The poor girl is under one harmful spell. Whoever did itwanted her to be male for all her life and it was done at a very youngage. The residue from ...he long wore magic spell gave him a good imageof the strapping you athlete any father would be proud of. Yet the girlwould have made a father proud as well. Very pretty if only she tookthe time to dress and make herself up correctly. The frat house hadmade her female again and he felt that it was only a matter of timebefore the base spell took. "I have a change of clothes so that I can go to work from the hotel."Glenda drove. There was a line waiting to clear the parking lot. As they sat in traffic Glenda was eager to tell Paul about her job at the MERC."It's a lot faster pace than I had been used to, but the support is so much greater. It's certainly a lot more exciting," she told him. It was the first time that she had worked under a female executive, but she said that there was little difference."I'm making more money, but it's. The “A” Plan was one of the perks of working at Ford. That car made me feel a little less faceless and more like hot shit. Hence, one fine Friday I was sitting around after work with some of my fellow galley slaves. We were on the outdoor patio at Andiamos. I lived in a condo down Garrison Street. It was an easy jaunt back to my place. So, I could drink as much as I wanted without worrying about a long drive home.There were some new people in the group. That always happens because Ford is a big. “Nope. You can,” he grinned.I turned to our daughter, then climbed on the bed next to her, excited over how slutty I looked. I had really gotten into the role of a slut that afternoon, when Hank called me into the conference room and told me to get up on the table so the executives could fuck me while I took turns sucking their cocks I had done it, trembling as I stripped first. I had taken off everything but my stockings and “fuck me” shoes, and then, naked, had done as Hank requested. I had.