" To be honest I have never been that interested in fashion," I said. "Iwas sort of a tomboy, I guess. I still am. I wear jeans almost everyday. I...just put a dress on for you." You have the ideal shape for a dress," he said, in a manner that made thecompliment sound like fact. If you don?t mind me saying so, you wouldlook even better with something cut a little differently." I will listen to the expert," I said with a warm smile. The moment Isaid the words and delivered the look I knew. Everythingwas fine, until later that afternoon.... "Mr. Mendoza, may I go to the bathroom?" asked Karen. "Yes." Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to thebathroom. Sheopened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair infront of a mirror. Karensteeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as thefirst stall when Betty turnedaround. "Hello, there little girl," said Betty. "You know I think I let youoff a little too easily,earlier." Karen gulped,. I thought she looked young. Maybe 5 or 10 years younger than me. It was tough to tell in the light."Anyway, I don't mind. My job is pretty regular, and I like it, so at least that part of my life is good. I mean, not that the other part isn't. I don't mean to give the wrong impression. I love him and he loves me. I just wish we had more time together." Sure," I said. She didn't say anything. We sat in silence for a few moments."I'm Mike," I offered, trying to break the quiet."Huh?" she said,. To the valleywhere my tucked away penis lay dormant. Completely inert and purposelessbetween my legs. I rubbed myself gently, and I couldn't help but feelthrilled as I noticed that was indeed getting wet. Once again, I couldenjoy this. I squealed.Then the humiliation came to me. The real imposing humiliation. It tookover and grew stronger than the arousal. What the fuck was I doing? I wassupposed to be embarrassed by the fact that Frederick had ever seen medressed up, but now I was cheering the.