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journal extract One :

"Following the threat of a intimate harassment lawsuit, the back such threat levied against me by two severalise Personal help the suits in HR, in light of my acquisition and event, decided to give me one last chance before they would be forced to take on additional disciplinal action. In an effort to reduce the likeliness of a repeat scenario they decided to assign me a PA that they assumed, correctly, would not be to my predilection. However, they did not take into answer for how lots to his sense of taste I would be."

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Ayesha drummed her fingers irritably against the niche of her desk as the representative from HR vacated her office, like a zebra fleeing from a social lion it'd just asked politely to terminate eating its herd, leaving her with a storm suspension over her head. Susan, her most Holocene PA, had been perfect, tight short torso, perfectly presented, meek and shy. Just the sort of girl Ayesha had lusted after.

One fateful office party and a few too many triumph shots and, as had happened with her previous, previous PA, Ayesha had gotten ‘ a piddling flirty ’. At to the lowest degree that been her wording, it sounded better at the tribunal compared to the wording Susan had presented, ‘ cornered, pinned and forced into a deep kiss ’. Ayesha had thought Susan had been into it up until a point. That level being when Ayesha had woken up the following morning with a sick headache, a sore nutsack from a Jonathan Swift knee and three missed birdcall from HR.

However, Ayesha was fortunate, she was so damn good at her job that they couldn't afford to get rid of her. At the end of the day, the fact was that the out of court colonization the two claimants had cost her party amounted to to a lesser extent than it would if they lost her and were forced to re-recruit for her position. Despite this, they had told her that a third such lawsuit and they would be forced to drop her anyway, 50 news started leaking out about her antics. While she was unsure if they would genuinely obligate to their three ten-strike policy in this regards, she didn't fantasy her luck if she pushed them.

And so she sat, brooding and waiting for her new personal assistant to arrive. The scourge of her life history, both professionally and personally. A man.

Alex stood in one of the office 's can, eying himself over in the mirror, drawing in a few deeply breathing spell as he calmed himself. He knew of Ayesha, or Ms Jones, as he would have to refer to her as. Her dangerous undertaking and constant involution with HR had become somewhat of an office fable, though personally it only made him jealous, as he had moved about the agency in his theatrical role as PA to one of the early directors he had always made the extra effort to steal a glance at her whenever he could.

Though he had to admit to himself, there couldn't be any more of a line between them.

He stood at a modest five fundament eight, compared to her towering six two. He had a slender, though not toned body. She was a little cloggy set, a curvey adult female with a effeminateness to her form that enticed him, her knocker, hips and border substantially larger than that of virtually any of the predominantly skinny woman in the organisation and certainly, at least to him, the most attractive. Where his cutis was light, hers was dark, where his hair was fair, hers was Negro. Where he was shy and introverted she was forward and outgoing.

But nevertheless, despite all their differences, without even knowing his public figure she had set up residency in his spunk, which made him feel at odds with himself. He knew she was interested in cleaning lady and he knew that was something he'd never be. Despite any repress desires he might cause floating around in his mind.

All this meant that today wasn't just the scratch line of a new job and a new work day for Alex, but of an opportunity. While there might not be any chance of romance with her, he would at least be by her incline for hours each day, helping her with her work, capable to talk to her, get to do it her, maybe let her get to lie with him. If he was lucky and he played his scorecard right, maybe the two of them could grow to be supporter. At the very least, she would, he knew, value him as an assistant. He wasn't a proud person by any stretchiness, but he knew he was good at what he did.

He ran a hand through his inadequate blonde fuzz, ensuring it was as ache as could be before applying his warmest of master smiles, trying to diversify assurance as he adjusted his courtship, leaving the bathroom and making for the fabled office of Ms Jones.

Ayesha glanced up from her laptop computer as a young man knocked on the door to her berth before pushing open the doorway, smiling warmly at her as he stepped forward to her desk with a professional gait, every step and motion measured.

"Ms Casey Jones ? I'm Alex, I've been assigned as your new PA. I hope I can prove myself valuable to you."he said, warm and well-disposed, standing with his hands clasped behind him, almost as if at attention as he presented himself to her for inspection.

She eyed him over with a critical eye, while she couldn't deny there was a sealed femininity to the young man, there was far too footling of it to enamour her full aid.

She let out a soft suspiration, already missing the dainty girl she had driven away and nodded, putting on a rebuff, tired grin."Yeah yeah, it's trade good to meet you Alex."she said, trying to hide her disappointment in her voice, adopting a professional timbre,"I'm sure we'll get along.. Great."she nodded a lilliputian, though her vox was still noticeably uncertain.

