Chapter Five
A few weeks later, Emma decided she didn’t like the shape of my body and decreed it would be altered. I stood naked before her to receive her litany of complaints, beer belly, man t**s, spindly legs, slack jowls, white flabby flesh, crinkly bottom—although she expressed herself in rather more insulting language. It was all meant to degrade and humiliate me because although I was no Adonis she was exaggerating greatly about my physical shortcomings. After all she herself had called me ‘pretty boy’ and had said I could pass for a girl with a few cosmetic alterations. However, since I no longer measured up in her eyes, I’d be starting a regular workout. I’d seen the treadmill in the integrated garage and had watched her disappear through the door from the utility room wearing sh
