I desperately held still in the hope the female guest would let me go before the inevitable happened. but as I looked across the room I saw Mistresses... short haired, naked female servant, her heavy breasts glistening with sweat & a small patch of brown pubes leading down to obviously aroused labia, staring straight at my swollen, aching erection.feeling my orgasm building I opened my legs to pull my dick free but the female guest tightened her grip around my erection. by this point the guest was. I wasstill 5'10" tall, but went from 185 lbs. to just 165 lbs. I also lost alot of muscle mass. My waist went from 33" to 29" and I realized that nowthat my waist was narrower than my hips I started to look better in mydresses and jeans.My new thinner male look began to change my experiences. When I did go toan art gallery I started to attract the attention of men instead of women.The women that I did speak to talked to me and treated me like agirlfriend rather than a predator. I met Olivia at. Other truths were left unsaid, left in the air, tumbling like autumn leaves.But that was grist for another story in itself, and care must be taken with the unities.This story ends with him getting up from the barstool, slowly but properly, proudly rising to his full height like an antiquated soldier donning his old uniform. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, met her eyes for a full minute, then walked off. The same aftershave.She watched him go, watched him as he held the door for a pretty young. ”“Sayeed is going to pay for the hire of labourers, why does the document need my signature?”“Protocol, Sir Elijah. The British Museum executives have placed you in charge of this expedition and it is your signature they expect to see on any official documentation. They would be most vexed and annoyed to see my signature on a binding document. Rossiter Player would complain long and loudly, and believe me he knows how to complain.”“Very well, I will go and sign the damned paperwork. I will miss.