Sleep was my next priority and in no time, after stripping down to my boxers, I was stacking zzzz’s in my trusty sleeping bag. ‘Hello… anybody h...re? Hello?’ It was a female voice, and that fact just added to my sense of dislocation. It was the norm for me to be woken in hushed male tones, usually with a Latin American accent. It was also the norm for me to wake in the darkness of the early morning with the sounds and smells of the jungle, with a rifle, pack and webbing as a pillow. Above me was. The more I added to my new, feminine wardrobe, the more Iloved the feeling of wearing nylons. I only had one pair of tightsthat weren't specifically for ballet, and 2 pair of sheer pantyhosewhich I hadn't yet worn. I decided I was going to have to seriouslyexpand my selection of legwear, if I was going to be wearing them moreoften which was definitely my plan. It was so much nicer and morecomfortable when just lounging around the house to wear something frommy girl wardrobe; although I would. "Mom," I began, "I've got a job for the summer. I start on Monday." "A job? What kind of job? Don't you have to be fifteen to get workingpapers?" she asked me. "Yes Mom, you do," I said knowing it to be true. "Then how have you got a job?"I went on to explain that Mr. Ferris had offered me a summer positionassisting him in his shop. "You're going to be working in a wood shop?"she asked incredulously. "Yes Mom. It's a great opportunity for me. I'll be earning some money andlearning more about. I went out the balcony, still not wearing a thing, and saw the room across from me with the light on. I recognized the stocky build that kneeled next to the figure on the bed. I was just in time to see her slap his hand away from her ass.He stood slowly in defeat, running his hands through his hair. With his head hung low, he turned and walked out onto the balcony. He didn’t even notice me at first, so I had time to go back inside and mind my own business, but no. I couldn’t resist the.