With the tribunal, the meetings with HR and now a new PA that failed to furnish her with the eye candy that she was trusted was half the level of having a PA, for esprit de corps design, of trend, she felt more than a short drained.

Alex drank in the vista of her with a quick glance before smiling as he stepped away from her desk,"I'll just set myself up on the desk just outside your room access Ms Jones, if you need anything you've only to ask."

She nodded plaintively and mumbled a one-half hearted thank you before watching him retreat to the door. His ass was okay, she supposed. But nothing to write dwelling house about.

As he shut the threshold leaving her in her agency alone she leaned back in her seat and pulled up his personnel file, brief and CV, she felt if she was going to have to shape with him she should at least see what he was about. Because of the misfortune of his sexuality, he wouldn't have been her first alternative, in the true he hadn't even of been her tenth part, Ayesha would've picked a wholly incompetent female PA over a man, but those solar day were past her now so she had to judge him on merits early than that. Fortunately, his file seemed to come with beam recommendations.

She read through the notes on him, trying to assess what level of work she could embark on him off on to get him out of her tomentum and let him settle into his new role.

Parts of his Indian file seemed to learn like a corporate cant conference. Motivated, passionate, driven, proactive.

She couldn't aid but smirk at that finally one. A proactive PA ? What did that even mean ? It wasn't like a PA could do Ayesha's work before she had given it to him.

As she shook her head, reading through the inclination and starting to consider that the entirety of this man 's career had been built on Buzzword keno he knocked on her door, pushing it open.

She blinked and looked up from her laptop, brow furrowing, surprised to see him so soon without having asked him to come in back in. She parted her lips to speak, then closed them, noticing the declamatory Theodore Harold White mug he carried in his hand, steam curling off of it.

He walked over towards Ayesha, smiling politely as he set it down beside her, not so much saying a Bible before turning to leave.

As he got to the threshold she spoke, her vocalism wary,"umber, milk, two sugars ? .."

He looked over his articulatio humeri, tilting his head slightly, one hand holding the door,"Yes Ms Jones ?"

She hesitated, eying the mug and then him in turn."..How did you know how I took it ? How did you know I wanted one ?"

He smiled then, a bright, infectious smile that she almost found herself sending back his way."Oh.. Lucky guess ?"he shrugged,"If you need me for anything…"he nodded some leaving the rest unsaid and shut the door behind him, leaving her once Sir Thomas More to his file and her coffee.

Ayesha picked up the steaming mug in her bridge player and felt the high temperature seep through to her finger's breadth, her full sass forming a smile as she let the aroma of the coffee tree satiate her mind."Mm.. A proactive personal assistant.. This could be interesting.."

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Diary Excerpt Two :

"Alex's skill, dedication and devotion impressed me to no end during his first few weeks working alongside me. It didn't take in me recollective to clear his obvious attraction for me, which was frankly adorable in itself if only for how hard he tried to hide it, but the way it manifested certainly caught my attention. In all my class working I'd never had a PA so unforced to go the extra mile, so quick to help me and so quick as to provide me with what I needed before I had the gumption to ask for it. While professionally our partnership was having an obvious impact on my study yield and timber, personally I had to admit a growing warmness for him. Though still not to my taste sensation sexually, I couldn't recall the last time person had been so happy just to see me and so eager to delight. It was just my circumstances that Alex had a loosen thread in his life that would lead to what I wanted, and I just couldn't helper but pull up on it."

*****

"No. No no no no, fuck ! No !"Ayesha swore with increasing desperation as she stared at the rotating fiddling dress circle in the center of her greyed out screen. She could see the words written on it still, one page of forty on her seemingly frozen laptop.

She grit her teeth and glanced around helplessly, her laptop computer had done this once or twice before, always resulting in her losing whatever she had been in the heart of. She hadn't thought much of it before, it had cost her a few small e-mail drafts but it was just more of an worriment than anything major, and one her IT department had assured her they had resolved.

And yet, here she sat, on the brink of losing near enough a day 's worth of oeuvre, due tomorrow, to the vacuum that was a PC crash. Yes, she was guilty of working from home and yes, she was guilty of working past situation time of day, but she had to be to keep ahead of the game and in her hurry, she had neglected to establish saves often.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck.."She repeated, eying the laptop severely, ineffective to sit still as her panic started to locate in.

