..." I never doubted it for a moment. You are becoming such a sweet,good natured, girl! Now where were we? You mustn't let me get sidetracked Sophie d...ar." Grace I do believe you get carried away by your own oratory." Thisfrom Helen. "You were questioning Sophie's commitment to femininityand then wouldn't stay long enough to hear the poor girl'sprotestations. It really is too bad of you to upset her so." Upset her? Really Helen what a thing to say! I haven't upset youhave I Sophie dear? All I. Look, I know you are,Rick. You were helping the moron from hell over there with somethingwhen you knelt down beside his chair and your jeans gaped at the back. Icould clearly see a very pretty pair of panties, a thong to be exact.They weren't boxers or tighty whities for sure.’Rick wished a hole would open up and swallow him. He started to gasp forair and his heart hammered inside his chest. His career here wasfinished; they probably wouldn't even give him a reference. For Rick,embarrassment. It was a daily ritual so Betty could see how I was learning. She smiled and nodded her head yes, the first time she said I had done everything right. I looked in the mirror again for one last check while Betty locked up. The green dress was a sleeveless sheath with a square cut neckline, two straps holding the dress up in front. My breastforms, now attached to my chest with glue looked like my own, swelled up, showing a modest cleavage. The hemline was at mid thigh, my legs long and trim, held. Tom was a big strapping guy with curly dirty blonde hair from Las Vegas. He was so unlike any guy I had ever dated before. He grew up in Vegas and was a complete party animal. He had a wicked sense of humor and was so much fun to be with. A little wild too and consumed his fair share of alcohol and drugs. That summer he was back in Vegas and I went home to Cupertino, but he called me regularly and would dare me to do these crazy things he suggested! At least, at that time, I thought they were.