grammar count. If it is not done well then it will 2000 words the next time. I will leave you now and let you get started on your homework. Be sure to have the lights out and be in bed by 10 p.m. Talk to you soon, bye."

As Dana left I couldn't believe what she was making me do. She was treating me like a student giving me homework, no less on why girls cry! I pouted for a bit and then pulled out a notebook jotting down ideas for my assignment due on Friday.

After finishing jotting down a few notes for the paper due on Friday I went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I took a shower, shaved my legs and underarms, and then put on my teddy and got into bed. As I lay there wearing my lingerie as Joannie, my prick told me that I was still John. I began to think of Laurie but as soon as I started to get arouse my 'cage' quickly tempered such thoughts with a jolt of pain. The cage was the 'ever vigilant' guard of my actions as well as my thoughts. Even in prison the guards are not watching their prisoners 24/7, but my guard never sleeps and is always diligent in her singular task of controlling my manhood. I set my alarm for 5:30 and fell off to sleep dreading what tomorrow would bring.

The next morning, shortly after I got up, the phone rang and I knew it was Dana.

"Good morning, Joannie. I hope you slept well. I won't keep you long for I know you have some chores to do before you leave for work. I just wanted to tell you that I have a surprise for you today after work, so make sure that you are home by 6:00. Well hurry up and get ready so you can get your chores done before you leave. See you soon."

I thought to myself what kind of surprise could she have for me now as I dressed in my maid's outfit and did my assigned tasks. As I left for work looking like a man on the outside but wearing lingerie underneath I once again wondered how long I could keep up this charade before somebody accidentally found out.

When I arrived at work the first person I ran into was Laurie. As always she was dressed like a goddess. Laurie approached me in a hurried fashion.

"Good morning, John. Sorry I can't stand here and chat with you. I have to run an errand for the boss. I hope we are still on for this Friday."

"Sure, Laurie. I very much look forward to going out with you," I said as Laurie was racing out the door.

I still didn't have a clue how I was going to arrange this clandestine meeting with Laurie without Dana finding out, but I still had a few days to work on that. Work went by slowly and for once I was glad about that for I much rather be here than experiencing first hand Dana's newest surprise for me.

I left work at exactly 5:00 for I knew I couldn't risk disobeying Dana. When I arrived home I noticed Dana's car in front and knew that the 'surprise' was more than likely already awaiting me.

"Hello, Joannie. Why don't you quickly change into the clothes I have laid out for you in your bedroom. And don't forget to put on your make- up. Don't take forever. I know that it often takes women so long to get ready, but it's only us girls so don't worry about trying to impress anyone.

As I walked into my bedroom I noticed a simple pair of white cotton panties, a white bra and a pair of overalls. I put on my make-up, changed into my clothes and then returned to Dana who was in the Living Room. Next to her was a pile of something draped underneath a large tarp.

"Joannie, what is your favorite color?"

"Dana, you know that my favor color is green."

"I wasn't asking what John's favorite color was, I am asking what is Joannie's favorite color. Be careful how you answer; remember you are now a girl and you should have a girlie color."

"I like Pink," I said reluctantly and with some trepidation.

"What shade of pink?"

"Hot Pink?" I said more like a question than a statement.

"Is that a question or an answer?"

"I like hot pink" I said for it was my only safe choice.

"I am glad to hear that, Joannie. That's exactly what I thought you would say."

With that Dana quickly pulled back the tarp and revealed a couple of gallons of paint as well as a number of painting supplies.

"Joannie, I know these past several days have not been easy for you, and you have been such a good girl lately that I thought I would give you a little present. This is the new paint for your bedroom. It's hot pink, you're favorite color! We are going to paint your bedroom tonight and if we work quickly we'll have it done before your bedtime."

I couldn't believe my eyes or ears. Not only has Dana imprisoned my manhood, dressed me in feminine clothes, and monitored my house 24/7, she now was going to make me live in a little girl's room.

