Kevin, on the other hand, was almost sullen. He took part in the conversation and thanked the Webbers several times for both the diving lesson and the...meal, but I could tell he was sulking, and I thought I knew why.When Beth suggested that we should get home Gail stood up and almost fell on her pert derrière. Obviously, the wine had gone to her head. I didn't know if it was from a lack of experience with alcohol or maybe she had a metabolism that didn't handle it well, but either way, my. Honeyhead!" He made a flamboyant gesture with one arm.All eyes were on the open door. The Three Stoogettes held their breath, crossing their fingers against the hope that he would be straight. A couple of milliseconds passed; they seemed like full minutes.Then the new manager entered confidently, and a collective gasp went around the break room. K.C. Honeyhead was a woman! A beautiful woman, to be exact, five-foot-ten, statuesque, with finely chiseled, intelligent features, dazzling blue eyes. Then again, a chance glance at my reflection in the mirror on the back of Megan?s bathroom door drove home the fact that it was already well along in fact. I have a figure that is far more feminine than masculine, with curves both above and below the waist. Stopping before I get into the tub to take a really critical look at my reflection, I can see now that I?ve only been putting this off, refusing to admit to myself what is already obvious now, I really am becoming a woman in every sense. But now I decided that if this happens again I will kiss her and by that it may be possible she grants my kiss and if she got angry I just left form there-this was the only choice left with me.I decided to be there soon on some working day, in the absence of her husband and when her children go to attend school and soon I was there. I noticed the beauty was all alone. It was 11 in the morning I won the first race, but the second was difficult to achieve. I was waiting for some chance to.