.." To bother waiting," she says, and I sense a little bad blood betweenthem, "Do you remember why I'm in this role and you're not Miss Black?" Perfec...ly well, but there's no need to bring that up in front of thestaff!" Miss Black replies defensively. "Go on Maid, introduce yourselfand tell the Mistress why you're here."I step forward and do my best curtsy, dropping low and holding form, ifthere's anyone I want to impress it's Mistress Thorne. The low postureputs even more pressure on my. It's no wonder Frank thebully thought I was an easy mark, looking the way I do. I may bepretty, but I'm still not a sissy, just ask Frank and any of the otherkids who look to me for protection. As I've said already, I'm tough asnails, and I'll do anything, any other boy will do. I've had thescrapes to prove it. Maybe that's why I don't object to looking like apretty girl, who's going to tease me about it, certainly not Frank orhis cronies?"Mrs. Meyer, I don't know what I should say. To be. Looking inside it from her new height really locked in how differenteverything was. Before she had needed to bend over at the waist to geta beer off the bottom shelf, now she barely had to bend at all.Only two beers left. God she wished there were more. She took one outand looked at it. She cracked it open and took a sip. It tasted great,way better than when she was a man. The tingling from the bubbles ranacross her tongue and down her throat in a pleasant, almost ticklishmanner. She paused. I had not felt his tongue on me and like some magical serpent, it slithered in a way that I did not think any human tongue could move. In, out and around, flicking, digging, driving me crazy. Then his fingers joined in, twisted together and exploring.I guess I had my answer. One orgasm down, with who knows how many more to come. I tossed my own shirt aside and was working his up his body. I had interrupted him, but once he managed his own jeans he slid onto the bed between my legs.It didn’t.