My legs are pretty long and black stockings really work wonders on them. I have a very thin waist to begin with, so I'm fairly close to passable. Ju...t not 100% passable. So one evening I was at the bookstore dressed in my usual type outfit. When you are going out to get a man for sex, you gotta dress the slut. Basically I always wear some sort of black dress, skintight and black stockings (thigh highs of course) and pumps, fashionable though... and usually my hair is long and curly when. He clears his throat, pulling me from my reverie. I sigh inwardly, and move away from the door. "Yes," I finally say, walking towards his desk. The door closes behind me and the click of the closed door makes me feel nervous and trapped all of a sudden. I set my report down on his desk and am about to turn away. "Jane, if you don't mind, would you like to take a seat?" I take my seat quietly and stare at him obediently as I wait for whatever he wants to say. He smiles as I wait for him to talk. Eventually... become one?" A girl? No. I told you, I'm not gay." Jordie," Frances laughed at that. "There are lots of girls who areattracted to girls, you know?" I know, but... what are you getting at?"Robbie cleared her throat. "Jordie... right now, you're still smalland feminine, but... at some point, that's probably going to change.You may not grow, but your features will start to get more... manly.If you want to stay... girlish... you might have to do something aboutthat." Something like. Aunt Iwona made a mushroom soup that was to die for. Traditionally, it is a meatless dinner, and the fish and everything else always makes it wonderful. We could not thank my Aunt and Uncle enough. She introduced her co-conspirators, Stan and Bill. Shelly and Marek and their two little ones were the photographic team. Mary and Maria, while in California now, had kept us busy last night. Cathy and I thanked them all. The cognac and a bottle of krupknic, a polish honey liquor, were in demand. .