All of which, gently, eludes to her rather busty profile.Anyhow, as I opened the door, she looks at me and asks what it is. I found myself rather unpr...pared for what I was to ask, as my mind went searching. After moments, I utter: "Would you please make sure that the bedding is changed in the guest room." And she smiles - the knowing one again.This made me rather nervous and I looked at her in her working outfit and found her to make that type of uniform to be very sexy attire indeed. I also. Knowing her, I think she's slept or atleast fooled around with some men on the train here. If any of them come,I'll just pretend I don't know them. Which is true in a sense. I'd betterkeep my guard up.I gain a new strange appreciation for my sister Pamela, she's a genuineprostitute, and I'm just an imitation. Although it was exciting pretendingto be her. She's brave and stupid for choosing the life she has. I have torealize that I'm just a regular guy. When I go back to being a man I'mgoing to. "On the way home mom told me that the waiting was over, and she wouldtake the next day off and help me become a girl. That night she took alot of measurements, and I slept like I had a snake in my bed. I tossedand turned all night, wondering why I was the one singled out for thisto happen to. I never wanted to be a girl, and didn't know much aboutthem, except for the obvious differences. They talk and wave their handsa lot, giggle for no reason, then spend a lot of their time in smallgroups and. I always felt like I was sitting in his funky crotch whenever I drove his car. The upholstery was brown fabric and carried his heat and the musky man smell of him (or at least it did in my imagination). I used to have fun once in a while sucking him off when he drove - I would rub my face against the grain of the driver's seat fabric and drive myself crazy feeling the coarse, rough texture of his trousers and that wonderful musky man-smelling hard cock of his throbbing when I went down on it..