"Oh what a lovely name and how well it goes with that dress, is itsilk?"Before I could reply he had reached over and touched my shoulder."Oh yes, Ital...an I'd guess, isn't it?"This was going to be a real test for my feminine voice, it really wasn't up to long conversation, fortunately there was not much chance withhim dominating everything, so it was easier to just nod. This was notsomething that I was prepared for though: it's quite one thing dressingas a girl, but quite a different matter. Earth human sensibilities or not, it seemed offices were universally bland and boring.The next stop was the dining area. It was arranged in a sort of modified cafeteria layout, with three levels of seating arranged in a pseudo-random layout designed to leave you feeling like you were only eating with 30 or 40 people, rather than the 300 or 400 people the room had the capacity for.With that quick bit of sightseeing out of the way, I assembled everyone in front of the tower. Con was waiting with. "Thanks, the outfit is great. Maybe you'd like me to model it for you." Well, I do remember you having me model a lot of outfits for you," she chuckled."And tonight is no exception," he replied handing her the small package.She eyed him suspiciously as she opened the package. "Oh my God, Kenny. You aren't serious!" It was a bra and panty negligee set composed of diaphanous black silk and strings, lots of strings, more strings than silk."My birthday," he grinned. "I'll model yours if you'll. He assumed my shyness indicated that I was gay. While in reality, I had no sexual preference. Being shy, I had not developed relationships with either girls or boys. But the handsome guy decided, in his mind I was gay and proceeded to strike up a conversation with me every time the opportunity presented itself. I had to admit that for the first time, I was enjoying talking openly with some one. I had my first real friend, and for me it was a thrill of a lifetime. So when my new friend asked me.