Omega has been talking for sometime now about giving me a new name. Not that there is anything wrong with my name, it's just that he wanted something of a pet name I guess. At some point he stopped calling me his lady and started calling me "mouse." Saturday he asked me to change the name on my blog to reflect the name he has given me. I'm hesitant to say this out loud but I don't like the name mouse very much, though when he says it, it's not too bad. It is a name he call me anywhere, even when his family is around, like they were this weekend.
I also finally told Omega everything about my time with Alpha. He understands now why I am sexually wired the way it appears I am. And, he has taken on the task of changing it. Sexual conditioning he is calling it. It scares me. I know he's doing this for my own good and I know it's going to cause me a lot of frustration. I've been hiding things from him and that had to stop. It wasn't fair not telling him, and hiding the truth.
He also wishes since this is kind of a new beginning for us and in some ways my blog, he wants me to start using labels.
He also asked me to write about two good things that came out my time with Alpha.
That's even harder than being called mouse. I've been dreading Monday because of this. I suppose the first is easy, my job. Alpha got me into my career. The second thing? Maybe just the times that Omega was with me, in his Beta capacity. He didn't know the ultimate purpose, but had he, he certainly wouldn't have and Alpha would have just gotten someone else to be Beta.