She was always in a hurry when it came time to catch the train home, and ifnot for this particular habit of hers she may have noticed the man who hadb...en shadowing her for the past week. But as usual she was focused on catchingthe first train home. And because of her plans to get away for her long weekend,she was in a particularly good mood, and as she settled into her seat and delvedinto the novel she had brought for the train ride home. Occasional stealingglimpses of the passing scenery that. I’m hoping next week to get back in the swing of things.I’m still working on my weight loss. I’ve been stuck just above 220 for a long minute. Hopefully, I’ll get it figured out soon.I’ve also been able to do some weaving. For the longest time I couldn’t focus or control my hands well enough. So Yay!I still have Aphasia that comes and goes at will (it’s, not mine.) I still get thrown into confusion if very many people are talking around me at once. I can handle a small group of say six people. Mistress demands I wear a bra 24/7. No problem! I luckedout again. I have nice size natural breasts (40B's, thank you verymuch!) Not many men are that lucky.So, the Mistress decrees and I obey. That is what a Sissy does and I ama good Sissy. Always have been and always will be. Which brings us tothe subject at hand; Talking to your breasts.Talk comes easy for me. Never had a problem talking. And who better totalk to than a part of you. One of your female parts. At least that iswhat Mistress. "Excuse me Miss."Without looking up the girl responded. "Can I help you?" There wasnothing sweet about her demeanor. It was curt and rehearsed; a reflexfrom dealing with too many people while performing her dead end job."Yes, I need the station's help. See..." Gary said realizing that he hadno idea how to describe what he was really here for. Hell, we didn'teven talk about what I should say."Have a seat, someone will be with you as soon as someone is available."The girl droned in monotonous.