. My breathing was getting a little heavier now. I let her skirt fall back on to her stomach giving me a hands free view of her panties.I had the sudd...n urge to see if her bra matched her panties. It was just curiosity. Nervously I pushed her t shirt up past her smooth (and incredibly soft) stomach and up till I reached the swells of her breasts. I lifted a little more and black lacey material came in to view. Well I had gone this far, I might as well see that her bra looks like. No harm in. Bell is who you are, make Alanna a skin she wears.”“That’s it,” I barked. “At school, Bell feels like a skin I’ve shed and can’t fit back into.”“Maybe she is. But you’re still Bell. Bell stood up to your dad. She refused to save him. She made a deal with John, which couldn’t have been easy. That was all you, maybe a new changed version of Bell, but definitely not some fake persona.”“I don’t know,” I said weakly.--The following morning, determined to be a new Bell, I woke in time for the. I never expected to have such a nice office until I was an executive or something. Even this break room is luxurious. I was kind of expecting plastic tables."Sitting down, Sandra decided it was time to get to know her newest coworker. She asked, "What did you think of Barbara?" That's some woman. I've never met anyone so focused and professional in my life," Jack answered. He had also been very intimidated by her appearance, but wasn't going to mention that."She's pretty," Sandra said fishing. Actually, it does,” I corrected. “There are sexy women of all colours and nationalities. But… ”The rest of that line was 'a sexy black woman is the sexiest of all', but I regretted using the word sexy in the first place, in case she thought I really was some kind of fetishist who was turned on by her ethnicity rather than her personality. Which was partly true.“But what?”“I’m sorry,” I blundered, “I shouldn’t have said you were sexy.”“Oh, thanks,” she said. “You mean I'm not?”“You are,” I said..