"What do you mean?"Dawn blushed and then smiled. "You are ... you're a lot more experienced now than I thought you'd be. It's actually a little fright...ning. I was kind of expecting the little boy I was experimenting with last year. But clearly, you've learned a thing or two."I grinned. "I've learned a LOT. Want me to show you?"She giggled. "Yes! Oh, but not right now," Dawn held up her hands when it looked like I was going to jump her. "That's what I mean. The old Ben just let me lead. "She stopped in her tracks. Mr. Jones's deep, confident voice had impressed her even when they were just making small-talk during her very short interview; now that he was her boss, it sounded almost startlingly authoritative. He walked into the reception area and waved her down the hall ahead of him with a tight, fatherly smile. He was a tall man, over six feet, somewhere between forty and fifty; he looked normal enough, Rosie thought, but there was something in the way he moved that made. .."Molly: "Oh, yeah! Every chance I get! This is so exciting. I love doing this, sitting in a crowd of people like this. If any actually took the time to see, they'd see all I'm wearing is this overcoat. My breasts are exposed just enough that, if walking by quickly, one would have to turn and take a second look to be sure. Sitting just right in this chair and it's obvious that all I'm wearing are these shoes and this coat. Mum says I look like a spy from the 60's in it. I don't think she knows. "They are mine," he said. He just looked at me like a frightenedanimal. I was speechless for a few moments before I said that Ididn't believe him. He undid his trousers and dropped them to thefloor. Then I believed. Under his trousers he'd been wearingstockings, suspenders and lacy panties. "I'm a transvestite," he saidand waited for me to react."I can see that," I laughed."Please don't laugh," he whined. "I'm still the same person. I likeyou a great deal. In fact, I think I love you. I want to.