"Now that you're on your way to becoming a woman, I want tosee you wearing a dress and pantyhose tomorrow," my bosssaid. "And also put on some makeup ...tomorrow."Shortly after I got back to my desk, Jane and anotherfemale co-worker stopped by. They had overheard my bosstalking to me."Are you really going to wear a dress and pantyhosetomorrow?" Jane asked."Yes, I guess I am."The two women walked away, giggling between themselves.After they left, it seemed like there was a constant paradeof people. Well being a horny high school grad I figured what the hey good for a blow job right? I approached the man and we started chatting and he told me to follow him to his place where we could be more comfortable and he could get dressed. When we got to his place and he got out of his car, he had taken the tranchcoat off and I was starring at an amazingly beautiful body, with 36C tits, a great ass, the best legs, all was perfect except that he had an 8" dick sticking out of the panties. Well to be. But sometimes even those three simple needs were more than they had money to fulfill. That winter though one of them had planted a simple vegetable garden with potatoes and onions. The other owned a couple of old hens, enough to ensure a daily supply of three to four eggs each day. These two strong women, who worked long hours in the cotton mill for next to no pay, would come home in time to make dinner of fried potatoes and onions with scrambled eggs. They would stretch their simple feast to. They spoke on the phone between times. Pam was French and wore the plain high hemmed black dresses I imagined all French waitresses wore. Even passing fifty her legs suited them. The temptation to see what I might see each time she sat was almost irresistible. One time she locked herself out of her place. She rang our place. Trace was out but I drove over to help her. I could remove the louvers from her laundry window but was too big to get through. I hoisted her to the sill and steadied her as.