.." My biological father, Michael Hunter," he interrupted his mother's tirade.She tried to bull her way on through. "Your Uncle Mike agreed to leave m...e this house if I was a good mother to you."Mark reached in the thin file folder that held all the papers Claude gave him. "Here is a letter my real father, also known as Mike Hunter, wrote me. I am the one who is to decide if you fulfilled your duties as a mother. You were and are a lousy mother. Therefore, unless I sign off on that section of. But Mr Jones would have no idea. At least this was what the male part ofmy brain was desperately hoping.Maybe becoming a woman was not so bad I thought as I saw the thrilledlook on Mr Jones's face as he opened the door.He was a nice old man and it was great to bring a smile to his face. Ilet either the female part of my brain or my pantyhose take over mymouth. I was starting to struggle to tell which was which."I am just setting up a cleaning business, Sir, and wondered if you hadany work I. Yes he is older and yes he has a girlfriend but I want a chance to at least talk with him. He is leaving for college in a couple days and I want to see if there is any chance for me. I’m getting desperate to get his attention. My chance came yesterday.He was standing at the bottom of the stairs close to the front door. I’m standing the doorway to my rood dressed in yoga shorts and a tee shirt. I take a deep breath, take off my shirt. Then approach the top of the stairs topless. I’m a senior in. She was standing in quite a cavernous central hall and for a moment her courage almost deserted her, never the most confident girl the gleaming efficiency of the place overwhelmed her. It was reasonably busy with people rushing everywhere and she stood rooted to the spot in confusion and fear.She was saved when she suddenly heard a girls voice asking if she could help her coming from behind. Spinning round she saw a pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey.