Nikky told me that everyone has to vote. That’s scary, but I think everyone likes me enough to have me as a friend and sometimes lover.“Third, I h...ve a permanent job at the university if I want it. Today, Professor Reagan set up all my interviews with the right people that make that decision. The Dean of Faculty offered me the post of associate professor in computer science engineering department this afternoon. I accepted immediately. The pay is something people in Russia would dream about.. He talked about God’s will, and how mortals would never understand it most of the time. Finally, he asked for a silent prayer for the souls of my family.I had been getting more and more agitated. Every face I saw triggered a memory, every hug or pat on the back seemed to bring more pain. It finally hit me. I’d never had a chance to grieve for my family. I’d had to jump straight in, arrange the funerals, deal with the insurance, and try to save the company. Plus, I never had anyone to grieve. They were pink cotton briefs and they fit me snugly. I pushed my cock between my legs, wondering what it would be like to be a girl. I admired myself in the mirror, the pink panties making a contrast against my almost pale skin. There was no hint of my cock in them, which in turn turned me on and made me slowly get hard. My stiff cock against my own butt, between my legs, felt amazing.I decided to carry on dressing up.I took a cute flowery bra and did up the clasps from the front before. I'm wondering whether to leave or not and if he is politely telling me he is going to sleep when he speaks."Now" he takes away my thoughts by pulling the bed sheet off him. "Amy made a mess earlier, and you came in my room right away" he smiles.I look at him, just about able to make out his smirk, and my gaze goes down to his crotch. He is still rock hard, and I have no idea why he is showing it to me. My stomach feels hot."Dude, what are you doing?" I stutter, suddenly feeling nervous.He lies.