Fools day. My mother had 5 girls ranging from 4-10 when I was born.Dad's a VP at a large bank, and goes on business trips 4-5 times a year from a few ...ays to weeks, so I never had a steady father figure at home. While I was still in diapers my sisters would dress me like a girl or one of their dolls. As I got older everyone thought I was a girl.They would put frilly under pants on me, one of their dresses and a bonnet. Wheel me around the block like I was their baby sister. The women would say. I also finally told her about my gymnastics.If you think it's odd that I hadn't told her before now, you just don't understand the prejudice some people can have. Most people had at least one of two stereotypes of gymnasts. They figure we are all gay or on steroids. Most people believe both.I don't do drugs. Period. No way was I going to take a chance on my health or my eligibility. And despite the fact that I can probably bench press most of our school's football team, I'm considered a pansy. Each of them was pedaling at a rate that Erica determined, and that was displayed on a display at the front of the room, visible to everyone. Their bodies glistened with sweat as they worked away at their pedals, their naked breasts swinging from side to side. Who were these women? They were all employees at my office. Cruises, such as the one we were on now, were once-in-a-month affairs. Each time, my personnel department would select ten women for powering the boat, and they had strict. I found him sitting at his desk and he invited me to take a chair on the opposite side.Paul had gone to lunch with other managers of the Company. I could see he had enjoyed a generous amount of wine; because the expression of his face looked a bit fuzzy. Then I thought promotion would be easy for me…He smiled and told me to relax. Then he started asking me the usual questions of an interview and I tried to answer the best I could.As I noticed he was starting to relax in his leather chair, I.