‘Hello, I’m Simone,’ The first girl said. Simone was a lovely, suntanned blonde with very wavy blonde hair that went mid-way down her back. She ...ad a lovely body and appeared to be about 5’6′, a bit taller in the heels she was wearing. She was in a pretty white embroidered corset and stockings. She had the kind of smile that made men melt. ‘I’m Monique, hello,’ the other girl spoke. She had the slightest trace of an accent and appeared to be a bit more alluring. Her hair was a darker shade of. And so my journey into womanhoodbegan.On his instructions, I quit my job, said goodbye to the few friends Ihad, and even phoned my mom and told her not to expect to hear from meagain. I enrolled in a special school for boys who wanted to be girlsand dedicated myself to the goal of becoming my man's dream come true.It was an intensive class, like boot camp complete with a drill sergeantof a teacher. At the end of 3 months, female mannerisms and dress weresecond nature. I had changed my name. Our Turandot tipped the scales at what had to be pretty close to three hundred pounds. I knew too, from having worked with her before, that she had the personality of a rasp; the only reason she was up there was that she also had a voice like a trumpet, which is what the role calls for. Meantime Calaf has Camilla St. John, our Gilda in Rigoletto who's now singing a slave girl named Liu, absolutely drooling for him and he doesn't give her a second glance. Hmm, drop-dead gorgeous girl who loves. He supposed he could wait until tomorrow, but wanted to talk to her sooner. x-x-x-x Connie had been right, Simon thought. Ben was a nice guy, and they had a mock serious argument on the merits of the Mets versus the Yankees, and then about the National and American Leagues in general. Dinner was a lot more comfortable than it would have been with his family, Simon reflected. Especially with whatever disagreement he was having with his brother. He wasn’t sure what had started it. Politics,.