We first cleared out all the furniture and took everything off the walls and then laid down the tarps. When I opened the can of paint I was surprised at how pink it really was. It had taken me quite a while to get my room the way I liked it and now Dana was changing all that overnight. With the first stripe of pink paint from the roller over my green walls I let out an audible gasp that Dana must have heard.

"It's alright, Joannie. You can cry if you want to. I know that they would be tears of happiness, for after all what little girl wouldn't want a bright hot pink room?"

As we painted for the next couple of hours I saw my green walls being eaten by the hot pink paint. Around 9:00 we finished and Dana had me clean the paint brushes and rollers, and then had me put all the supplies in the basement with the comment that we never know when we might need them again. I then proceeded to carry my stuff back into bedroom.

"Joannie, what are you doing?"

"I am putting my stuff back."

"Do you really think that we painted this room pink and made it so pretty so that you could put all that old junk back in there? You may set up your computer so that I can monitor you but the rest of that stuff has to go. I have a man from the Salvation Army coming tomorrow to pick all this up. I told him that I would meet him around 9:00 a.m. while you are at work. For tonight I brought over a sleeping bag for you."

Dana produced a 'Little Mermaid' sleeping bag and laid it in the middle of my now empty bedroom.

"You may sleep in this tonight. I have also bought you a present - well actually you bought it, I just used your credit card, but it's the thought that counts- a new nightgown. I got it from Jenny at the Lingerie store. She said that it would fit you perfectly for she special ordered it from a catalog that caters to sissy men. Don't you just love it?"

It was a nightgown with a picture of the 'Little Mermaid' on the front, which matched my sleeping bag perfectly.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you Dana," I said reluctantly. "It is just lovely."

"Joannie, it's getting late and you need to get ready for bed. Hurry up and take a shower and put on your new nightgown. I am going to go home. When you get out of the shower make sure that the computer is hooked up. I want to see you in your new outfit before you go to bed. I'll talk to you later." With that Dana left me alone in my newly painted bedroom.

I took my shower and spent extra time making sure that I removed all evidence of the pink paint from my body. I then stepped into my new nightgown and started to set up the computer. At exactly 9:59 Dana called.

"Joannie, you look great, and your room looks so much better. You have worked hard tonight and deserve a little break. Tomorrow you can sleep in until 7:00 and skip your chores. I will see you tomorrow. Good night and don't let the bed bugs bite."

I turned off the lights and got into my 'Little Mermaid' sleeping bag. But even with the lights off it seemed my room still glowed from the hot pink paint. I was tired and quickly fell asleep. The next morning I woke at 7:00 and got ready for work. As usual Dana called in the morning and told me that she would see me tonight when I got home. She also reminded me that I had a 5:15 tanning appointment. At work I tried to avoid everyone, especially Laurie. When I left at 5:00 I ran into Paul walking out the door.

"John, how are you doing? I don't seem to see as much of you anymore? Is everything alright?"

"Paul, everything is fine. I just have a lot on my mind. I'll see you later." Little did Paul know how much my life has changed over these past couple of weeks. I arrived home at 5:59 barely making it by 6:00.

"Joannie, you are cutting it kind of close aren't you?"

"I'm sorry Dana. It took a little longer at the tanning salon than I thought."

"Well close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to, I have another surprise for you." Dana led me around the house and then into the bedroom and said, "You can open your eyes."

I was floored. My once masculine bedroom had been totally transformed. She had bought, with my money, no less, a whole new bedroom set of white furniture adorned with roses and flowers. I had a wrought iron day bed against one wall with a flowery comforter on top. In addition to the comforter were a lot of pillows and stuffed animals. There were also a couple of dressers, and the one had a large mirror on the top. In one corner there was a full-length mirror and in the other corner there was a vanity table where I could sit to put on my makeup. The furniture was bad enough but the decorations were even worse. The walls were covered with all sorts of things one would expect to find in a teenage girl's bedroom. There were posters of the latest rock groups along with pin-up posters of guys posing in jeans without their shirts on. There were even blocked letters that spelt 'Joannie's Room'.

