My boss, Teresa, called me into her office the day after my changes weretoo big to hide anymore."I just want you to know that you have my total suppor...," she said. "Ifanybody gives you any hassle about being, um, transgender --" she pausedand glanced at something on her monitor, probably an article about genderdysphoria -- "tell me and I'll have Wanda in Human Resources give them astern talking-to. Second offense and they're out the door." Thanks," I said, and meant it; but then she had to. ” The door opened and a fit 26-year-old black man stood there. He was tall, at least 6 foot, had short cropped black hair, and had an athletic build. He was wearing a tight blue T-shirt and black shorts. He looked first to Tyson, then to Tommy, before focusing on Kim. He looked her up and down without saying a word than muttered, “come inside.”The apartment wasn’t much cleaner than the hallway, boxes, bags, and clothing covered the floor, but at least there weren’t any bugs visible, thought. ..Mia,” she murmured, clasping the sides of her head, “Mia. Mia. Mia. What the devil are you thinking?” The porter bell rang. She opened her eyes. She still saw Miguel seated there. Damn. “Hey. Hello again,” Brad said, taking his seat across from her, “Take two, huh?” At first, Mia didn't flinch, but finally she blinked and shook her head like snapping out of a hypnotic funk. “I'm...sorry,” she mumbled, “Who are you?” He frowned, grinning awkwardly. He pointed to himself and said, “Brad. We. He moaned and asked me to stop. He wasn’t ready yet, he said, and he didn’t want to cum too soon. I stroked deep into his ass and held my position there, giving him all I had. I took my head off of his dick and, as I did, he leaned his face to mine and kissed me passionately. He said he knew we were just a one-nighter, but he wanted to thank me for trying so hard to give him pleasure. Then came tears. Tears! He told me how difficult it was for him to have dates because too many times when he.