She pulled out her phone and glanced at the time, eleven pm. The net techie would've left the office hour ago, she was dead in the water and she knew it, a sinking feeling settling in on her chest.

Ayesha bit her lip and opened her contacts listing, desperate and without thought, just needing saving, there, prominently displayed at the top, was Alex.

Over the last few workweek he had proved himself resourceful and helpful in every place she had thrown his way, if anyone could help her, she was genuinely sealed it would be him.

Alex let out a low moan as his sound buzzed beside him on his bedside table. Blinking wearily he scooped up the phone, swiping rightfulness with his finger to do as he lazily smushed the phone into the position of his face.

"Mm..Alex yes hi."

"Alex ? ! It's Ayesha !"

Her voice and the flavour she held pulled him quickly from nap, the panic in her vox was barely controlled"A-Ayesha ? Whats wrong ?"

"It's my laptop, it's crashed and I haven't saved that document I've been working on all day, is there any way I can get it back ?"

Alex sat up some in his bed, rubbing his head, trying to get his thoughts in order,"I uhh.. I mean.. Yeah ? Probably but I couldn't really sing you through it.. If um.. You give me like an 60 minutes I can meet you at the office ? .."

"Too long, I've got your address, I'll be there in 20 minutes."

Alex opened his mouth to reply but the phone clicked silent, she had hung up.

He blinked and moved his phone, staring down at the cover, noticing the clock time, he'd only been in bed for an 60 minutes or so before she'd rang, but still, she was coming here ? Now ?

He swung his stage out of bed and rubbed at his sandy blonde hair, standing up wearily and moving to pull on a pair of shorts as he looked around his room, he would make to tidy up a bit before she arrived. Despite the cleanliness of his apartment, there were particular laying around of a more personal nature that he couldn't afford her to see.

Ayesha made better time than she had expected, throwing her car through the streets towards Alex and his apartment, she had based her estimate of how long it was going to take for her to get there on her common traveling meter and she had neither taken into account her own anxiety or the lack of traffic on the tardily night streets.

She felt akin to an ambulance device driver, referring to the practice of law of the road as more of guidelines with a vital, hopefully not terminal patient in the prat beside her, slight circle spinning ominously as she chewed her full dark lip.

It was due to her speed that Alex had only managed a perfunctory sweep of his flat by the sentence he heard a not so polite knock on his door, raising his eyebrow at a clock on the wall as he noted how quickly she had gotten here. He approached the doorway and briefly checked the spyhole, confirming it was Ayesha before letting the door swing open.

"Ayesha, that was fast, I-.."He blinked as she pushed a laptop into his hands, the taller woman standing over him, them both sharing a instant as they assessed one another.

She stood tall and nighttime in the light of his apartment, her usually pristine post suit unkempt, her yearn black hair more than than a footling dishevelled and free of its usual ponytail.

He too looked far from the usual compass of the pro neatness he strived to maintain in her mien, his tomentum mussed from his pillow, his eyes heavy with kip and in his Benjamin Rush to clear things away, merely wearing a span of plain greyness boxer shorts, displaying his slender torso and tender white skin.

Even in Alex's sleep deprive state of matter, he had gotten to know Ayesha well."..There's a bottle of whiskey on the cabinet, glasses above. Leave this with me."he nodded, trying to smile reassuringly and was rewarded with a relieved smile of Ayesha's own, exhausted but grateful.

He watched her retirement into his kitchen his center momentarily glued Ayesha's wide hips swaying her thick ass enticingly at him as she walked, a paw running through her fuzz as she let out a long sigh. H

e looked down at the laptop in his hands, biting his own lip as he observed the little roach. He moved to take in a prat on his sofa, tucking his legs up comfortably under himself, still only in his grey boxers but not too bothered by it, he knew she wouldn't be.

Ayesha stepped into the kitchen and leaned on the counter, staring at the bottle of whiskey as she tried to re gather her persuasion and settle down her anxieties. Her laptop was in Alex's capable script, he hadn't failed her yet and she had faith in him.

She took a deoxyephedrine and poured herself a hefty touchstone, swigging it back before pouring another.

In fact, if he couldn't retrieve the filing cabinet she was sure it wouldn't have been recoverable. Not his fault, nor her shift, salve for the forgetting to save up the file. It would just have to be chalked up to a very unfortunate fortuity, one, doubtless, she would be paying for over the future few weeks at oeuvre. But such was work sometimes. And even in that bad case scenario, she would have Alex by her English, helping her out of the hole she had dug herself in.

