Even though it wasn’t protocol for the date to go to her room I was worried. I took the stairs 2 at a time and just as I got to her door it opened a...d she came out. I lost all the breath in me in one exhale. If I could have whistled I would have. She was gorgeous. Her red hair was done up in curls, her breasts looked perfect in the front of the dress she had picked out.Her makeup was perfect as well. The odd part about that was that she never wore make up in her entire life. She had also traded. “Sort of,” he said. “Well, not really been with.... Not all the way. I’ve never done that.”“OK. What have you done?”"There was a pretty black trans girl I knew a couple of years ago. And…” He paused, unsure what to say.“And what? Tell me about her.”“She was a friend of a girl I hung out with. I never saw her alone, those two were always together when I saw her,” he said. “But one night we were all partying and her friend dared her to suck my cock. I didn’t think she would, but she did. It was. There was a fancy cream and pink dresser takingup an entire wall and a pink wooden door in two other walls.It had hard wood floors and posters of barbies, ballerinas and princessesadorned the walls. It would look a lot like a girl's room if it wasn'tfor the big stainless-steel table standing in the middle of the roominstead of a cosy bed."Now before we get started to prepare you for your new home there is justone little thing I want to get out of the way. It's time for an apologyto the world. "I know what a job is. But..." Do you want one?" he repeated."I've got a job. I'm a dishwasher at the Three Blondes. Though between football, gymnastics, and baseball next month, I only work a couple a days a month until summer." My job's more fun." They're going to make me a cook." I pay more." How much?" How bout eight to start."Eight bucks an hour. I'd be rich. I was only getting minimum wage at the restaurant. "Why?" I watched you work with these girls. You get good results. They like you,.