Examining my face I really looked more like a lady than a boy though Iknew my equipment made clear I'm man even though my chest was itchyI was by no m...eans a girl.Having nothing else to do I got back to my bed to find food had beenplaced near the door.Even though in don't wanted to risk getting drugged I still had to muchhunger once I saw the food I couldn't care less about being drugged so Iset on the floor and shoveled the food into me still felling hungry afterthat I went back to the bed and. .," she stopped talkingas she fell asleep.R just looked around the room, "Uh yeah." He sat down on the bed, "I'mjust going to lie down too." With that, he passed out too.Jordan crawled back onto the bed with Buffy, "I'll assume that's R." Yeah, he's usually not drunk. I guess they were celebrating, theyhadn't seen each other in months." I know the feeling, well kinda."Buffy laughed, "So, I don't they're getting back up for a while. Areyou thinking what I'm thinking." I think so," Jordan. Was this event sort of like a wedding? Should I re-consider theivory outfit?I stepped back to the bath to adjust my eyeshadow and apply thelipstain. My toy play had shown me how lipstick just wasn't feasible. Itrubbed off within seconds and smeared the toy skin. With my darkcharcoal chemise on I lightly applied the Chanel perfume. I stepped intomy body-con dress and pulled it up and over my new breasts, and zippedit into place. I wondered at how the fabric with just a bit of spandexhugged my. In the years after the war, a man in France did not have to look for a woman; in France, a woman would find him.In 1950, at the age of fifteen, my Father took me into his business and I helped him wherever I could, learning the trade our family had been in for generations. I suppose I knew what my father was doing when he and his secretary would sneak away in the afternoons. Their flushed skin and dishelved appearances on their return were more than enough clues for a boy with my background.It.