" CHAPTER 9I was panicking as I was getting ready to leave the office. Did I go abit too far with Mark? Did I encourage too much his Marcia side? God,... Ihope I wasn't going to come face to face with a freaky creature. I readenough about cross dressers to know they tend to exaggerate and theirappearance is often false and grotesque. I hope he wasn't going toappear in front of me as a French maid, an icon so popular withtrannies.I left the office and made a small detour for a stop to the. "I am early," I said. "Is it okay if I wait at a table?" How many in your party, sir?" Margot said, a trace of a southern accent, her voice all business. But her face gave her away. Margot was an open one, for sure. Margot's lush and blushy face, and her nervous hands."Two," I said, and I held up two fingers, like a child's bunny rabbit, and I wiggled Bunny's ears. Margot grinned and clucked her tongue.She held two menus to her lovely bosom and led me along, and I watched her from behind, at. He had gotten taller and the baby fat had drained from his face, revealing an angular beauty. He was happy to see me, or so I assumed from the stray wood he got during the first class. Used to that sort of thing, I dismissed it as an unfortunate byproduct of his age and vowed to resume wearing the high cut shirts and blouses that I had eschewed during the hot months of summer. The first few weeks of the term progressed normally. He would come to class for an hour every Friday afternoon. I. So there I was in the car with her by my side heading for school. She wore a white thin top with a jacket which she removed as it was hot day as soon as she got into the car. I noticed that the first few buttons of the top were unbuttoned exposing good cleavage. She wore a black skirt which just wrapped around her arse which always gave me a constant hard on! She got into the car next to me as I was driving. She complained about the heat and unbuttoned a few more buttons on her top. The result.