It wasn’t until late in the evening that this middle aged man with greased back hair came over to our table. He went straight to Katie and greeted h...r. I could tell he was looking down the front of her dress at her breasts. Even though we weren’t really together I became very jealous at this guy looking at her like that. When he turned to me I stood up and shook his hand with tremendous force. I could tell I hurt his hand and I was happy. I introduced myself as, “Kyle, I’m Katie’s boyfriend.”I. We spent a great deal of time talkingabout your situation; she is such a warm and intelligent woman. Shecould tell without asking me that you had an unusual interest in thegirls ballet clothing, without me even telling her that you like todress up at home sometimes. Anyway, before she bought the balletstudio, she spent many years as a child psychologist, and often workedwith children that had gender issues. She believes it is healthy toexplore 'crossing over' into the female gender as you. That was until the other day, when I was summoned to Peter's office, late in the afternoon. I climbed the stairs to the management suite with a sense of dread, wondering what the hell he was going ask of me. That night, he had mentioned that the blowjob might not be enough to keep his silence and he might have further tasks for me.My mind was a mess as I stepped into the office and walked over to Julie's desk. She stopped typing and looked up at me, with a curious look of concern flashing. " You don't quite look the age yet, but we'll begin to take care of thattoday."I continued digging to find a charm bracelet which momma helped me puton. Momma handed me the suede jacket I had worn to the dance club and wewere out the door. I sat in the passenger seat and we went down town. Thepublic square was large and all abuzz with people. We parked in a publiclot just off the square near a paper mill. Momma seemed to know theattendant.As we got out of the car near the pay shack, she.