." Damn it, John, you're doing it again. Get me off that fucking pedestal! I don't want to be a "good girl". I want to be your girlfriend. If I were L...v, or Mary Jo, or even Gail you wouldn't hesitate. I mean, you didn't push Liv away when she blew you in the classroom. If that had been me would you have let me?" She stared at me. "The truth, John."I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't think I had ever heard Missy drop the f-word, so I knew she was angry. Was she also right? Was I treating her. “Sergeant Yancy Smith.” He nodded. “Your dad saved my life, Mr. Miles.”“Sweet!” I said, excitedly. “You were at the battle of Earth?”“Uh ... Brash...” Cindi said, her voice soft. “You, uh, got a bit of red on you.”She was pointing at my chest. I blinked and looked down. There was, indeed, a fuzzy red growth on my chest, nestled around where the rocket had hit me. I scoffed and brushed it off me. It didn’t go away. I frowned, then shapeshifted it away. There! Now it was gone. I nodded. “Better?”. Johnson as her personal assistants. We were to have nomanagement duties at all, the job description called for us to be herassistants and to be at her beck and call, both during and after work. Wewere required to wear women's clothing, makeup and wigs at all timesstarting on the following Monday. Up until that time, we were allowedfreedom to dress in an androgynous manner, so we did not have to fullydress as women, but to look like we were women in transition. "What do you mean by transition?". He had dimples that made themselves apparent each time he smiled. His eyes were always cast a warm, friendly glow. I found myself really liking this k** the more I talked to him.After about ten minutes in the dry sauna, Mike's t-shirt was soaked with sweat. He slipped it up over his head, revealing a well-built, hairless torso and flat stomach. I was beginning to get confused by my attraction to him. I'd never felt anything sexual for another male before, but I kept feeling that familiar.