I'd looked atmyself in the mirror before leaving the office. I was still attractive butI had a streak of gray in my brown hair and new lines around ...y eyes.I was wearing a new suit with a fashionably short skirt. I blessed mymother's genes for ensuring that I had the legs to wear it. After twentyminutes I was ushered into the principals office. Her name was Jeanette Black andshe was young, not quite thirty. She was blonde and pretty and confident.She went over what had happened and said. ..thanks bro." no problem."i could instantly tell he felt better.i felt good, making him feel better.but for some reason i had to break this moment,"and thanks for not beating my ass."he chuckled"its cool bro." he smiled."and also, thanks for giving me something to do. I'm always bored. no one to hang out with."I'm starting to tell my life story to a bully."why don't you hang out with friends?"at first i thought he was joking, until i saw a confused look on his face. He really didn't. I’m glad of that much at least,” Cassie thought aloud as she held hands with an equally shaken Hector.“Irony, that their mausoleum was barely finished when they perished. Almost as if our parents had a premonition of the future. And this monstrosity was perfect for them, too. Modeled after the Taj Mahal, not a Greek or Roman design as one might expect. All because Dad was so impressed by the romance between Shah Jahan and his favorite wife that he couldn’t resist that kind of style. Fitting,. I had my own brand of fun in mind.I went through the routine, fitting together all the bits I had done before, it was going to take me about three hours I reckoned. That with all the new aspects of my change-over, the extras I'd bought specially for that evening. Not cheap but, again, worth every penny. Breast-forms at over £200 the pair, but they looked so great, so realistic, I'd paid for quality. They felt good and looked good too, a very good colour-match to my own skin. And the latex.