In a way, she'd always known; her earliest childhoodmemories involved aprons and lace and bright yellowribbons; the innocent, dawning fantasies of atr...nsgendered child. The knowledge had been abstractand hazy, like the blurring lens of a unfocusedcamera, but the understanding had been there allalong. Over the years, it had grown into a certainty,a conviction profound enough to bring about thereconstruction her body, her identity and ultimately,her entire being. All set in motion by a single. I used to love the way her nose moved whenever she talked in a mischievous mood. She has a fit body with firm buttocks.The tight Punjabi dresses with ample visible cleavage that she wears accentuate the curves of her body. Her breasts press against the tight dresses of hers which outlines the kind of bra she is wearing underneath. And by ‘which kind of bra’ I mean none.This happened quite frequently. Her tits jiggle every time she rushes in and out of the boss’s cabin. I watched her for so long. The store was known far and wide as Oker’s Artifacts and Rarities, a place where the most precious and rarest items of long gone civilizations could be purchased.Oker’s wares were genuine and his clientele the richest of the rich, including purchasing agents for Union corporations and galactic governments with virtually bottomless purses. Raffolk was human and some claimed he came from the New Siam Kingdom before it became Union, but like the masters of this bazaar, Raffolk never really told. Except underneath I had some pink lingerie on and my whole body was shaved and smooth. I was at the bar and ordered a drink when a man, we'll call him Dave (not his name), came up. He looked like he was having a lot of fun, and a lot of drinks. He asked the bartender what I ordered and got one as well. I told him they're good and he tried it. I noticed when he was looking at me, he looked at me the way a man looks at a woman when he wants to fuck her. We chatted for a little bit and had a nice.