Jamie Lee was reminded of the truth of that aphorism the day that she forgot to use the ladies' room. As a transsexual who'd undergone counseling and ...as presently taking daily doses of estrogen both to repress her testosterone and to maintain her breasts, softened skin, fuller buttocks, and the other secondary sexual characteristics of the female, Jamie usually remembered to use the public restroom that coincided with her change in sex. However, today, distracted by her concern with her. (Not untill i was 16 did i stopp shaving my pubes) And a slightly nervous boy i had the habit of looking around the room in any room at everything, including other guys peninses while in the showers, but it was not sexual for me i was just not able to not look at anything and everything untill i had looked then it was sort of done. This led to some bullying by some older k**s but if they ever got to mean some other k**s always stepped in to "save" me. That i think, along with living alone with. She nodded her head and walked over. She still had the changes, that made her look like Sam. But, this was a different walk, a different attitude, I didn't know what to make of it. Samantha sat across from me, still wrapped in the sheet. She sat if she'd been violated, legs drawn to her chest and all up on the chair. I sat there quiet, with so many questions running through my head. The main thoughts I had, which worried me, where was Sam? was she gone? and was I left with shell of a human. "If you must do this Lainey, don't do it on company equipment," I advised, "we log just about everything. You will remember that you did sign an IT use policy when you joined the company? You were advised that misuse of company equipment does make you liable to immediate dismissal?"She swallowed, still shaking."Take your jacket off Lainey," I commanded, "put it on the chair, then spread your legs and place your hands behind your head."She froze, blue eyes locked on the screen."Tough job market.