I had the items on in no time flat, and was back in the mirror admiring myself. Diane was beaming at her excellent fashion choices as she smoothed the...dress over my body sending thrills done my spine. I turned to face her but the clock in the living room struck five breaking us out of our reverie as the hour of his approach was nearing. She sat me down at her boudoir and brushed my medium length blond hair out of my eyes and affixed it that way with a large red ribbon that matched the. "Alright so, but like- you weren't lesbian before, right? I mean, you never wanted to have sex with a girl as a guy, or at least that's what you told me." She said, obviously struggling a little to wrap her brain around the concept."Well, right... I dunno, it's weird. I guess I sorta knew when a girl was hot, and sometimes I thought about girls- but with me being a guy... but I didn't want to have sex, no. Now, though, it's like... I can be me, and I still like guys a lot," (smacked her solidly. .. I know.” And it was not enough. Not enough. “We should have looked into these suspicious kine earlier.”“We let the Invictus run much of the city so we can focus on our own affairs, Annie. You know that.”“Perhaps that is not enough anymore? We toil, exploring what mysteries lay beyond our grasp, for centuries now!” She grit her teeth, and forced her nerves to calm. A moment later her hair was pulled over her shoulder, and she combed it with both sets of fingers as she watched her city beneath. I always was a macho guy?good athlete?big sports fan. Butsecretly, I enjoyed reading about fashion and girly things. So, thisshampoo job seemed like a good opportunity, even if the pay was a littlebelow my standards.I finally got the courage to apply. I drove over to 'Angela's BeautyBoutique' on Main Street?in a seedy section of town. Kind of a run-downneighborhood, but Angela's looked like a nice place. I am white, and thesalon was mostly African-American. That did not bother me because.