I'd look totally weird in boys' clothes!As I checked my hair and makeup in that same mirror, I felt like a proat presenting myself as a female. And ev...rything about me now feltcompletely authentic. I wore real women's underwear, not boys' boxerslike then, and my body had cooperated to fill it out with generousfeminine curves. AND genuine breasts, which necessitated the size 36Bbra that seemed barely restrained by my snug-fitting white shirt. What achange from my skinny frame and board-flat. "Don't you want to fuck me Ian?" said Pat over her shoulder as their bodies were still touching."I do, I have wanted to fuck you since I started working here," confessed Ian.Pat squeezed back into the bar area and said, "Put those glasses down and let's fuck then." But, but Cyril might hear us," said Ian, still concerned about his employment."Look, if I go and make sure that he is asleep, will you fuck me?" asked Pat and Ian agreed because his penis needed some sort of release. Pat crept part. I slipped into the room and went for the poker. Just as I put my hand on it he heard me or sensed me and turned, reaching into his jacket. I'd never make it to him to stop him shooting so I threw the poker underhand as hard as I could at him. Just as the gun came out of his lapel the poker hit him right across his forehead. He dropped like a polled ox, shaking the floor with his huge body. It was either the sound of him falling or something else but the sound of the argument stopped. As I. Doctor Janis."She grinned at his expression, when she said her name. Caleb liked the way her smile easily reached her eyes."Yeah, I know," Doctor Janis said with a grin. "I almost didn't get married because of his last name." She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, "Most of my friends call me JJ. Do you still need some aspirin?"Caleb clasped her gloved hand, and returned her grin with a strained version of his own. "Yes, please. Aspirin or Excedrin, anything for this headache. And my.