I’ll have to …’ ‘Talk to Phil?’ ‘Yes. It’s his choice — our choice and that’s it.’ ‘Do you call him when you need to shit too?�...� ‘Belittling me is not a good idea, Sarah. You need help, these kids need help and I’m here to help. If your attitude is a problem then you deal with it but don’t give me shit. I’ll take the responsibility for tonight, sure, but you take the responsibility for putting me in charge. If something happens that I’m not qualified for then it’s your problem. Got it? Let’s. As weleft the salon and I heard our heels clicking on the sidewalkoutside, I felt, well, liberated is the best word, I guess. Iknew that, to the world, thanks to the magic worked by the girlsin the salon, I looked like a woman. The sound of those heelswas like an affirmation of that fact.Every step seemed to say, 'Look at me. I am WOMAN! ' Bobbieseemed to sense what I was feeling because she looked sidewaysat me and grinned. I could feel a breeze blowing softly under myskirt and tickling my. They’d been ok but she was ready for the main event, especially because she massively fancied the lead singer of the main band. She was waiting to get served at the bar and felt someone press up behind her. She didn’t really mind, the bar was busy and she knew she was bound to attract some male attention the way she was dressed. Red “Fuck me” heels, a short schoolgirl style plaid shirt and a tight t-shirt of the band. She pressed her arse back against the person behind her, not knowing or even. She fixed coffee and a toast, and returned to the nurse's station.As she ate her mind wandered to events of the previous evening. After logging into an online chat room, she had a delightfully nasty time conversing with a complete stranger that she knew only by his log in name. ---Wasting-Time: Do you play with yourself while you cyber? ------JME694U: That’s what makes it fun------Wasting-Time: Describe yourself to me------JME694U: 5’ 10” Long blond hair, Blue eyes. Long shapely legs. With a.