As that cerebration helped her relax she took the opportunity, taking a more delicate sip from the whiskey this time, actually noting the flavours and spices instead of just throwing it back, to observe Alex's rest home now her care was freed from the panic of getting her laptop to him, finding herself innately odd about him and how he lived outside of work.

She was frankly, stunned. She had expected a bachelor 's pad given his young age and undivided status. But to her surprisal, her personal helper's kitchen was pretty spotless. She would've suspected, under different fortune, that had he had prior knowledge to her arriving that he would've trench cleaned the entire apartment for her benefit, but she had arrived with slight to no warning. The dishes were unclouded, the airfoil spotless, everything was beautifully decorated with a beautiful raiment of pastel people of colour that complemented one another.

Swallowing back another mouthful of whiskey she moved over to the magniloquent fridge, her curiosity still driving her as she pulled it open, glancing inside.

It was fully stocked, and not just with microwavable repast and collation like her own, no, literal produce. meat, dairies, fruits and vegetables.

Judging by a couple of boxes of leftovers which she spied, he seemed to a greater extent than equal to of cooking with the potpourri of fixings. She raised her eyebrows peering inside one of the boxes revealing a natural selection of cookie. It seemed he baked too, no less.

The picture of the Alex she had in her pass, the modest, kind, well presented young man at work who she assumed lived off of takeaway and spent eventide binging on Netflix and browsing the web was quietly reforming in her mind into something completely different.

Pursing her lips she closed the fridge and topped up her spyglass, walking back through to his living elbow room and with another deep sigh sat herself down on one of the hot seat, it's skeleton creaking slightly, reminding her, to her chagrin, that her dieting wasn't going as well as she had hoped it would, as it never did.

He didn't search away from her laptop as she entered, his brow furrowed slightly as he worked on the motorcar, giving her an opportunity to loose in his chair, relish his whiskey and eye him over again in this new light.

She had often dismissed his looks, he was clean house, well presented and professional at work, as she would expect from a PA, but seeing him as he was now she could see those roots delved a lot profoundly.

His fingernails, for representative, were always clean, cut and make out, as she would expect. However so too, she could see, were his toenails, implying he didn't contend them as a portion of his uniform or for anyone 's welfare former than his own.

He was, as always, cleanly shaven, again as she would expect from a PA. But this was xi PM. Unless he shaved before bed, which she doubted, she guessed he just didn't grow facial hair's-breadth. She noted from what she could see, that the relaxation of his body too was without hair, giving his slender body a more than womanly look to it.

She frowned a little at her own thoughts. She was attracted to women, that practically she knew for a fact. But what was it exactly about adult female that attracted her ? As she sat there, cradling her whisky and watching him she realised that many of the vista she looked for in a partner were exhibit in Alex.

His consistency, while flat chested, narrow hipped and unawares of anything she would describe as a booty, was slender and smooth with unflawed skin, his nerve while sporting some masculine aspects was attractive nevertheless, with his shiny eyes, light hair and full lips.

She sipped her whisky. He was cute, and took guardianship of her, and could clearly take aid of himself.

She glanced down into the honey warm colours of her whiskey, eyeing it with mistrust. The go two times she had drank in the company of her PA's she had lost an edge of control and ultimately, lost both PA's as a result of her subsequent natural process.

She wondered whether that was that all this was, alcohol again fueling her to establish moves on someone she usually wouldn't. She looked up at him once more and found herself staring, her thinking conflicting. He was a he, but looking past that, she saw something she liked.

After a few minutes she felt a rise of another sort, clearing her throat a short awkwardly to disclose their silence,"Er.. May I use the bathroom ?"she asked, looking up and across at him, sat with his ramification tucked under him, a notably feminine pose she noted.

"Oh um, second doorway on the left."He said, indicating the direction a polite wave of his hand, not looking up from her screen.

She nodded some and placed her whiskey down, standing and moving the way he had indicated.

She stepped into the privy and locked the room access behind her, lifting the seat to his can and freeing her flaccid member, hefting it in one hand and started to palliate herself.

She glanced around as she did, hoping for More clue about who was seeming to be a budding metrosexual.

He had a whole compass of easy lay, virtually of which sporting decidedly fruity titles and she noticed she had never picked up on him wearing any variety of Koln or aftershave, further reinforcing her theory that he had no need to shave.

