. has he been caught?No time to dwell on that and I get a shock in my arse, and look up tosee a middle aged businessman walk in."Hello Sir, welcome to...the Corporation, my name is Kitty how can I helpyou?"He chuckles looking me up and down. "Oh I could think of a few things.Tell me are you as much of a slut as her previous girl?"I blink. "I.. I have no idea... err.. probably not sir?"He sighs, picking up a magazine and taking a seat. "Shame, I fancied aquick blow job. Tell your Mistress that Mr. The walls were hung with what looked like original artworks and thewhole effect was of understated luxury. I realised my bladder wasscreaming at me and looked for the loo. I tried one door, which led intowhat looked like a very well fitted kitchen and found the washroom behinda second door. I took a very welcome pee, washed my hands and stooddrying them on a towel when I caught sight of myself in the mirror.Despite what had happened tonight, I couldn't see any change. I smiled tomyself, what do. Do I say something or do I wait and see what develops. Now I spend my life sorting out problems for my employer. I'm the cat's whiskers as far as my bosses were concerned when it comes to solving problems. My method is simple: when a problem comes up, you say and do as little as possible until you really understand what the problem is. Going off half-cocked rarely solves anything. As a matter of fact, it can often make things worse, if you do the wrong thing.No, you sit back and gather all the. .I understand now.At the beginning, there was within my body not one mind, not one soul, buttwo.Fraternal Siamese twins, joined at the heart, and although one was male, theother female, they functioned as one so well that no one perhaps suspectedthe existence of this duality.Then, there came the discovery of the body's sex, that I was male in form,and a conflict began to arise between the two souls, and the boy-soul pushedat the girl-soul, like many a small boy who decides that his.