. female problems."I was having a female problem alright, the problem was I was becomingfemale."I guess I'll just tell them I'm having a... *Sob* heav... flow... Oh, God Idon't think I can do this."*Knock-knock*I stood up and headed for the door to see who was there. My hand wasalmost on the doorknob when I realized I was wearing nothing but a braand panties. I quickly sidestepped and grabbed a robe I had bought at thebazaar and threw it on. As I reached the door the robe warped into alittle. I felt myself blushing for some odd reason.“Well, this sounds perfect. I’m hoping to move in soon if that’s possible.” “Of course it is. Let me show you the room for rent, silly - we haven’t got there yet have we? and you can make a final decision about whether or not it’s your kind of place.” It was a simple roomy and light bay windowed room for rent. It had some furnishings that included a full sized bed with one end table, a wooden dresser, and an old table I thought could double as a desk. "Thus was formed Lunch Room Enterprises, a production company that was just the two of us. Oh, eventually we had a lawyer draw up the actual document, but we started with that one idea. In time we added others, someone to do research, someone to do the actual scriptwriting, but they were minority partners. Tyra and I came up with the ideas, pitched them to management, and reaped the financial and critical awards.We never did get an award for our work, but the money rolled in, and suddenly the. ’ that thought changed to a soft, but enthusiastic moan. She reached behind her with one hand and cleared a section of the workbench surface. Sawdust swirled around as she lay back fully and pulled her legs up and placed her heels on the edge of the bench. I reached around feeling for my shop stool and pulled it under my rump. I got comfortable and continued my oral treatment of her pussy. I eased one finger into her and leaned up to watch as my beautiful wife wiggled on top of my workbench. I.