The bath and shower down unit had the drape pulled back, obscuring it and she found her curiosity again rising, wondering whether he would he have bath bomb too, or maybe a line of perfumed candle lining the wall.

She finished relieving herself and tucked herself away, flushing the pot to mask the phone of her drawing back the rain shower curtain.

Ayesha blinked. Frozen in surprise, her full phase of the moon sassing pursing as her eyebrows raised.

She had expected a few things, but she hadn't expected a silicone tool to be suck cupped to the rampart, an item that in Alex's cursory expanse he had failed to remember was stuck in place. Casually and without comment or even thought she moved the shower bath curtain back to where it had been, washing her hands and leaving the bathroom.

Alex glanced up as Ayesha walked back from the bathroom, sitting back in her place and looking across to him. Her expression was hard to study, a heady mix of many emotions it seemed, he tried to give her another reassuring grin but her expression was unchanged.

She continued to stare at him even as he looked back to her laptop computer, trying, once again, to compute out what to pull in of him since her second illusion of who he was had been shattered.

She observed him for several proceedings, her judgement turning over all the information she had gleaned about him. His mannerisms, his presentation, his lifestyle, his actions, poses, choices of words. She was forming a more thoroughgoing picture of him now in her mind.

"New shorts ?"She asked, casually.

He looked up, surprised not only to hear her making conversation but at the opener she had apparently decided to take.

"Er.. Yes. outset meter on."

She eyed him plainly, seeing him now for who he was. She leaned forward, putting her articulatio cubiti on her knees, adopting an almost bodied position. She knew now who Alex was and she knew now what it was she wanted. She hadn't gotten to where she was by letting opportunities slip through her fingers, after all.

"I guess you usually wear ma'am underwear, right ?"she asked, lightly.

He paused in his work, looking up at her with wide center, like a deer caught in the headlight. She could see him trying to evaluate her, trying to cipher out if she was just joking.

"I.."

"You do though, do n't you ?"she pressed, having no fourth dimension for the excuse she was sure he was concocting.

He flushed with colour, embarrassment and disgrace. All the answer she needed, really.

"Excellent."She said, sounding relieved as she leaned back in her chair, adopting a unstrain pose.

"W-what ?"The spirit of confusion on his face as he spoke made her smirk.

"Excellent !"she repeated,"For a bit there I was getting distressed I was starting to strike for a real man."She smiled, finishing her whiskey and setting down the empty glass.

"I… I think I need you to excuse what you mean.."Alex responded, looking to a greater extent than a picayune lost, his embarrassment, confusion and shame evidenced by his reflection pose and voice. He was certainly no poker game player.

She smiled at him, warm and genuine, her eyes bright."Let me take you out to dinner, tomorrow nighttime. You and me, not work, just.. Us."

"W-where has this come from ?"His look of befuddlement caused her smirk to widen.

"You aren't worry ?"

"Of grade I am !"He said, then cleared his pharynx, trying to rein in his eagerness, a blush creeping onto his face,"Err, I am, yes, but.. Why ?"

"You get me. You know ? I don't just think of at employment, you aren't just doing the work I'm telling you to.. If I have a tough report, you'll not only help me however you can with it, but you'll convey me a drink, you'll make me smile to keep my feel. You'll make me find better about it, and myself. That and I do n't really get people looking at me like you do."

He bit his lip, looking her over, she looked more disheveled than she often did, sure, but she was Ayesha. Tall, dark, beautiful.

"Like I do ? .."he asked, uncertain.

"Like you want to see me without my dress on."she teased.

His blushed deepened but confusion still dominated his saying"I thought you were.. You know ? .."He asked, tentatively, but was only met with secrecy, forcing him to continue,"well, you know.. A lesbian."

She let out a petty laughter,"I guess that 's no secret with my record huh.. Well, sex isn't black and ashen. You of all people should know that.. And I'm sure I can still be a lesbian, sort of, since oceanic abyss down you want to be a woman."she said, she was for sure she was right, but it was still a gamble.

"W-what on land makes you think that."he asked, justificatory, ashamed.

She pursed her lips and put on a aristocratical tone,"Just a combination of oodles of minuscule things.. You know, how you live, how you dress, how you act, how you salute yourself. You seem to enthral in femininity and cast out the masculine."

"That could mean anything, I might just wish to hold on things clean and tidy,"he protested."I could be completely square !"

"Then there 's the dildo stuck to your shower bath wall.."she eyed him with a playful smirk.

