Matthew still found it almost impossible to use femininepronouns and adjectives when thinking of him/herself. "I'lljust have to work on it," he/she t...ought. "I'm certainly awoman until *I* can figure out a way to change myself back." Matt turned his attention back to his wrists. The braceletsseemed to be a single, seamlessly-smooth piece of metal, skintight to the wrists. No clasp or catch was even visible. They were about four centimeters wide, (maybe an inch and ahalf), yet so thin that. To avoid disturbing her, he took his shower in the washroom down the hall rather than the en suite in the bedroom. He cleared away the uneaten supper from the night before and rustled up a breakfast of sorts. He took his breakfast to his office on the second floor. He reasoned that he'd be able to hear movement in the bedroom directly overhead and maybe even get some work done. After choking down eggs and toast, he poured himself another cup of coffee and called his office. His assistant. Nevertheless, when he got close and noticed my outfit he just sort of stared for a few seconds. So I took the initiative and asked him what he was staring at. He looked up and asked if the shirt was an invitation or just in the spirit of the season so I figured my nipples had done their first job of the evening. Playing coy I said that the invitation was suitably sized to accommodate the size of the guest and he just laughed. Thinking I was just playing around he asked if my hubby was going. I am 178cms and weigh 110kg with a cock that would make a donkey envious. So finding a woman who is willing to accommodate me is difficult, that was why old Mrs. Taylor was like an angel from heaven. Why her daughter got in such a tizz I've no idea, maybe she was jealous of her mother.I was into my second last day and was just beginning to climb up the wall when there was a knock at the front door. Standing there was a woman in her forties or fifties; I'd seen her in the foyer and in the lifts.