Looking down I see his hand is gripping the gear stick tightly, so tightly in fact I can just about make out the whiteness of his knuckles. The shocki...g sight is the fact that I am rubbing my knee up and down against the back of his hand. Jesus, it's me doing it. Again I look out the window, I don't stop, I just look out the window. Should I stop? Yes, I should. I'm a married woman, I have never cheated on my husband, I don't ever wish to cheat on my husband, what do I expect to happen? Before. ‘I wish I’d known,’ I added. He shook his head in turn. ‘Nothing you can do,’ he said succinctly. ‘I’m not a man who can talk about such things just for the heck of it.’ For the first time in a long while, he swiveled his body around in his chair to face me directly. ‘Boss, I’m not ashamed of my grandson, though I don’t talk about him to much of anyone. My wife and I don’t talk about him because it brings up a lot of pain that we have to keep under control or we can’t get through the day…you. Diane didn't stop! She would do one brow, and then show me it in the mirror, asking what Ithought. Each time I was further from being a male ever again. Shewould then start on the other brow, but it was always thinner and morearched, requiring more attention to the other.After the vacation, the feminization continued, even though I had tomaintain my male persona as much as possible. My skin stayed smooth,hair longer and highlighted; my toes were kept painted. Toe rings wereadded, followed. Pedi pra ele me explicar uma matéria; ele me pediu pra sentar ao lado dele, na mesa. Notei que quando fui pegar uma cadeira, ele deu uma olhada pra minha bunda, descaradamente.Eu estava com uma calça jeans justinha e uma blusinha branca. Bom, me sentei ao lado dele, e quando me abaixei pra pegar uma caneta que caiu no chão, vi um volume enorme na calça dele. Ele percebeu que eu vi, e olhou pra mim, sem falar nada. Eu, sem graça com a situação, comecei a falar na matéria, mas não ia mais.