"... ..Oh.. Well.. I"

"Yeah. Oh."She laughed.

He stayed silent for a few long moments, trying to cypher out a way to abnegate it all, to save himself, but saw none. Everything she had said was true and by her surefooted construction, she knew it.

He tried instead to work affair over in his caput, tried to understand the complexities of a human relationship with Ayesha. He found her attractive and doted on her every notion, this was in a horse sense a dream semen honest for him, but he couldn't supporter but interrogative it. He could never allow for her with the woman she wanted sexually and he knew she couldn't provide him with the part he desired sexually. They couldn't have been more incompatible in that respectfulness. But she wanted him all the same. And he couldn't let it slip away.

"You aren't put off by.. All that material you just said ?"he asked tentatively.

She shook her head,"The opposite, it means I'm interested."she said, which only served to confuse him further,"I think there 's a material opportunity between you and me.. So how about it ? Want to engagement your honcho ?"

He swallowed some and nodded, a genuine, albeit tentative smile forming."I do, yes, if you'll have me."

They looked at one another for a few retentive second, unsure how to proceed.

"Oh,"He bit his lip and closed the laptop, holding it out to her."I got the file, I emailed it to you and backed up a copy."

Ayesha grinned broadly then, this evening had been flawless,"Well if that isn't the endorse best news show I 've heard all day."

*****

diary Excerpt Three :

"Alex has really opened up with me the conclusion few calendar week since our first of all fateful date. He was so cunning, so shy and reserved, looking around the eating place the intact evening like a mierkat as if we would be discovered at any moment. A few more appointment and many more encounters in and out of oeuvre and he has almost become my shadower, sticking by my side of meat all through the day at work and dwelling in my implements of war all night. I'd have thought he'd get sick of me, of my posture and by the lack of anything physical outside of cuddling but he only seems more and more committed to me with each passing day. I know the lack of sex infliction him. He has been very open and honest about his desires and fantasies, going so far as to talk about strap-ons and his willingness to please me as best he can, but I keep putting it off. He doesn't even know the truth about me yet, something I've really struggled to obscure. I want to do so much with him, but before I can let him gain what I really am, I have to facilitate him realise what he really is."

*****

As he often did Alex sat curled up on the alcoholic expensive sofa of Ayesha's rest home, his head resting on the fullness of her dresser as he cuddled her, one arm draped across her stomach, enjoying the softness of her mannikin under him as she caressed him through his clothes with an idle paw, the two of them enjoying a show on Netflix having just finished between them a scrumptious meal Alex had prepared in Ayesha's now spic place.

She had been incredibly anxious the first sentence he had come over, worried that he would be put off with how she had lived, with little piles of plenty, cup of tea always to be done, a seemingly invariant stream of takeout boxful passing through the door, but he had just settled in naturally, her base having transformed from the bachelor pad she had assumed his would've looked like to the spotless and well-presented domicile he had expected of her.

"You know.."she said softly, giving him a light source wring,"I've been thinking.."

"Uh oh.."he smirked a slight, leaning up and kissing her on the lip, flaccid and gentle, loving."Should I be worried ?"

She kissed him back, enjoying the brief intimate moment as she grinned,"Oh haha.. Seriously though, I have, about us."

"Mm ?"

"Have you noticed yourself changing these shoemaker's last few week ?"she asked, curious.

"No ?"he tilted his head.

"Just the way you act, the way you behave."

He shook his pass, obviously oblivious.

"When it's just you and me, especially at home, you've been acting.. Well.. Like a girl. More softly spoken, more giggles, more tilt in your step."

He shrugged a little, looking up at her."When it's just me and you and I can be more.. Me."

"So when we're at body of work, who are you ?"

He shrugged again, looking away,"Who I need to be to not get funny tone, I suppose."

She bit her lip and tilted his head to look at her again,"I don't like that. I want you to be who you are, all the time."

He shook his head, looking a niggling resign."I can't, you know that. hoi polloi at workplace would judge me, my friends would leave alone me if I… Did that."

"If your protagonist left you for being who you actually are, then they weren't really your friends were they ? And do n't occupy about the employment people. I can see to that."

"I mean.. But I still couldn't."he sighed.

"Why ?"

He didn't answer.

"Be my girl, Alex. Forget what I want, you know it's what you want."

He still didn't response, his gaze distant.

"What 's wrong ? .."she asked gently, her hand caressing him reassuringly, biting her full lip as she noticed a tear on his face.

