I have told Justin how rude he has been and demanded an apology. Then, and only then will I consider his request (demand) for money. Silly, silly boy!!

Dear Justin.

I am not sure I care for the tone of your last two emails. I have had an extremely stressfull and traumatic day and you haven't even bothered to ask after my well being. What happened to me at the airport this morning was humiliating and has scarred me for life. You seem to have absolutely no idea what life is like for me and the daily troubles and stresses I face. Do you even care? 

I thought you were different Justin. I thought that you genuinely loved me. Now I m not so sure. I am sat here in tears brought on by your lack of compassion and understanding. Your last few emails have been cold and unfeeling and I have found this quite hurtful. I understand that you are in a bad position yourself but you are not the only one who is hurting here. How do you think I feel knowing the man I love is being held, unlawfully in a foreign prison possibly being abused in ways that are too awful to contemplate?

I offered to come and help, consulted friends and colleagues who know the law and are in a position to help you but oh no, you told me to stop it and just send you the money as you had told me. That's not very nice is it Justin? How very ungrateful! Anyone would think you didn't want to be helped.

Something else I really must question you about is your constant refferal to yourself as my husband! Justin, as far as I am aware, we are not married unless you somehow came over to the UK, sedated me with mind altering drugs and married me without my knowledge. Why do you call yourself my husband and say that I must obey you? That's jolly old fashioned if you don't mind me saying.

Justin, here is my position. I love you dearly, more than I ever thought possible. At this precise moment it is late at night here in the UK, I am tired, upset and quite frankly, annoyed at you for being so rude. My day has been a living hell and you just don't care. You threaten to stop loving me if I don't send you the money you need. What kind of love is based on financial gain? Yes I have money, yes I am willing to share it with you but not if you are going to be demanding and grumpy with me.

I need a man who will love me for me, not for my money. Please don't let me down Justin. Prove me wrong, please.

Right now I am exhausted and off to bed. Please resend me the details of where I need to send the money to, account, name etc and the best method of transfer. I will reconsider your request tomorrow after I have slept. I hope by then you will have had a long hard think about the way you have treated me today. I am truely disappointed in you Justin. You have rocked my belief in you. You are going to have to work hard to regain my respect and trust Justin.

I await your apology Justin and please show me a bit of respect and consideration in your next email or I shall think twice about sending you the money you want.

Samantha

PS Have you been knockholed yet?

A poem about the love between Samantha and Justin

My lovely friend Julie Doyle has written the following poem, dedicated to Justin and myself. She posted it as a comment on here but I think it is so wonderful that it deserves an entry all to itself!! Julie, you made me laugh so much! I am glad I managed to inspire your creative streak!!! Many, many thanks!!!

• What's in thee knickers?? (to be read in Yorkshire dialect)
  
  When I were now't but a nipper
  I'd slip on me mothers best dress
  And I'd prance all about in the front room
  And hope that no-one would guess
  
  Yer see I were born wi' a willy,
  a chopper, a dong or a knob
  I quickly took off to a surgeon
  To ask him to do me a job
  
  It's easy I sez...I'm a woman
  but the inside of me is a man
  please chop off me todge - it's offensive
  And do it as quick as yer can
  
  What I really require is VAGINA
  wi' feminine hair at the front
  Now get out yer scalpel and sutures
  And make me a beautiful cunt
  
  I want it just like this tattoo here
  All purple and orange and green
  When I open me legs to reveal it
  folk'll say its the best that they've seen
  
  Well he chopped and he made quite a cavern
  Wi' hair all about on them lips
  But I now have to install a lighthouse
  So it dunt swallow up passing ships
  
  It's bigger than planned that I'll grant thee
  and sometimes with size it's a WIN
    But dunt get too close there dear Justin
  I fear that you might just fall in.
  
  There's always the use of my knockhole
  my Rosebud is all shiny red
  Oh hurry and get here my darling
  I can't wait to get thee in bed
  
  You can whip me and tease me forever
  And smear me in Strawberry Jam.............
  .................................
  .................................
  BUT you don't really love me MY Justin!!!!
  It was all an elaborate scam.
  
  You may think you got me bowled over
  As if I would fall for such crap
  I may be a great big VAGINA
  but you are a conning young TWAT.
  

  
  

  And just in case you were wondering, this is the tattoo that is being refferred to!!