"How do you like it?"

I was too stunned to speak. I just stood there gazing at what used to be my bedroom.

"Joannie, what's wrong? I thought you would love it."

"Dana, what have you done?"

"Careful Joannie. Just because we are becoming girlfriends don't forget who is in charge of whom."

"Dana, please stop all of this. I am so sorry for what I did to hurt you. But enough is enough. I can't take it anymore. You got to let me go. It's not fair making me live like this. What gives you the right to control me and everything I do!"

"Joannie, what's wrong with you? I thought we were doing so well."

"What do you mean what's wrong with me? I no longer have a life and things may be going well for you but not for me."

"Joannie, just sit back and collect your thoughts for a while. Just listen to me while I talk. You are in the situation you are because you were a jerk to me. You say that what is happening to you is not fair, but I must disagree. You strung me along for two years and that wasn't fair. You took 2 years from me and now I am taking that from you. Actually I am taking almost 2 1/2 years, but that last 6 months is of your own doing. I control you for I can. You are wearing a chastity belt that you will never be able to remove without the key and I am the key holder.

If you ever, and I mean ever, cum again it will be at my discretion and at my whim. Do you really want to chance making me mad enough that I destroy that key? Think about it John, and I do mean John, not Joannie. If I destroy that key you will never experience the joy of orgasm again. You will die an old man with a dick that has shriveled up due to atrophy. Do you really want to never experience the joy of cumming again? Do you never want to feel again a hot tongue going up and down your penis or the pleasure of a warm, moist pussy encasing your prick.

John you forget I was your 'so called' girlfriend for 2 years. I know how much you enjoy cumming and I know the thought of living the rest of your life without that joy absolutely terrifies you. And besides all that do you really want your family, friends, co-workers, and for that matter the whole world, to know the life you have been living. I have enough on tape to ruin you forever. John, think about all that. If you want this to end then just walk out the door and see what happens. If you want to remain Joannie until I release you, after you have paid your debt, then tell me how much you appreciate everything I have done for you. Will the next voice I hear be John or Joannie? If it is John then prepare to live your life caged and humiliated and if it is Joannie then I will forget this little escapade ever happened, but it better never happen again. You have a big choice to make."

"Dana, thank you for making my room so beautiful," I said, for it was my only real option. "I am a lucky girl to have such a beautiful room. It is absolutely wonderful!"

"Joannie, do you really like it?"

"Dana, it is everything I ever wanted. I wish everyone could see how beautiful it is!" After saying that I thought I had gone a little too far. I didn't want to give Dana any ideas.

"Joannie, I am so glad you love it. I worked really hard getting it all ready for you. Well, I have to go and get some things done. I'll leave you to admire your new room. And remember that paper is due Friday evening. I look forward to reading it. I'll talk to you later, bye."

When Dana left I sat on my new bed with all the frilly extras and thought about what she had said, and she was absolutely right. She knew me so well. The thought of never cumming again did indeed terrify me. I didn't know how I was going to survive the next 2 years without release, but I knew that as difficult as this would be living life without EVER cumming again would be impossible, and Dana knew that so well. She had me where she wanted me and I was totally helpless. I so much wanted to get out of this damn belt but I now knew without a doubt that my only chance of release lay (no pun intended) in Dana's Hands. With that thought permeating all of my thoughts I put pen to paper and started to write my paper on why girls cry.

Around 9:50 that evening Dana called and said that she had been watching me over the computer the last couple of hours and was impressed and happy with how hard I was working on my paper.

"Joannie, I am very much looking forward to reading your paper. I will be over around 7:00 Friday evening for dinner so be sure to fix something extra special and wear that cute little black evening dress you bought for dinner. And by the way I forgot to tell you that my mother invited you to our family picnic this Saturday. I hope you can come - you see they still think that you love me and that I am your girlfriend. Pick me up at noon on Saturday and be sure to pack a nice picnic lunch for us. I will see you Friday at 7:00. Good night, Joannie."

