He was kissing the ‘seam’ at the top of her leg, and moving. She understood, and it made her moan in anticipation.Her hands fumbled trying to remo...e the panties as she was not awake, so I lifted my head long enough to say “Still, bae….still…” then back to work. The silly string things were barely worth having, and came off easy enough. With my head to one side I gave that bright pink clit a flick of my tongue, and the worked my way down one side of her labia. I played with the entrance to her. Her friend Joanne also detested boys just as much as my sister. I had overheard her talking to Pam when she visited one day; “I like MEN not those pimply idiots in our age group.” Pam had agreed with, “I know what you mean. Now, if Mark wasn’t my brother, I’d be all over him. He’s so yummy. I even have very naughty dreams about him sometimes.” Joanne’s response was very similar. “I’ve also thought of him that way but best that this stays our little secret. Did you see what Jacqui was wearing. But now, I was completely uninteresting to my female coworkers.The flirting that they had occasionally directed at me was absent. Thelittle witty remarks. The playful teasing. It had all abruptly stopped. It was as though I had become just another one of the girls in their eyes.I faded into the backdrop and inspired no interest.To make matters worse, I had no hope of this situation improving. Thegirls weren't fawning over Garrett simply because he was the new guy--afeatured new flavor of. Next came a fairly unisex pair of bluejeans. They seemed to fit a bit different and were made of a thinnermaterial than I was used to. I had to roll up the cuffs, but besidesthat they were a pretty good fit.Then came the sneakers. But not any old grungy greyish-something-color-because-they-were-run-through-the-mud-and-god-knows-what-else, as my momwould usually say. No, these were pink...bright pink. Not exactly neon,but more the brightness of something that had never been worn before. Thelaces.