After a year I still felt humiliated in the company of others. The bar was a nightmare. I had no choice other than to act the smiling girly or I would...be fired. I would look out at the sea of faces that wanted to be served wishing that I had a chance to be male again, not the little slut that men would fuck, but not the type that they would take home to meet their mothers.The bus arrived at the club and I got off and entered by the side door. ?I hope your panties are clean? said one of the. ”I decided to tease her a bit.“Are you sure about that?” I said in as sexy a voice as I could manage. “There isn’t something else you need?”“In your dreams!” she said with a small laugh. “As I said, they’ll be in to draw blood shortly.”“Thanks, Angel! Anytime you want to visit heaven, you let me know!”She laughed, “You weren’t kidding about the rumors being true, were you?”“No! Go on; I’m sure you have work.”She smiled and left the room. About two minutes later the phlebotomist arrived to draw. The beginning of my love for nylon stockings and pantyhose. I remember when I was a young, While siting at my mothers feet watching tv I was playing with her feet, they felt so smooth and silky. It was a warm summer morning mom was reading I was in my under shorts she must have liked what I was doing to her feet and never asked me to stop. I was really starting to feel something strange in my body, like a tingling in my groin. Then the phone rang and she said her friend Ella was coming over, I. I am left wondering if he has some kind of military tech background. "And these Hunter Killers do what, for the Empire?" I ask, my voice dripping with disdain."Well, I'm not really sure, Chronos, only they scared the crap out of me." He says so believable innocently, that I am sure he knows more. "So I ran. I didn't want to end up as their dinner."He is cagey about the Empire itself. Not too much information. No names or state secrets from him. He must have some loyalties or ties that keep him.