Christy was carefully laying a robe on the toilet seat. On top of the robe she laid a pair of little, lace trimmed, pink panties. "Are those for me?"... "Yea, wasn't that sweet of her? They're pretty. Hurry up now, they've started breakfast. Don't bother to dry your hair. You can do that after we eat. Just wrap a towel on your head and come out." Christy leaned over and kissed me, smiling. "Hurry now." I bothered me that Christy had told her friends my preference in underwear. The ones they. When I took a turn to dance with her, she absolutely glowed!For the first couple years they came in regularly, holding hands and sharing discrete kisses. And every year on their anniversary, they would come in and dance, and it was always to one of Chris' favorite songs. She was a country music fanatic and the group Alabama was at the top of her list. Though not much of the regular crowd played it, I always kept some in the jukebox for her. The quarters would go in and they would dance together. Kay stood behind Lucy, and gripped her softly effeminate upper arms, turning her so that all the leering women could inspect her delicate womanly features, and the diminished masculine feature that belied her gender.“See what a male desiring femininity can be reduced to? ... I’m sure you’ll all agree that when dressed in a pretty gown or party dress, you’d never know that this was a male ... or what’s left of one.” The haughty bitches sneered their agreement at Kay’s statement, their eyes. Logs. Now." Here you go," I said, handing her my employment records. She started going through them, making sure every t was crossed and i was dotted like she always did. But by the time she was half way through, she started blinking a lot. Her stiff set shoulders started to relax. Her medicine was kicking in."Is it warm in here or is it just me?" she asked."It does seem awfully warm," I told her."I thought so! I should tell maintenance about that!" After our interview, right?" I asked."Huh? Oh.