I had stood watching so enviously as my colleagues, the colleagues from my previous life still lived the good life. To them, the tartily dressed girl ...ooked like a cheap slut, not worthy of sucking them off let alone being associated with them. Like me when I had been a male, they had standards that would not allow them to associate with a pretty but slutty looking female.I walked to the bus stop. It was just after six and I had to be at the club for seven. The wind was blowing and I could feel. I was therefore surprised when, two years after divorce, I received a call from my ex to babysit the house and his son for a weekend since he was going away on a job trip. He was very embarrassed and very apologetic. I agreed of course. Perhaps for old times sake.I arrived at the house around seven in the morning. He was supposed to catch a ten o'clock flight. He gave me a brief tour of the new house, apologizing profusely for bothering me as such and left in a hurry, already worried that he. ?She stood up, her boobs bouncing and nipples standing at full attention. “I need a shower,” she announced, and then she marched out.I turned, watching her go. It wasn’t a matter of ogling her butt again, but studying her manner. After she was out of sight, I turned to Mom. She gave me a sincere expression for a second and then waved toward the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready when you are.”I studied her face for a moment and then let it go. I also realized that Mom was already dressed too.. I doubted just then that it was possible to feelany more exquisite than I did just then. I smoothed my gown over myhoops, more for the pleasure of doing so than to smooth any wrinkles,and finally tore myself from the mirror and from Lisa. I glided over tothe door and gallantly pulled it open with my satin covered hands, andshe curtsied just before she squeezed past my hoops and back out intothe hall."Lisa!" Gretchen called. "There you are. You're going to be in rowtwo." She handed Lisa a.