She told me that I would have a wonderful time. I really needed it… a night for my own, after a very hard week at my office.The only detail Camilla ...id not mention, was that we would be going to a club where mostly black men hung out. I had decided to wear a sexy mini skirt with a satin blouse; no bra; just a very tiny black thong on and a nice pair of stiletto heels… Camilla started at me, saying I a real street whore…She was right; my tiny skirt was very short and it even had a slit down one. Our evening conversations became more and more awkward as we tried to find something we could talk about without falling into uncomfortable silences every five minutes. Six months later, our evening conversation sessions were cancelled. When it was finally proved conclusively that my condition was permanent, he stopped coming to my test sessions altogether." Did you ever see him again?" Of course I did. I was still a Venus employee. But it became very rare for us to see each other and it was. He tried to assimilate everything that had happened earlierand all she had said about his new status. Ava drifted off to sleepbefore long. Martin was up half the night, trying to sort out what layahead for him. His balls got sore and kept on aching.That had been six weeks ago. Now, in the maid role he frequently had toassume, he finished his check up in the mirror and went to the bedroomdoor. His stockings were straight. The tiny red heart he wore on alace choker around his neck was. More and more former males have taken to using cosmetics as the days have passed, but though we may all be women now this is one trend I'm going to resist. I hate wearing make-up. I like my face naked and unadorned, thank you very much. It's a pleasant enough face, though nothing special. Then again, it had been nothing special before it changed either, so I guess things worked out pretty much even in that department. I kinda missed my moustache, but what really hurt was losing seven inches in.