" It's easy. Admin stuff. You take notes. Answer the phone. Filing. Lookpretty. Go where they tell you to go."I returned to my main concern."They'll s...ee straight away I'm a guy."But Victoria was persistent, now locked on like a guided missile to anidea that somehow she couldn't see was impossible."You'll be okay. Just understand the secret of being a woman is thatit's all in the clothes and the presentation. Dress right, and peopleform their impressions from that. They will see what they expect. Outside of the building Hadley stood there staring blindly feeling as if her whole world had collapsed and she didn’t know how or which direction to move forward in. She took a few steps up the path only to stop mid-stride, realizing that she wasn’t ready to go inside yet. At nearly two in the morning and the air threatening her with hypothermia, she started to walk down the street to the studio. The intense chill and constant chattering of her teeth curbed the clatter in her mind until she. Sonia couldn’t help but to be more attracted to her since she was prettier, and had bigger breasts and she had just tasted her pussy on the other woman’s lips. They helped her lay down and the woman who was kissing her lips moved down on her and started kissing her other lips; it was hard not to moan loudly. Finally the prettier woman put her knees on each side of her head and lowered her body to her face; Sonia held her butt cheeks and tasted a woman’s vagina for the first time. It didn’t have. Her eyes were glazed over and as much as I pressed her she refused to speak the entire ride home. When we arrived home she dove onto the bed, buried her head in the pillow and began to cry. I stroked the back of her head and tried to hold her but still she refused to speak to me or even look at me. A month later Susan left me, moving to the west coast. I have never heard from her since that day. The following is the true story of what happened on that day. We had met in college and not long.