The only person who would have any recollection of Carl would be Carissa herself. But with time, that memory would simply fade away into insignificanc....But even so, the new woman remained anxious. Even though she had magically become the woman that she yearned to be, she was not completely mentally prepared to make her public debut as a female. However, that was not a new problem by any means, for Carl had always found small reasons to be worried about every little thing. For a couple minutes,. My bedroom door swung open. Karen stood in the doorway, naked, her large nipples rock hard, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening all over her body and a mixture of cum and her own pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. "Jesus, Karen, what the hell are you doing!?!" I grabbed frantically for my blankets and threw them over my lower half. It was a somewhat useless gesture, though, since my cock made a tent out of those blankets in a major way.She looked at me with an arrogant. She was standing there at the platform waiting for the train towards dilshad garden. I wanted t approach but the platform was crowded enough n non-conducive. I saw her few more times but again could not approach. Then one day i took up the opportunity i walked straight to her and said “hi……Have seen you many times at this station….And couldn’t stop myself from approaching and talking to you….. By the way i m amit whats your name”….She offered a hand shake n said “today i had decided …If u wont. Roy Goodman, her boss, seemed to need her advice and counsel several times during the day, requiring her to appear in his office repeatedly about minor financial matters that a high school kid could figure out in sixty seconds.John Thompson, the CFO, made a point of coming down and speaking with her as well, taking time to chat about her career and what a good job she was doing.Men from sales, manufacturing, and the warehouse, all managed to stop by and say hello, always politely and always.