"You know I want to ... But I just ca n't ..."He said, voice tiny,"I can't just take that first footprint, I've been trying all my life.. But.."he shook his head, tears falling to his shirt as he tried to control himself,"But every time I think I can, I get too pit, I back off, I just.. Just drive it back deep down inside of me."he said, releasing a trembling sigh, feeling the tears fall down his cheek as he spoke,"I can't live my life story as a woman…"

"Don't thrust it down anymore Alex. Don't you see how much happier you are when you're not pretending to be someone you aren't ? Just, be who you want to be. Isn't it that easy ?"She said, part soft.

He sniffed some, using the back of his hand to wipe at his reddened eyes, letting out a despairing picayune joke."That 's easy for you to say, being normal.."

She bit her lip a little. She could've revealed herself now, used her tool as a tool to sway his discernment, but she wanted him to acquire this step for himself, not for her.

"Alex.. You've done so practically for me, so, so very much. You've made me realise there 's a aliveness outside of body of work Worth living, and I want to live that with you. The real you. The giggly, hip-swaying doting girl you know you really are…"she explained, looking down at him with a warm gaze.

He looked up at her, the engagement obvious, his representative shaky and broken,"I.. I'm scared to, Ayesha."

She smiled and gave him a soft credit crunch, her arm around him now, holding him to her curvy var.."I know you are.. But I promise, affirm even, that I'll be here for you. I'll help you every stair of the way, you can get who you really are and you can do it as my girlfriend."she bit her lip, feeling her own center strings pulling a lilliputian,"Let me spend my life with you, Alexis."

He swallowed some and remained silent for several long, tense consequence, looking up into her dark eyes, searchingly.

Finally, he looked down, his cheeks blushing gently and he shook his head.

Ayesha felt her heart cesspit, he must n't be set yet, she thought.

"Not Alexis ... Alexa.. I think it's prettier.. causa me a little better, don't… Do n't you cogitate ?"he said, softly.

She felt her affection skip a measure and her expression warmed significantly, her weaponry tightening around him.

"I love it.. And I love you, Alexa."

Alexa blushed brightly and pressed his facial expression to Ayesha's bust, holding her tight and squeezing as she hugged him tightly."I love you too."

Ayesha smiled and held him close, caressing his haircloth lightly, holding him comfortingly to her torso."So what do you want to do first ? .."Ayesha asked, querying.

"I.. I do n't have a go at it where I should go. Could… Could you show me ?"He asked, looking up.

Ayesha pursed her sass some as she thought,"Mm… short term ? Tomorrow we'll get you a makeover.. New press, new hairstyle, composition, shoes.."she grinned, exhilaration growing,"Long term, hormones.. We'll talk about that soon enough."

Alexa nodded softly, smiling some, while the worry of the change to get along was still written across his expression, Ayesha knew with her by his face, he would be committed to the path that now lay before him.

*****

Diary Except Four :

"His first makeover couldn't have gone any better, I think. Not only did it get to him expect simply sandbag, but it gave him his first day out in the humans as Alexa. I gave him the day off of piece of work and had him picked up by an image consultant I had worked with early in my life history whom I had stayed in striking with. I consider her to be a closing and personal friend and I knew she would be the one to help Alexa take away the cracked mask of masculinity he was so used to wearing. I knew that by the time I returned family that evening from study the real number Alexa would be waiting for me and I knew he would be nervous. I assumed it would be a difficult present moment, that he would be flighty, afraid even and looking for apology to double back, how legal injury I was. I had wanted to establish him that embracing who he was would be rewarded, and I knew how to honour him, with a gift he didn't know I could devote. While he didn't need that persuading, it hadn't stopped me from sharing."

*****

Ayesha bit her lip as she fumbled with the keys in the lock of her threshold, she had had a difficult day at work without her PA on hand, evidence of her absolute reliance on her beloved partner, but it had been made all the uncollectible by the impatience permeating her every thought.

She knew that when she got rest home Alexa would be there for her for the first meter. She had received texts throughout the day from her friend, reporting on his progress, asking Ayesha to text Alexa small snip of boost whenever the consultant felt it was needed.

Ayesha took a deep breath and pushed give the threshold to her home, stepping inside and looking around. She was met with a lighter but pleasant air of perfume that floated through her apartment, a new smell she didn't recognise but that instantly got her attention.

While the absence of sex between the two of them had been the only point of tension in an otherwise perfect relationship, If the last message she had received from her friend was anything to go off of, ‘ So perfect ’, all that would commute tonight.

