We mingled with a few people I knew. I could tell the first woman with whom I worked by her voice. She was from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and had this cute... drawl, pretty rare for the people in this part of the country. What was even funnier was her costume. She was dressed as Marie-Antoinette, her costume a cross between the Sofia Coppola/Kirsten Dunst version and the one by Le Brun. One thing I’d never noticed about her were her breasts. Maybe it was the costume or a Wonderbra. Regardless, there. I could see she was trembling as she wrote her e-mail address down. She kept thanking me and said that she would see me alright. I dismissed her offers with a firm refusal of monitory gain. It was agreed that I would send her a couple of pic’s Tuesday night and I would use the chat thing to tell her she had mail.Tuesday came and I found myself in my flat with my camera in hand. It felt strange but at the same time very erotic. I thought that a photo of me smiling fully dressed wouldn't be what. At this time, Dale decided he could no longer dress as a man...men's clothesnow fit him poorly, and his breasts were too large to conceal.. Being aself-employed computer consultant, he began to set up new accounts, callingon customers as a woman, of course using his own name. He found, that beingan attractive young woman, his business actually improved, and he was thehappiest he'd ever been. Perhaps the change in his personality helped, alongwith his looks. He had become so ladylike, Wendy was. She starts on Munday."Like I sed, I dont argu with my Mama. Now them whormons were kickin inand all the hare on my face, armz and legz were off me. I lookt like agirl. That purty nurse tole me how to put on make me up. And Mama byd mea hole lotta shit to smeer on my face. My blond hare wuz growin out so Ilooked like a girl. A purty one two.ThreeMama wuz glad I wuz outta the house when I walkt to werk on Munday. Iwent to church with her on Sonday. It wuz reel relaxin until after thepreecher said.