U*********sly, I rubbed the underside of my breasts. “What brings you into the office so early?”There was a pause longer than I expected so I look...d up as I stepped out of the thong pooled at my feet. She was watching me. “Well, Abby, I don’t know except that Joe wanted all the VP’s and Directors in by 7:30 for a quick meeting.” She looked at her dainty watch on her wrist. I knew it was 7:15 as my routine was now pretty precise as I found the being early was good preparation time for the day. “Let me guess ... it is going to start with ... Roses are red.”“How did you know?” Sean asked looking at her in amazement.“It was a lucky guess. You might need four dozen roses.”“I’ll just take a bunch of those yellow flowers,” Sean said pointing at a bouquet with daisies. He asked, “Do they come in blue?”“No, they’re daisies. While daisies come in many different colors, blue is not one of them. The only daisies I grow are yellow,” the flower woman said shaking her head.“So that’s a. They come in here all the time."We both looked, transfixed. This was a married couple? A woman and aman? Slave?You could not talk your eyes off of them. The Mistress was so powerful,so regal. The maid was so soft, so subservient. The woman stopped at aplush chair in the corner and more or less floated into it. Her maid saton the floor at her feet.Both of them wore makeup that was expertly done. They both had on heels.The maid touched her mistresses leg in adoration.Beth looked at me and smiled.. Now the OTHER kind of surgery - that was an entirely different matter. Ifmy mind had any doubts before about whether I'd end up with my own vagina,that night had put them to rest once and for all. Like, there wasabsolutely NO WAY I was going to miss out on real live sexual intercoursewith a man. What went through my mind was the concept that, no matter howwell I could pass as one, all my other female experiences wouldn't amountto anything more than play-acting.By that time in my life, I knew.