”“Who will not like to stare at those, they look fantastic and not only staring but men do a lot of imagination thinking about them.”She said, �...��Chi, you are a dirty man, just shut up.” I said “Ok, but anyway that is a fact. What else relaxes you, have you tried massages” I asked her. She smiled, “Yes I like, but I don’t like females giving me a massage. Massage from firm hands followed with a cold shower is always relaxing.”I said, “Yes, we like a massage from women and you like from men, nude. I had changed my name legally, and I was ready for thenext step, hormones.During my transformation, he would drop in from time to time, take me tohis place for a glass of wine, and ask me how I was feeling about myprogress. Each visit, nothing would give me greater pleasure than toreport I an mastered some new feminine skill, and the day I got myprescription, I showed him the pills with glee.By that time I was not only able to pass in public, I was working parttime, and other than my boss,. I had called Bob last week and talked with him about what I might need in a house and property. He helped me in two ways. He helped clarify what I would need in a home and office space, and he put me in touch with a good independent realtor, Jan, who ran a one-person operation with the help of a good answering service. I arrived at her office a few minutes early Wednesday morning and when we were finally settled in her office, I explained what I wanted to buy and had to discuss my financial. She even danced with me on occasion if the night was slow enough. Soon I was spending Sunday afternoons taking her on picnics and nature hikes. She claimed to be a lifelong city dweller, but seemed to love the time we spent together. Me, I was simply enjoying spending time with someone other than my largely misogynistic and bitter coworkers. Most of them were working on third or even forth divorces and the single ones spoke of women as nothing more than pretty ways to drain bank accounts and.