Mein volles blondes Haar, dass ich bei der Arbeit meist zum Zopf gebunden hatte, trug ich offen. Lockig fiel es mir auf die Schultern. Schwarze hochha...kige Pumps und dezenter Schmuck rundeten das Bild einer attraktiven jungen Frau ab. Als ich mich im Spiegel betrachtete, musste ich schlucken. Ich war das Ebenbild meiner Mutter nur zwanzig Jahre jünger. Meine Mutter war mittlerweile Mitte 40. Eine gestandene Frau mit einer Ausstrahlung, der man sich nur schwer entziehen konnte. Meine Mutter. ”I noted that she was still in her power suit. What a tight ass, I thought. Once I had exchanged my work clothes for my slightly thermal garb, I returned to Joan’s door. When she opened the door I noticed she had not only changed her clothes, but she had changed her whole look. She wore a track suit with reflective strips sewn on to the arms and legs. She wanted to be visible, where as I didn’t want to be seen as I slipped through the night. She also had her hair pulled up into a short pony. The spanner in the works this time was that one of said unscrupulously recruited members of his team, a certain 25-year-old dusky Bavarian beauty named Uschi Dorster, who, being not only jutting and sizeable of bosom but unexpectedly just as quick of wit and sharp of mind, had been encouraged by Human Resources to sit in on the interview process. Alice was the third applicant they’d seen that morning. The first two had been eminently suited to the vacant position, but had, unbeknownst to Uschi,. He didn'tremember how many years in his dream but it didn't matter. It couldn'tbe possible to stay this way forever. He would have to grow up. Butwhat would be grow up as? Would he become a woman or become a man?Physically right now he was a man. He was in fact a man in his thirties,but he had been living the life suited for a pre-teen girl. Every schoolday he attended fifth grade. All his friends were middle school girlsand even though Marcia and Jimmy weren't really his parents they.