Ciera began to scrub my feet, cleaning, massaging, and occasionally tickling them. She washed my calves and rubbed in a lovely flowery smelling lotion... I couldn't remember when I felt so pampered. However, my pedicure was nothing compared to my manicure. Ciera worked meticulously on my nails, cleaning them, polishing them, and making my nails and hands look amazing. The massage afterward was nearly orgasmic.As I was way overdue for a haircut and style, the bonus hair wash and cut was a real. I felt incredible thatday. I almost didn't even change back to my "other" self's things beforeleaving the building.To my surprise, during that meeting with her, Dr. Stone told me she haddiagnosed me as a classical transsexual. And because of my mental state,she was going to recommend that I start hormone replacement therapy assoon as was possible. With that, she had her office staff set up anappointment for me with another doctor, a doctor she had worked with inthe past. This doctor, Doctor. I went round with her, and started to show her what to do. She offered me a coffee, and I carried on taking the paper off.She returned and told me a sit down and watch her work, so that I could give her a few pointers. I sat there chatting away, watching her work. It was then that I started to look at her properly, She was wearing a vest top and some leggings. As she worked, I noticed her boobs bouncing away, and that she was showing quite a bit of cleavage. The more, she worked, the more her. Jack had come out from the back, saw her attire and rushed over with both hands outstretched saying, "My God! You're from Chicago Trust? You're really going to talk to me?"After assuring him she was, he took her to a table and began to talk about his plans for the place. Cathy found she liked him immediately. As an English major, she had no idea what sorts of financial numbers she should be looking for so she talked about his patrons, the way he was building his clientèle and his hopes for the.