’ I was relieved to at least determine that no outsider had been in my room … at least my room provided some kind of sanctuary. I wondered should... I be worried … was I being stalked. Something deep within told me ‘no’. A little voice deep within me was whispering, in fact, that perhaps something extraordinary was coming my way. I opened one of the new discs and inserted it in to the stereo and once again the dulcimers and harps spun around me. Who was I supposed to be thinking of? Who could. She still clad in her old school attire consisting of a short navy blue skirt that would definitely go against the school rules given its altered length, which highlighted her fair and slender legs and gave one occasional glimpse of her black panties which covered her firm butt from the sudden updraft . While the buttons on her shirt was straining against her ample bosom that was held by a bra of similar color (black) visible from within her shirt, with a dark green tie resting on her chest. "Claire! You've changed you hair! I almost didn't recognize you!"It was my boss, who had just reinforced the idea that I was a girl!"Hi Annie. This is Matt." Hi Annie. I work just down the hall from you! Maybe I'll see youagain!" When you stop by to see Claire?" Probably!"She got me alone, then said.... "Mr. Benson is here, and he has asked tosee you. He's the one that approved your promotion, but he rarely meetsthe people he promotes, so I'm sure that he knows that you're not agirl, but he has. When I went there she was watching some romantic movie in ktv(because I was watching same movie in my home)once I entered she changed the channel, she was watching some serial.Then I went and sat next to her ,she was wearing saree with no bra.I just glanced through her body.While watching I casually kept my head on her lap as if I was feeling sleepy, she tout me as a son and allowed me( even from childhood she used to touch and talk to me and me also spoke to her in same way).She was my head.