I was lucky enough that she was facing away from me, so I had a couple minutes to really check her out. She was sitting on a stool at the bar, probabl... so that I’d be able to see her when I walked in, and from what I could see, she had a classic hourglass figure, with wavy brown hair coming to around halfway down her back. The light from the nearby windows showed the auburn highlights in her hair too, which I’ve always loved. After a few more seconds of adjusting my thinking from the day I. I lowered my mouth further down the shaft, I wondered if I could actually get it all in my mouth like John did mine, it was going to be a struggle as I reached into my mouth I Gagged and dad said “Take your time, a little at a time and then it will become easier to take down your throat” Well the good boy that I am I listened to my dads instructions, and spent several minutes just sucking on the end and below the head as if it was a sweet, my mouth was watering non stop and. Nobody speaks to the boss. He had heard him in the background but never spoke to him directly."Hello Ray" a familiar voice softly saysInstantly recognising the voice but he cannot place it. Ray answers"Hello Sir, I have your money. I can pay you in full"The shuddering of his voice box is evident."I know you can now that your job has finished"How did he know about the job? None of the crew had blabbed, of that, he was sure. They would not have been that stupid. We had been so careful, and the. Yet when I moved, she moved, Ibrushed my hair gently behind my ear and the girl in the mirror did thesame. How could my mother and sister do this to me?I was a boy; at least I thought I was. The image in the mirror told mesomething else; the image was that of a very pretty girl. My mother andsister had worked on my hair and eyebrows giving me a more feminine look.But it is my face I am looking at, my face under the slight makeup thatthey had applied. How can I, a boy, look like a girl? It.