The mother is dressing like her daughter.Over Christmas a big black people mover van started parking on our street or up there drive and every weekend...a tribe of k**s rolls out of the van. The driver is of Maori descent solid build. His legs are muscle all the way up under his short shorts, his arms are all muscle too. His chest is awesome, his man boobs are muscled & firm. He is a 40 something Maori hunk.Looking at the bulge in his short shorts he would be a good 10-12 inches long and thick to. Thephrase "secret Mistress" made all the life drain out of me. I knew inmy heart she wouldn't do anything to me except what was in my own bestinterest, of course. It only made sense the way she explained it. Womenlike sissies, I am becoming a sissy."You'll feel better after a good cry," Kari said, and with that, shelaid me over her lap and smacked my bubble butt until I cried like ababy. I did feel better afterwards, thanked her for the panties, andleft her room, relieved.So, my sissy lessons. You need your job. Besides, what can they do to you? Sure,you have pretty pink nails, but if they tried to do anything,it's discrimination. And if your coworkers give you any trouble,it's the same thing. Now, I suggest you call your boss and meetwith him and explain things. Then, you can get back to work." It so simple for you. You don't have these nails. You don'thave to deal with coworkers avoiding you, or, whispering behindyour back. I know we have to eat. I have never let us down yet,have. I climbed my groggy self onto the island stool and picked up a fork to push my own breakfast around my plate."You on the other hand don't look so hot." Molly poured me a glass of OJ."Didn't sleep. Tossed and turned. It's hot and humid already." I complained."Fourth of July is this weekend. What have you two got planned?" Molly went about putting the kitchen order as we ate."Nothing." I mumbled."We'll go hang out at Dean's. I think Jake has some big hoop de do going on but I think we'll skip.