I am Baaack! Part 12

Dainie and Joan stood on the Adams Street sidewalk that ran in front of the Sears Tower, watching as the limo that had brought Dainie sped away with Rose inside it. Joan thought Dainie appeared very nervous to see her mommy driving away, but Rose had told Dainie that she, Dr. Joan, was in charge and that she should not worry and just do whatever Dr. Joan told her to do. Dainie gripped her hand tightly with her left hand, and clutched Sukie with the other. A round Barbie suitcase rested on the sidewalk by her feet. She seemed totally unworried about how she might appear to others, an almost six foot tall, six-year-old girl in an extra large size six-year-old's party dress.

Joan was having mixed feelings about what she might discover in the two days Little Dainie, Adain, or even grown woman Dainie - whoever the hell this person holding her hand in a Vulcan Death Grip REALLY was - would be with her. On the one hand, the old Evil Joan, still very much around, hoped that Rose and Salielah were exactly what they claimed to be, bitches just like her. That Dainie was exactly what she appeared to be, an adult male multi-billionaire business man turned into a shy and submissive little girl by two dominating women.

On the other hand, Good Joan, struggling to take over, wanted out of the shemale slavery business and hoped that Rose, Salielah, and Dainie were not what they seemed, that it was all an act. The problem for Good Joan was, an act with what goal? Was it revenge and punishment, or rehabilitation? She didn't mind rehabilitation, would, in fact, welcome it, but revenge and punishment was another matter. Like Lou and Ed, she had seen "Scared Straight" as a teenager, and wanted no part of prison. And there were worse things; if Rose was really serious about what she wanted Joan to do to Lou and Ed, what might she have planned for her when the facade of offered friendship had been stripped away? She had felt that two days with Dainie/Adain might give her the answers.