"Don't forget next of kin, you never know." I reached for another page, "this one is tax info." I realized I hadn't raised my eyes and did so on purpo...se now.He had sat back in the chair across from me and looked as easy and relaxed as if he was in his own living room, one ankle resting on the other knee."I will need social security card and ID." He hadn't yet put pen to paper and I stopped talking, waiting."Drug testing and background testing?" He asked with a raised brow, mocking me."Do I need. "What's going on? Are you alright Amanda?" she said."She was a..." D started."Shut it, Newman! No more of your lies, or I'll have you and your friend, expelled," the male teacher shouted. Then turning to Mrs Murphy, he continued, "I've got this, it's just these two trouble makers making up stories." What stories?" Mrs Murphy asked."Never mind. They're just lying. Don't bother listening to their kind," He said."Their kind?!" exclaimed Mrs Murphy."Er ... liars obviously," he said, trying to catch. I was frustrasted, but continued to listen. I was also at this time become all the more conscious of my own body and it's lack of developement. I stood gazing at it in the full length mirror affixed to the bathroom door with a mixture of resentment and fascination. Most of the teachers that I had a passing affection for all had beautiful breasts and I can recall trying to sneak a peek down their blouse whenever they bent forward and the blouse fell away. I liked the sight of the soft swells of. Perhaps this was part of his justification for taking in a temp boyfriend. He did treat me as a boyfriend, bringing me along with him to dinners and drinks with (non-work) friends, though on those occasions I wore my own, male, clothes.For the five months I stayed with him, I lived in the clothes that he bought for me any time I was in the home. He told me I was a good looker even though, when I looked in the mirror, I felt I looked like a guy trying out dresses for the first time,.