What was I going to do? I very much wanted to go out with Laurie on Friday but I now realized that this was going to be quite impossible. I needed more time to come up with some plan on how Laurie and I might be able to go out in the future, but for now I was too well monitored. I knew that I would have to come up with some plausible excuse on how to break our date.

When I got up Friday morning I did my chores as usual and got to work a few minutes early. I met Paul and told him that I really needed his help. I told him about Laurie and how I had to break our date this evening. Thank God Paul is not the nosy type, he didn't even ask why. He truly thought that a guy shouldn't have to justify himself to another guy and that he shouldn't have to explain his actions to any woman. My plan was to go into the bathroom around 3:00 and put my head under the hand dryer in the bathroom a few times to make me look red in the face and to really sweat. I was then going to come out of the bathroom and talk to Paul making sure Laurie was close enough to hear.

"John, what's wrong? You look awful."

"Ya, Paul, I feel like shit. I just threw up in the bathroom and I think I have a fever."

"Why don't you go home early and go to bed?"

"I can't. I promised Laurie I would go out with her after work and I already had to break one date and ..."

"John, I heard you and Paul from my office," Laurie said. "You do look like crap, sorry, but it's true. What kind of girl do you think I am? Of course I wouldn't be upset if you went home and got some rest. Disappointed yes, but not upset or angry. I hope it's not the flu. Go home and go to bed. Hopefully, you'll be better on Monday. See you then, now go home and take care of yourself."

The plan worked like a charm although I didn't know how many more times I could plausibly put Laurie off without the risk of her losing interest.

I arrived home and began to cook dinner and put the final touches on my paper. I changed into my black evening gown and met Dana at the door when she arrived.

"Joannie, what a lovely table you set. You really didn't need to set the table so elegantly with candles and all. And you got so dressed up for me - what a nice surprise."

It took control not to shout back, "What are you talking about? You told me to do all this!" But instead I meekly replied, "It's nothing. And I like dressing up for you."

"Well why don't we sit down and eat."

During dinner Dana made casual conversation about her day and we talked about all sorts of 'girly' things as though it was nothing out of the ordinary. After dinner I served dessert and then Dana was interested in hearing my paper.

"Joannie, why don't we move into the living room so I can sit comfortably while you present your paper. And please bring me a glass of white wine."

We moved into the living room and Dana removed her heels and sat on her legs at the end of my couch sipping on her wine as she motioned for me to read my paper.

"You want me to read it out loud?"

"Of course silly. I think it will be better if you read it to me. This way I can hear the subtleties of the author come forward."

"When one goes to ..."

"Joannie, is that how you began a paper in school? I don't think so. Now start over and do it right."

"Why Girls Cry by Joannie. When one goes to the movies, especially what modern society has labeled as the 'Chick' movie, one often can notice a tear or two trickling down a young girl's face. This may cause a boy to chuckle to himself wondering why the female of the species is so weak, but in reality tears are not a sign of weakness, but rather a mark of strength. Deep within the soul of a woman there is a fountain of strength that their male counterpart will never experience or understand. Tears are simply the manifestation of this inner strength and beauty. When a man looks at the world he sees the world as it is, but when a woman looks as the world she sees the world not only as it is, but also how it could be. She is able to see beyond the purely physical landscape of the world and can envision how this landscape is merely the background on which a much greater story unfolds, the story of interpersonal relationships. The man operates on the level of sight and sound, while the female operates on the level of beauty and love...."

"Very, very good Joannie. I am truly impressed. You even brought a tear to my eye. There is hope yet that you will make a splendid female before all this is over. I hope you keep up the good work. I must now go home and get ready for our picnic tomorrow. Be sure to pick me up by noon and under your shorts just wear a pair of white cotton panties. And before you come by my place be sure to stop by the tanning salon - we need to work on those bikini lines. See you tomorrow, good night."

