We were Self Respect Enhancement.Harlan called the meeting to order, but quickly turned it over to me. Since seats were in rows, I went to the front. ...hristine followed like a shadow. I introduced myself as Dr. Richards. I would be available for one-on-one counseling, at the usual rates. All details could be arranged through my assistant, Christine. However, regretfully, I was not yet able to offer visual support. I then introduced Richard, as Counselor-in-training. Heads nodded as if this all. Liz, June and another woman I didn't know, ahusky, butch-looking brunette, all laughing their heads off at myfeminized antics!"Girls!" I leaped to my feet.... "You're here!" ....and minced over to themin my heels. "Give me my clothes! Get me home! Get me out of here!"My only answer was more laughter. And a surly, impatient look from thebutch-brunette. Finally Carla got her giggling under control and said,"Sorry Sweetie; it's just that you look so completely ridiculous, allfeminine like. She was about 18 long hair , dark skin.She was sleeping on a big chair , her right leg spread over the arm of the chair , she had a small piercing on her nose and a silver chain over her neck , her duppatha had fallen on the floor and hence was not doing its duty of covering her cleavage , legs spread , showing a nice cleavage and sleeping like a sexy princess , I stood rooted to the spot for about 5 minutes admiring her beauty , suddenly I heard footsteps down the corridor and I woke up from. I did not wear any bra inside. My cleavage was visible. I knew I had to make most of this chance.I went to his door and rang the bell. I waited, but no one answered. I rang the bell again. I waited for few more minutes and then rang the bell again. I thought that maybe he might not be at home, so I was just about to go back to my home when he opened his door. I was dumbfounded at the site. Only his lower half was covered with a towel. His whole torso could be seen. His hair very wet, and messy..