The problem is, I don’t know what your lady-style is.”She looked around the room for inspiration. Her eyes stopped on one of the posters on my wal.... It was of the pop-bunk band Paramore.“I got it!” she exclaimed, “you’re going to be my little lesbian rocker.”A giant smile crept across her face.“There’s another thing. Day nine is naming day, babe. We need to give you a girl name. I think its important that you pick it, though,” she said.I searched my soul for something that was fitting,. I rarely tried to get involved with my coworkers because my fetish pretty much defined me privately and when women find out about it things always ended badly.I was not gay nor did I consider myself bisexual. And I had no desire to be a woman, I just love panties and had made a lifelong study of women’s undergarments. I prided myself in know more about them than most women did. Ann left for lunch when I logged back on to the network. She placed a hand on my shoulder as I plugged in my headset. I gulped and did as I was told. There were black satin panties, fish net stockings, a garter belt and a matching black satin bra. I slowly put on each piece of the ensemble. Tyler had to stop me to tell me that the panties went over the garters. When I finished I stood there feeling more vulnerable than I have ever felt in my life. Tyler threw a pair of black patent leather stilettos at me. Without being told I put them on. They were brutally tight but I managed to squeeze my feet in. . ”“Nah, it will be worse,” he said as his finger idly circled her nipple.“How could it be worse?” she came back, her eyes wide.“They are going to think you’re a gold-digger,” he said with a big grin.“A what?” she exclaimed and sat up suddenly.“Yep!” Dale said as he lay back and put his hands behind his head. “They will think you got pregnant to get my money,” he told her grinning even more broadly.Terry frowned, “What money? I know you do okay with your job, but we won’t be rich,” she.