There was one slight problem – actually more than slight – I had no idea where in the Trump Parc I was supposed to be living and it wasn't like I ...ould just walk up to the concierge and ask!Two hours later a cab deposited me at the entrance and the doorman hurried to grab my single leather satchel, but I held onto it. I didn't want to explain where it needed to be delivered. I was dressed in what I would describe as conservative casual expensive. The truly wealthy and I had worked with some of. I will fill the cups or not!Please! Please! Please! I have tried so hard to improve my bust."I must, I must, I must improve my bust!"Three months ago "my bust" would have seemed foreign to my ears.Times change.So do Sissies.___________________________________My name was Jim (Ugh!) and Mistress's name is, do I dare to speak it,Claire.I am 35 and she is 33. Well I was 35. Sissies do not have ages. They justare. So I am whatever Mistress wishes me to be in age. I hate diapers!We were both Trust. Gregg had tried to explain it once to friends when he'd been married to his first and only wife. Actually it was her friends as he had few of his own as he was rather socially backward. And it was in the days he was an electrical engineer flying for NASA on shuttle missions, before he became a junk man, a garbage collector. He'd tried to explain to them that he believed in God because one could not go into orbit and see the millions of points of light so brilliant in the jet black background. I made a vow that I would avenge myself for my exile from Chicago. I nodded yes to Audrey that I would do as she asked."Good. Well come on girl. Let's go try on those uniforms right now." Audrey said with enthusiasm. I followed her up to her attic. There must have been at least twenty trunks stored up there. Audrey found the right trunk on the first try. We brought the whole trunk downstairs to her living room. She closed her blinds and drapes making sure no one could see into the room from.