Or so he though. As it wasn't until a friend of his, when he told him about it, explicitly told him why. 'Just because you're not dressing like a girl... doesn't mean you don't look girlish. It's something you're going to deal with', he was told.Regardless of knowing this new vital information to make things better by correcting people when they refer to him as a girl, he just went along with it. Not simply because it he was really passive about it, but because he enjoyed the attention. His. If you don’t fix it, how’s it ever to stop being a problem. Right?”Greg thought about it for a second before he finally answered, “Right. So what’s the problem with that?”“There’s no problem with that,” Jim answered with a smile. He added, “It is just not the only way to deal with a problem.”“You can ignore it,” Greg said.“That’s true, but there’s another way to deal with a problem,” Jim said. He knew that what he was going to say was going to blow Greg out of the water. He added, “I call it. It is a seedy part of town, full of second-rate strip joints and sexshops. You have already received your instructions and I am waiting for you to arrive. I see you turn the corner and walk towards me. You are wearing a leather trench coat which fits snugly showing off your shapely figure. Your legs are sheathed in black silk stockings and you are wearing 6inch open toed stilettos. Your hair is pulled back in a ponytail and you have a black leather collar around your neck. You have on bright. “It should be arriving around 1000 or so. You should be here to talk to the investigation team.”“Understood, sir.”“See you in the morning, Captain.”Colonel Bellows hung up and Tony set down his cell phone. Sensing he was no longer alone, he looked up and saw Jeannie standing in the doorway. She was wearing a long formfitting pink dress. It was halter-topped, almost completely backless and sideless, cut extremely low between her breasts, and had two long slits from the hem to her waist. She was.