She drapes one leg over the other inside her floral white dress, andpulls a romance novel out of her red handbag.Turner balls his fists in anger. "Oh,...Christ! Fuck this bitch!!" hespits, quiet but enraged.Inside, the criminal unloads verbal abuse on his female friend in astage-whisper, outraged that she's decided to wait for him to return fromthe walk she's figured he's on.He looks at her book and has to stop himself from grabbing a nearby vaseand throwing it against the far wall. She's clearly. This was the most feminine I had ever felt, imagining myself as Veronica, getting ready for a date with a hot guy, texting her jealous friends who all wanted to fuck a sexy guy like Jeff.Time flew by, as I wandered around the room, staring at myself in the mirror, adjusting and modifying my behavior. I practiced walking in high heels, speaking softer and higher, swaying my hips, and correcting my posture. All the while, slowly becoming more and more effeminate.The doorbell rang startling me. I. He was taller than me, about six foot one. Shaved blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes and a smile to make your heart melt. Dressed in tight fitting jeans and an Abercrombie shirt, he led me to a table, pulled out the chair and asked me to sit with him. He then made his way to the bar and bought me my new favorite drink, Dragonberry Vodka with orange juice! We talked about anything and everything. He was so easy to talk to. It must have been his smile and his gentle nature that had me so at ease.. I was a little upset but said fuck it and let it go. “Ms Nataya” he said walking in with his clipboard in hand, it was the second time I visited him, the last time I saw him was about 6 years ago, he still looked young and handsome but something about him always turned me off. “Seems you’ve been getting migraines huh?” I nodded yes “Have you been to any other doctors?” “No” I answered covering my tits, I could see him looking me over, I slowly covered my vagina too, but with my small hands and.