I was a skirted one. I was a manreally in touch with his femininity. It was perhaps my only side.Only my biology makes me a man I suppose.I liked the ...lowery print on my bedspread. I thought it lookedpretty. I liked my pink bedroom walls and rug with white moldingaround the windows, doors, floor and ceiling. I knew it was girlish,but that was the point. I wanted to drive home to myself for thosetwo years that I was a girl. Not the man I was accidentally born assome cruel joke.My other apartment. " Wow," She said, as I gave her her mug. "Thank you, darling," she pulled at my left cheek like an adult did for a young child. "Awfully handsome now, Daniel," her voice drooled.My eyes met hers but then they lingered lower to her chest. "Daniel, Daniel," she called.I looked up, dazed.Andrea folded her arms across her chest making her boobs look more luscious and tasty."You need a lesson," she declared. Andrea placed the mug on the table and then turned back to me.I gulped, "I-I do," I asked,. He was carrying some tools so I shut the door and led him upstairs to the spare bedroom. I loved the thought that he was able to look up my skirt and see my backside only inches from his face. I showed him to the spare bedroom and explained the kind of fitments that I wanted and he went off to the suppliers for the wood and materials. Within an hour he was back and started work, sawing and measuring away in the spare bedroom. I had to use immense self-control not to masturbate while I waited. I. "I was just seeing what I could do Steve, and by the way what should I call you now? Sharon sounds like a suitable name, I can't just call you Steve looking like that can I?" James said with an evil smile."OK, fine you've had your fun, now change me back" 'Sharon' stumbled as she walked towards James in her 5-inch heels. Even with the heels she was still slightly shorter than James' height, which seemed funny as he always used to be a few inches taller than James."Well?" Steve demanded."I just.