Chapter Twenty
Week Five
During my two-hour bicycle ride to the church, I had time to let Friday’s events sink in. I no longer had to worry about what the guys would think if they learned about my transformation. They knew now and there was no undoing it. How much lower could I go in their eyes? The thought of not worrying led to the more general concept of no responsibility. I had no money, few clothes, no possessions, or place of my own to stay. I had nothing of my own to take care of. No decisions to make. No dates or plans of how to spend my time. I would be told what to do and when and have no choice since I would be punished if I disobeyed. I would endure stimulation and frustration and rely on Liz for relief, as she would be in complete control.
Complicating these thoughts was t
