But I pushed it out of my mind. Now those feelings were returning. Was I meant to be a women? Before I knew it, Carol was done. I looked in the mirror...and saw the face of a women. I wasn't the most beautiful women but I looked good.“Carol, why did you go to all trouble to make me into a woman.”Carol said “I could tell from our conversations that I seemed more feminine than masculine. I decided to give you the opportunity to explore my feminine side. To further help you, I invited a friend Tom. Still she has a great smile that can draw a man’s interest from across the room and she is super smart. Talking to her is a joy.Samantha is a college intern in my office. She’s on a short-term co-operative placement program that is designed to expose her to real world on-the-job training. In a manner of speaking, I’m her mentor. That is how we became familiar with each other.It all happened progressively. Samantha arrived one Monday morning and she was introduced around the office. The boss’s. Not yet and he unclipped my bra and dropped it to the floor. He began to tease me, brushing his fingers along my flat stomach up to the bottom of my tits. I could feel myself getting wet from just this alone, and my small nipples were rock hard from the cold and the arousal. I began to breathe deeper and bit my lip as he circled his fingers closer to my nipples, pausing momentarily to squeeze my tits every once in a while. Sometimes hed brush one of my nipples as he did this, causing me to. "Mendonca swore.They didn't have long to reflect as they heard shattered glass and screams from the room above them."Move your asses, soldiers," Mendonca ordered.Jason bust the leg off a wooden chair to serve as a makeshift club and followed his squad out into the corridor. Civilians were milling around in panic and confusion. Jason bellowed out orders, trying to shepherd them down the stairs. Behind him Matt did the same, trying to funnel the rushing people in a single direction. They heard.