When I was out, she stood up. Went over to the mirror. Looked in it. Fixed herself together. Pulled her skirt down. Gave me her beautiful smile and le...ft me blue balled. Without saying a word. If I would be allowed to, I would still jerk of to that incident. Two weeks later, on the day, she came in again. It was lunch time. Rush hour for me and my work mates. She didn’t even bother to order anything. While passing by me, she just gave me one command every one could hear:”To the women’s room”Not. Then Shelly appeared Thursday morning. I sort of knew she hung out up there. I mean, I knew the girl I rode with on the bus spent time in one of the apartments up that way. I didn't know much about her life but I could see from her bearing that she was struggling with the role in which she had been cast. The car ride to the airport was like nothing I've ever expected. Shelly was a completely different girl. Then I realized it was partly an act. She wasn't different. She was still sweet and. &, being of whom was getting pretty much like so fed up with living a secretive lifestyle preference, & not really much getting that being of the fringe benefits of doing so as in not getting that being of the chance to possibly put on my labcoat, & then likewise possibly experiment with the many different races of born, & raised female persons representing the opposite sex being of grown, adult women from likewise whatsoever walks of life, factions of society, or lifestyle preferences being of. I had a few hundred dollars to tide me over for a while. The room and board of my relatives was more helpful than I can say. A week or so after arriving in town I found myself staying with my father's sister and her family. I had known them as long as I could remember and had played with my cousins close to my age when we were children. One of my cousins, a middle child, plump and red-headed, seemed to take an interest in me. She was nineteen years old and wanted to go with me everywhere, even.