Burning withembarrassment, I pedaled down the road.It was only minutes later when I arrived at the Club, where they wereindeed expecting me. Cindi and...Grace obligingly took me off my bike andcarried me to a backstage dressing room where Robyn was waiting. Usingsponges soaked in mild cologne, I wiped the sweat from our bodies thoseparts that weren't sealed up in the rubber casings) then dusted us withpowder, combed out our hair and fixed our makeup. Really! Having the useof my arms had seemed a. Somehow Ihad become addicted to them.It had all reached a crescendo last night when I had had my first wetdream in ages thinking about being a femboy again and taking the pillsand wearing the girly clothes.That is why I now found myself in downtown LA in a high-rise corporateoffice building. I had somehow worked up the courage to come to FemBoyInc. headquarters and beg for my old job back. It was the only way toget access to the special vitamins. After waking up this morning, I hadsearched high. Dark hair just past his ears framed a strong, handsome face with intense eyes but a broad smile lit them up. His torso covered tightly by the black t-shirt with the Garage logo and Staff on the sleeve looked impenetrably fit. Tattoos, including Hell's Angels iconography, covered his arms. He compensated for the fey name not only by his manliness but with his constant companion, Georgina nearly always perched on his lap while he guarded entrances. She smiled at me as well with her girl next door. But after a few moments a picture filled the entire screen. It was a picture of the inside of a very expensive and lavishly furnished room of some sort. It looked like a den.I gazed at the screen wondering what it meant and then I heard a door open. I looked around my office thinking that someone had come in but then I realized that the sound was coming from the monitor on my desk. It wasn't a picture after all, it was a video, a very professionally made video. I stared at the screen and.