The next morning I awoke and did all my chores before going to the tanning salon. I arrived at Dana's at 11:55 and we arrived at the picnic at 12:30. As we were driving there Dana laid down the ground rules for me. She wouldn't address me as 'Joannie' but neither would she call me 'John'. If I wanted to do anything I would need to ask her permission and if she were talking with somebody then I would have to patiently wait. She informed me that if I violated these rules then her family would be the first to witness 'Joannie's coming out party'.

When we arrived, I was greeted by her mother with a big hug.

"How are you doing John," Dana's mother inquired. "It has been a while since I've seen you. What have you been up to?"

"Oh I've just been busy."

We joined her other relatives under the pavilion at the park. Dana has a large family. She has 3 brothers and 2 sisters and untold cousins, aunts and uncles. There must have been close to 60 people at this picnic when we arrived. We ate lunch with her brother Mike and his wife Cheryl, and her sister Beth and her husband Mark. After everyone ate lunch people started to organize different activities.

Dana's brother Mike went around trying to organize a softball game for the guys. When he returned back to our table to get his glove he asked me if I wanted to play. I didn't know what to say. I looked to Dana for help but got none.

"Hey John, do you want to play. I know how much you like it. You are always our star pitcher."

"I don't know," I replied stalling for time and assistance.

"Come on," Mike said, "I am sure that Dana wouldn't mind. All the girls are just going to stay here and talk anyway."

"Dana do you care if I play softball?"

"Is that a request? It doesn't sound like one. It sounds like you are merely informing me of what you have already decided," Dana said.

"Come on, Dana," Mike replied. "Who are you, his mother, that he has to ask you if he can go out and play or not?"

"I don't know what he thinks I am Mike," Dana replied. "I just think it would be nice if considered my feelings before he always jumped up and did what he wanted."

"Dana, may I please play softball with Mike and the guys?"

Before Dana had a chance to answer Mike chimed in, "What are you doing John? If you want to play, then play. If you don't, then don't. You don't need my baby sister telling you what you can or can't do!"

I wished that Mike would just drop the subject and let Dana and I talk.

"Is that right," Dana said to me. "You don't think you should do what I want?"

"Dana, may I please play softball with Mike and the guys?"

"No. I don't think you should play softball today. Why don't you just stay here with me and the girls and chat."

"Well, John? Are you going to play or not?" Mike asked.

"I am sorry, but I think I'll sit this game out."

"I can't believe it," Mike said with a sigh. "Who would have thunk that they would have seen the day that John would have to ask my baby sister for permission to play softball with the guys? I hope you enjoy your times with the ladies." With that said Mike and Mark went off to play leaving me at the table with Dana, Beth and Cheryl.

"Dana, what's got into you?" her sister Beth asked.

"I have never seen you like this before," Cheryl chimed in.

"I just thought it was about time I looked after myself and my needs," Dana said.

"Doesn't John mind this?" Beth said as though I wasn't even there.

"Ask him yourself?"

"John, do you always listen to what Dana says?" Beth inquired

I didn't know how to answer this question without this conversation leading places I did not want it to go.

"Why don't you answer her," Dana asked.

"Yes, I do Beth. I respect Dana and care about her feelings." I thought that this was safe since it made me look like the very considerate and sensitive man.

"Well I still can't believe it," Beth went on. "I agree with Mike. Who would have thought that the baby of the family would have such control over a man like Mike?"

"Dana, how do you do it?" Cheryl inquired. "I would love to have such control over Mike."

"Me too. I would love for Mark to consider my feelings every now and then," Beth said.

"It's really not that difficult," Dana replied. "You just have to show them that life will be much easier for them if they do things your way instead of theirs."

"What are you guys talking about?" Emily, Dana's oldest sister, said.

"We are talking about how Dana has John pussy whipped," Beth replied.