  
  

  

  
  

I'm all woman (now) - my reply to Justin

Oh Justin, you sounded so desperate in your last email. It's such a shame my travel plans have been cancelled. I wonder if he will still love me when he reads that I was born a man?

Dearest Justin

I have just read your last email which came at a very opportune moment as I was just about to contact you myself. I have hit a slight problem with my plans to fly out and rescue you. I do hope you understand and aren't too cross or upset as it looks like I may not be able to  get to Abidjan after all.

You know that I love you Justin, yes? And that fact alone is THE most important thing to us both, above anything else. Please promise that you will still love me after I tell you this. I have a slight confession to make. Can you remember that I told you that I have no siblings or children? Well those facts are all completely true, as is the fact that I am an orphan. I am all alone in this world Justin. The thing I ommitted to tell you was the reason I have no children and will never be able to have any.

As a child growing up in Cleckheaton, I always knew I was different. My grandparents always encouraged me to be myself but am not sure even they knew what I truely was inside. I always felt like an alien inside my own body. I just didn't fit. I didn't want to play with the things I was supposed to or with the children I was expected to want to be like. Oh no! I didn't want to be climbing trees or playing at cowboys and indians. I wanted to play at being mummy, dressing in gorgeous, frilly frocks, dancing and prancing, being chased by the boys, having tea parties. Oh they joys of youth eh Justin?

Anyway, when I reached my teens the issues became greater. This was when I went off the rails and became the sexual monster that I told you about previously. I tried to  find myself  by having gratuitous sexual relations with anyone who would have me, male or female. I spent a great deal of time with a lovely lady called Dawn and her two friends Elmer and Bod who counselled me and explained what it was that I was experiencing. Suddenly it all fell into place. I knew who I was!!! I was a WOMAN trapped inside the body of a MAN! Yes Justin, I was born a man! There, I have said it!!

I went to see a doctor who confirmed that I was transgendered and arranged for me to see a specialist surgeon. After many months of therapy and hormone treatment I was told I had to live as a woman for 2 years. I did this successfully and at the age of 24, I underwent gender reassignment surgery to make me into the woman you know and love. You do still love me don't you Justin?

Now this leads me to the problem with me flying out to  rescue you. I arrived at Manchester Airport this morning for my flight to Abidjan along with Mr Duckworth and Mrs Mitchell. All was going swimmingly, we'd picked up our duty free ( I hope you like Old Spice and Hai Karate!), had our double sausage, egg and chesse muffins from Burger King and we proceeded to the check in desk. The lady on the desk, (Doreen I think her name was but it didn't really suit her. She looked more like a Susan or a Kerry to me and she had THE most awful kitten pink lipstick on, really not becoming of a lady of her age) Anyway, when it came to the passport check, Doreen looked at  me, looked at  my passport and shouted over to her superior "Wendy, we've a got a live one here love, come and have a look will you."  I knew instantly what was going to happen. You see Justin, my passport says that I am a man, but obviously, I have a female name a look just like a woman (because I am one now).

I was taken off into a small side room where another official was called in. I was told that because of the discrepancy in my passport gender, I would need a full physical examination. Oh Justin, it was so humiliating (if a little erotic and horny at the same time) as I was prodded and poked in every orifice. They smashed in my back door to see if I was carrying any drugs up my knockhole. Even the orgasm I had whilst being manhandled wasn't enough to make up for the degradation I felt. After a full hour of being examined by several gentlemen (and I use the term gentlemen very loosely), bent over desks, forced to my knees and slapped about a bit (ooooh matron!) I was told that I couldn't fly!! The reason was not anything to do with my passport, but because of the examination, I had now missed my flight! The bastards!!

So Justin, I am now on my way back home again. I shall need a long sleep after my ordeal  as I am exhausted.

Justin, I need to know, do you still love me? Can you  find it in your heart to love a woman who was once a man? Can you love me and my surgically enhanced lady garden? Could you ever love a lady boy who cannot bear you children?  Oh Justin, I need to know that  you are true to me and the fact that I was born a man is irrelevant. Justin, tell me that you still love me please!!!

I hope this message reaches you safely. Please don't worry about me as I am fine. A hot bath, a sleep and some quailty time with a mars bar will soon sort me out!

Please reply soon and tell me that you still love me Justin.

Your ever loving WOMAN Samantha xxxxxxxxxxxxx

PS My lady bits are in full working order but you can always use the back door should you prefer.