She didn't hear me because she had earpieces in. I was briefly puzzled by the way that she was typing with one hand, while her other arm moved, rhythmically, at an angle that I quickly guessed meant her hand was on or in her crotch. I coughed loudly, and she heard me. The image on the screen changed immediately to a spreadsheet. I wasn't sure what I'd seen. Flesh, just an impression, was all I glimpsed before it turned into columns of figures. She was deeply embarrassed, of course, and in a nervous machine-gunning of words turned it round so that I was accused of sneaking up on her. She was guilty as hell, of something. I let her rant, and kept my cool. When she stuttered to a halt, I just shrugged, said the first thing I could think of, in an ironic voice, which was something about not thinking it was an appropriate use of company facilities... I picked up my mobile phone, which was the reason I had returned, and while she continued to blush deep scarlet, I ushered her out of the. I was the aggressor as boys are supposed to be and as much as I could be. Ididn't enjoy having to do it, but it was expected. The kiss was just okay,but it made me realize I really enjoyed being kissed by a boy more. Maybebecause I liked being held securely in his arms and being submissive in theact.Evie and I got better acquainted and eventually become close friends. Wediscovered we had a lot in common. (More than she expected.) Eventually, Iconfided in her that I liked to wear girls clothes. She accepted that withlittle surprise admitting that she thought I was different than the otherboys. And she wasn't offended. She wanted to see me dressed. Feeling I couldtrust her....wanting to trust her...I arranged for her to visit me oneSaturday at Auntie's house. When she arrived, I answered the door."Hi, I'm Evie...is Bobbie here? I'm supposed to meet him at this address." Hi Evie...I'm Bobbie."Her jaw dropped in astonishment when she saw me. I was wearing a miniskirt,hose, a sweater over.
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