In no time at all there was a crowd of women at our table. They began to talk about Dana and how she has me under her thumb. As the discussion got heated Dana gave me new instructions.

"Why don't you go over there and play with the kids? They need someone to help them swing the rope for jump rope," Dana said to me.

As I was walking over there I heard women saying, "It really is true...! He does do everything she asks...he must really be pussy whipped...how can I get my husband to do this..."

After about thirty minutes of playing with the kids I really had to pee. I was tempted to go to the bathroom but I didn't want to do so without permission. But every time I glanced at Dana there seemed to be a larger crowd around her. I waited as long as I could but I eventually had to ask permission or go in my pants. When I got to the table everyone had dispersed but Dana, Beth, Cheryl and Emily.

"What's wrong John, are you tired of playing with the kids?" Emily asked

"No. I just had to go to the bathroom."

"Why don't you just go then? Why do we need to know this? This is way too much information," Beth said.

"Has Johnny come to ask Dana for permission?'' Cheryl mockingly said.

"Come on Cheryl, no guy is that whipped," Emily said.

"Can I help you?" Dana said to me.

As much as I had to go I couldn't bring myself to ask for permission now.

"No. I just came over to tell you how great this picnic is."

"I thought you had to use the bathroom?" Cheryl said.

"Here, have another beer," Dana said.

She had to know by the way I was hopping around how desperate I was but she gave no indication of this.

"Now go back and play with the kids while us girls talk," Dana said.

I drank my beer and that only increased the pressure on my poor bladder. Another 30 minutes later and I was in legitimate pain. I once again approached Dana and the ladies but this time they didn't even seem to acknowledge presence. It was a full 10 minutes before Emily said, "Dana, I think John wants to ask you something."

"Yes," Dana dramatically said.

"May I please use the bathroom?"

"You may. And when you are finished why don't you go play ball with the men. I think they would like that."

As I ran to the bathroom I heard Emily saying, "Cheryl, you were right. He came to ask Dana for permission to go to the bathroom."

I relieved myself for what seemed like hours and it felt so, so good. When I finished I walked over to the game knowing that I would get further abuse.

"Hey guys, look whose come to join us," Mike said. "Are you sure Dana doesn't mind? We wouldn't want you to get in trouble for playing with the big boys."

The picnic, mercifully, came to an end around 7:30 and Dana and I said our goodbyes. I could tell that as we walked to my car that we were the primary topic of conversation.

"Joannie, you did very well today. I had a great time, and I hope you did as well. Please take me home and then you can go home and rest. You had a long day."

I dropped Dana off at her house and I as rode home I prayed that it would be a very long time, if at all, before I saw her family again.

I woke up Sunday morning and prepared for my day not knowing what Dana had 'planned' for me today. I took a shower and shaved all my required parts. I put on my make-up and dressed in my maid's outfit and began my chores. Around 9:45 the phone rang and of course it was Dana.

"Good morning, Joannie. I hope you slept well."

"Yes I did, thank you for asking."

"I will be coming over around 11:00 this morning and it would be great if you could fix me brunch. During brunch I will explain your next task."

"Dana, I really don't have much to fix for brunch."

"Then I guess you'll have to run to the store and pick up supplies."

"But I won't have time to change, get to the store, change back, and fix breakfast before you arrive."

"Then I guess you will have to go to the store 'as is' if you can't manage to get everything done in time. I don't care how you do it. I just want brunch at 11:00. See ya then, bye."

Another task! How long would this go on? Hopefully, it won't be as bad as the picnic experience. But I couldn't waste my energy dreading the future when the here and now presented problems of its own. I knew I had to put on 'normal' clothes over my maid's outfit, but there was no way I was going to be able to redo my nails and make-up in time if I was going to have brunch ready in time. I quickly threw on baggy pants and a long sleeve shirt. I removed the lipstick and eye shadow but had to leave the rest of my make-up including my red painted fingernails.