"You -are-transgendered?" she asked again. I nodded and said quietly, "All mylife." I looked away, but I felt her searching my face.After a few more...moments she said "Wow..so many questions." She stoodup. "Okay Andy, I am sending you home. Now look at me and LISTEN," shesaid, her tone compelling me to look into her eyes."You...are not to go ANYWHERE. You will not leave, you will not try toflee, understand?" she asked.I nodded slowly."You ARE going to go to the basement and wash my dress. His parents had divorced years ago, and now it was simply the two of them. She worked the graveyard shift, eleven to seven, to pick up the shift differential, and had cadged a ride with a friend to work. She and Taylor would have the house to themselves for hours.They had been dating since the Spring Dance. They had known each other since first grade and had always been friends, but never more than that, and Taylor had never suspected that anything more would ever occur. Billy was almost a year. It gave her a softer gentler appearance.Sighing, he replied, “No you’re not.”“I’ve got to start exercising. If my figure goes, I’ll never make enough money when I get back to stripping,” replied Ginger ignoring his denial of her weight gain.Ginger knew that if the average housewife understood how demanding of a job it was to dance on a stage with no clothes, that they would treat exotic dancers with much more respect. It was tough enough walking, much less dancing, in six-inch heels. The pole. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart!" he said. As much as I would have loved to hop on that beautiful black leather love machine right then and ride myself to orgasmic oblivion, this was a work day for me and fun would have to wait. Sadly, I turned to go to take a shower and get ready for work. I knew it was going to be an unbearably long day! I couldn't have been more right. Work sucked that day and nothing seemed to go right. The coffee machine in the break room wasn't working, and I still hadn't had.