‘It’s hot in here,’ he said, then he seemed to look at her for the first time and he frowned. ‘You’re naked.’ ‘Yes. Yes, Sir. I’m taki...g a shower.’ She felt incredibly foolish for pointing out the obvious. He studied her, his eyes running over her body critically. ‘Put your hands down.’ She dropped her arms, horribly aware that he’d be able to see her arousal now. He continued to run his eyes over her. ‘Turn around.’ She did. He was silent for quite a while, she began to think he had left. ‘The. Missing his cue and enteringthe stage too late for puberty, he was constantlymistaken for a girl, a delicate, ivory tomboyattempting to hide her femininity behind short hairand Nike runners and those ungainly black duffle coatsso popular a few years ago. She'd known, even then.In a way, she'd always known; her earliest childhoodmemories involved aprons and lace and bright yellowribbons; the innocent, dawning fantasies of atransgendered child. The knowledge had been abstractand hazy, like the. Dan noted the king-sized bed against the beige coloured wall. There were a smaller gas fireplace and double doors that led out to a balcony that overlooked the Moira River.She came to him placing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him. Her fingers loosened his tie and he unbuttoned the top one on his shirt and took off his suit jacket. Dan slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and she let it fall to the floor. He smiled taking in the beauty of her naked chocolate coloured. Sophie sends him off to the bathroom for him to shave his body. It takesa while but eventually he returns to find Sophie has left the dress andheels in the bedroom for him. First he goes to his underwear draw but tohis horror everything's been replaced with knickers and bras. Grumblingto himself, Nate takes out the set that was on top: a basic knicker andt-shirt bra set that are made from a material that's as pink as thedress. 'They're just underwear,' he tells himself as he slips on.