She smiled her pearly whites at me. Tossed aside her braids from her right shoulder and lowered the strap of her red dress. ... I took off my blazer, tie, and shirt. I sat on the edge of the bed and began massaging her aching feet. Smooth as silk along with her golden brown shaved legs. Not a trace of hair anywhere. She moaned once I started the rubdown and letting out a big sigh of relief. I began kissing her right foot. I. One look at her and I knew I had been incorrect.So I answered.?I guess Mom. They fit fine.??Well, let?s get close to your size, Liz, then we can have Jenny trythem on,? Mom stated.Jenny? Now I?m Jenny? Jennifer, Jenny, Jen, J-girl, Jen-Jim? My lifewas over.We shopped for another 45 minutes. When Mom found the sales lady with ahandful of clothes. My hands were full, Elizabeth?s hands were full andMom?s hands were full. Mom told her we needed a fitting room.I didn?t tell you about the other. For the most part they were tears of joy,realizing that I had gone through an epiphany, a transformation of myconsciousness. Understanding that I was a special woman now. Acceptingthat there would be challenges, of course, but knowing more than anythingthat there was no turning back now. Of course there was, in reality, butI knew right down to my DNA that it wouldn't happen.I was destined to be Jessica Kurva.At two I began getting ready. At five minutes to four, Peter texted methat he was. ” Amy was still blushing and kept her eyes firmly on her desktop until Vivian turned to walk back out the door. She could not help but stare at the swaying globes of her assistant’s ass. She was mortified when Vivian paused in the doorway and winked back at her.“I’ll let that one slide but you really need to do better. Especially if you ever want to see more.”Amy sat in a stupor after her assistant left her office. She could not understand the conflicting emotions she was feeling. She felt.