I glanced at myself in the mirror, my face flushed. I had a shadow of whiskers. I had shaved yesterday. I could probably shave again today. I ran a ha...d through my brown hair.“Fuck,” I muttered, gripping the wet panties.What to do with these?I pulled on my boxers and then opened the bathroom door. Mom’s humming came from the living room. I swallowed and headed to her room. She had a clothes hamper in there. I slipped through the open door. Her bed was neatly made. There was a picture of my dad,. "Cheryl, to be even more honest and up front about this, I want you toknow that I know an awful lot about Will, and mentioned the same offerto him. But I think you're far more attractive than he'll ever be. Butif he's interested, we'll offer him a similar position."Cheryl looked at him with her eyes getting wider but before she couldsay anything he said, "I'm being way forward here, but I'm guessingyou're a t-girl. If I'm wrong, I sincerely apologize and you can leaveimmediately. I will. I swam to the edge of the pool closest to the changing screen and pushed up onto the edge. I sat there for a second, watching the other swimmer. I could make out dark hair, a lot of it. I watched their turn and couldn’t see swimming trunks. Either they weren’t wearing anything, or it was a small bikini. I decided to wait and see who it was. It was my pool, after all.Rain fell harder now, the cold water felt good after the hard, fast swim. My hair washed into my eyes, and I pushed it back.. It wasagreed that before any surgery was even considered I would complete aseries of tasks to see whether I could "pass" in my raw state.Believe it or not, the CIA retains behavior coaches to help operativesin the field in all manner of pretences. I sat down with an expert foronly two weeks and I passed the test. I say only two weeks, but it isbetter to say 200 waking hours of living and breathing as a woman.Before we even passed our plan up the line, I was sent to Field TrainingGroup 4,.