And the waitresses would have sex with the customers if the customer propositioned them. You paid for that service at the register as a tip. You could...take her out back and fuck her on her break or spend time at her place after the shift. We went in and ate a very nice breakfast, served by a waitress who seemed to be about 40 years old. She had humongous tits. I kept looking at them and she bent down to give me a better view. Allison giggled and said, “go for it.” The next time she came over I. Monday to Friday I would goto school as Steve but in the evening and at weekends I was Stacie. Atfirst it was embarrassing, even humiliating, being introduced, or re-introduced, to my Aunt's friends (both male and female) as Stacie whenthey came round to the house. However, after a while it became naturaland nobody ever treated me as anything other than a teenage girl, mostassuming that it was entirely my own choice to become a girl.An upside was that my relationship with my Aunt blossomed. . My turn.I presented my NBNZ (National Bank of New Zealand) Visa. The teller checked the card ... don’t ask me how ... as far as I’m concerned it’s magic.“Yes, Miss Flintkote.”“I think I need to report unauthorized access to my accounts.”She put up a Next Window Please card in her window. She pointed to a door. “I’ll meet you there.”Funny thing ... there was no knob or handle on the lobby side. The door opened. The three of us stepped through ... soundlessly the door closed.The teller had my. She used to not like his touch n always got nervous as he called her. One day i saw him putting his hand inside her frock n feeling her thighs and she looked at him in anger n came n sat next to me. The sir got angry on this n told her to stand in the center of the room n read her lessons. She came n stood n suddenly all the boys in tuition started staring at her thighs. She was wearing a short frock that day n we could all see her underwear n her beautiful ass. They all kept staring at her.