"Greg's card was kind of funny. The card seemed bland and unremarkable,which was certainly odd for a company supposedly doing retail. UnderGreg's name...it looked like one title had been gently scratched out andthe "Lead Salesperson" was inked over it. Similarly scratched andalmost impossible to read, there was a ghost of a company name thatsomething like, but maybe not "Advanced Experimental Genetics" underthe less helpful logo.I nodded. "Oh yeah, you are the guys that will be taking over the. It took a moment, but then I realized it was the sensation of air working its way up my shorts to my briefs that I was feeling. I'd have to talk to someone about these things. They were way too big at the bottom. Not that it didn't feel nice on a day like this, though. On that thought, I went back to land navigating my way to orientation. A moment or two later I saw some buildings that looked like they were in the right direction and headed that way. The process of finding my way there was. I knew that Sarahwould soon get me into a bra.I went downstairs to get breakfast.We had a cold tiled floor downstairs and I saw that my slippers had beenreplaced with a pink pair of slippers or a pair of court shoes with athree inch heel.I chose the pink slippers trying to kid myself that they looked moremasculine than the court shoes. I wondered whether I would end upwearing those heels before or after my first bra.Having lost my job I had felt a sense of being emasculated. I had. “Josey?”“Yes, Miss Mooney?”“You didn’t ask for Cynthia’s panties or mine, may I ask why?”“Miss Mooney, I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of Cynthia. I was afraid you’d get mad at me if she wanted to give me her panties too, because I knew you would if I asked.”“Momma, I want to give Josey my panties. I want him to know that I care for him as much Miss Carmelita does,” Cynthia said as she raised her butt and quickly pulled her dark blue, silky cheer panties off and threw them on the.