Trappedas a boy. Having to go through the things that you were over here." Sheswallowed, wiping at the tears straining to leak over her eyelids. "Andt...e more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed." Okay ..." I said, wondering if she was going to get to her pointanytime this evening."Well, when you started acting all weird while you were looking atyourself in the mirror, it made me think about Charlie looking at hernew self. Then n you saw yourself in her panties ... I sort of. I don’t know when she came near me; she gave a kiss on my lips and gave me the shock again. I thought she was just joking, but no, she wants to get fucked by me.I recovered from the shocking moment and held her tightly, made an eye to eye contact and kissed her forehead first, then her cheeks, and then her lips. We continued the French kiss for a long time. She told me to wait for few minutes and she went away. In the mean time, I was thinking what this happened was just an imagination or was. “Yes, Sir I will help in any way I can.” He stood. “Well, to be fair, you never really had the option of saying no.” He shot me a quick, fatherly smile and walked to the door. “Mitchell. Come in please,” he said into the hall. The first thing I noticed was his broad chest. Then I saw the arms, which were barely containing his biceps. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I looked down to conceal my awe at seeing such a fit young body here at work. He was wearing red leather cowboy boots and I. In a flash she pulled on her jeans and a heavy Irish knit sweater and went to Ghirardelli Square, to Paraphernalia, where she bought a very hip and sexy crepe dress and some ultra sheer panty hose with seams up the back, very 40's and Dorothy Lamour looking. She found a pair of outrageous red satin sandals with platforms and five inch heels at another shop and exultantly brought her purchases home. She had a quick sandwich and a glass of milk while she waited for the tub to fill, then eased.