I had not thought I would find myself here so quickly or indeed at all.I had to let go of my old masculine identity and recognise that I waseither mea...t to be a chick with a dick or possibly even a woman now.So pulled on a Macintosh which Tracey insisted I buttoned the other way"like a real woman" to cover my uniform and got into the car with Traceyto drive to work. Tracey insisted on driving. So I found myself in the"wife" seat.It was time to meet my new colleagues. It turned out that. .. 34A right?" Peter asked, admiring his young daughter in law. "Yupper, good guess, I was 32A in high school but now it's closer to 34, depending on where I buy them" Julie added looking down at her now tingling breasts."You know my ex-wife used to complain because she wanted to buy one of those cute and sassy little bras but they are only made for people like you, so there are some advantages you know?" Peter re-assured. "Yeah I guess you are right, most of mine ARE pretty cute and sexy". She tried to take a nap the whole time, but the typical interruptions kept her awake. As the hours went by, she became more and more frustrated. Everything about that flight, since the minute she left her house, had gone wrong. And to top that, she hadn't had sex in three months. All she wanted to do was take a quick nap, but for some reason the Gods had conspired against her and caused every cliché distraction that had ever stepped onto an airplane to converge on one flight. Suddenly, a baby. Please do take a seat."Miss Dawson was an experienced teacher. She was thirty-eight-years-old. She always dressed for school in a white blouse and a dark blue skirt. It was summer and she wore short sleeves. She wore stockings throughout the year. Mrs Stone had always thought Miss Dawson to be one of the scarier teachers though. She was after all, on the discipline team. In fact, whenever the Headmistress was away it was Miss Dawson who disciplined any of the girls who were sent to her. The.