I had worked in the south west of England five days out of seven for almost 25 years, with most of my clients speaking the Queen’s English, so my na...tural West Midlands’ dialect, centred around the Brummie accent, was reduced to just a hint as a natural part of my everyday speech I couldn’t quite shake off even if I wanted to. Today, pretending to be Gina’s driver, I decided to speak as though I had just got off the bus, or ‘booz’ in Brum.I turned and watched as about half the board members also. “Are you going to star those only or want to do anything?” she said mischievously. I placed my both hands boldly on Sangita’s breasts looking directly in her eyes and squeezed them hardly. She sighed and closed her eyes in anticipation. I kept fondling her breast for a while. “didi! Can I ask you something?” She opens her eyes and looked at me, “What’s that Sonu?” “Can you show me you’re….? This,” I squeezed her breast hard to indicate. “What you want to see?” she still asked me “Your boobs. ‘You’ll get used to it,’ She assured him, her fingers gently squeezing his hand. ‘It was hard for me, too. I’ve been in here for… wow, I can’t even remember anymore. Time kind of ceases to stop when you’re stuck in something like this. I lost count of days a long, long time ago.’ There was a bit of sadness in her voice as she said that. ‘Well… who are you, at least? How did you end up in here?’ Her fingers began to trace idly on the back of his hand, almost teasingly. Despite wanting to, Marcus. Chapter 14Later that evening, a figure walked nervously towards his car. To thecasual observer, the person looked like a young woman; however, inreality the young woman was Tom Gregory, a junior in accounting. He wasa crossdresser, and he had just spent the evening with friends at aclub downtown.The most difficult thing that Tom, or Tracy as he preferred to becalled when dressed, had to deal with was the two block walk from hisparking spot to his apartment.He had been dressing for years, and.