"Alexa ? Love ?"she asked as she looked around her home, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the first moment, despite asking her protagonist a few times throughout the day for delineation displaying Alexa's translation as it happened, none had been forthcoming, her Quaker believing it would be best if she just saw the end upshot in person.

"Um.. Hi.."

Ayesha turned towards the bedroom, her eyes going wide as her warmheartedness skipped a beat, standing in the doorway before her was an figure of her dreams given word form, the person she had grown to have it away combined with the look of the women of her illusion.

Standing in the doorway, a little anxious as he leaned against the frame stood Alexa, her Alexa, but like she had never seen him before, a dependable trap.

Ayesha had expected her acquaintance to have accentuated Alexa's muliebrity with clothing, but he wore only a simple blench pink silken negligee, it served to shit him appear pocket-size and frail than he was, more vulnerable. The fragile look certainly did the trick, seeming to make him look all the delicate and more girlish.

The major changes were elsewhere, he had the most flawless and costless make-up on that Ayesha had ever seen, drawing attention away from the more masculine edges the shape of his face had to provide and towards his more womanly aspects. His lips, for example, were a bright, ruby red, a gorgeous nuance that stood out on his otherwise light skin.

His hairsbreadth too had been lengthened, it was still the pin-up fall blonde that Aye loved and she couldn't tell whether it was a wig or extensions, but either way, it was simply Jehovah, shoulder length and full of leap, framing his face and falling about his cheeks in an attractive way.

The most detectable change, however, was Alexa's demeanour. Despite his anxiety and fears, everything about her organic structure spoken communication screamed femininity. His posture showing off his hips, one arm up against the door, an formulation of desire across his feature of speech, where Ayesha had expected Alexa to give birth spent the day clothes shopping it seemed he had spent near of it being tutored on the art of being a woman.

Ayesha swallowed, staring thoughtlessly for a few long second and knew tonight would be the firstly dark of their true hereafter together. This was the person she loved and by the end of the night they would both know who they really were underneath all the pretending.

Alexa must've recognised something in Ayesha's facial expression, some hint that matter had changed, he had never been pushy towards Ayesha, but he knew everything was dissimilar now.

He tilted his headland and smirked a fiddling, playful even as he blushed,".. Wan na love ? .."

Ayesha blinked and nodded, stepping forward towards Alexa and circling her hands around the smaller boys consistence, tracing her fingertips across the warm silk of his intimate apparel as she leaned into kiss him, warm and passionate, their consistency pressing together as Alexa felt the taller woman 's bosom and curves, warm full and enticing against him.

"Come on.."Ayesha said, taking Alexa by the handwriting."You've shown me you.. It's time I show you the real me.."

Alexa bit his lip, warmheartedness racing as he was pulled into the sleeping room alongside Ayesha, looking up at her with a curious expression.

"The actual you ? .."Alexa asked, tentative.

"Mmhm.."

Ayesha smirked some as they stood before the base of her bed, her back to it and Alexa before her."Undress me.."she said, simply.

Alexa bit his lip but nodded, excited and curious as he stepped forward, helping Ayesha shrug her crownwork off and began to unbutton her snowy shirt, revealing more and more of the woman 's dark hide, her full phase of the moon breasts pressed together and up by her one-half cup bra, the indistinctness of her globe spilling out over the top as they were freed from the shirt.

Ayesha smirked as Alexa helped her off with her shirt and got to shape on the front of her pants, already Ayesha could feel her own arousal. Something she had spent so prospicient denying and forcing back, to hide the trueness from Alexa, would finally be not only set free but, she was sure, sated, at last.

Alexa's hilltop furrowed as she worked on the bash, hook shot and zip of Ayesha's work knickers, feeling the bulge and clearly, judging by his manifestation, not figuring it out, as his hands worked, however, Ayesha knew he would discover the truth soon enough.

In prediction of this very moment, before leaving the position, she had made her way to the bathrooms and removed her underclothing, going commando. It wasn't as prosperous, but it would, Ayesha knew, make for a more dramatic reveal.

Alexa bit his lip as he finally finished fighting the buttons, looking up at Ayesha with a questioning expression as he tugged the pants down eager and curious.

Everything Alexa had been waiting for was instantly rewarded as the thick, dark shaft all but sprang liberate of its confines, already hard, it all but fell into his hand causing him to gasp in surprise as the warmth hit him.

He instinctively closed his mitt around the midst shaft but took a half footmark back just from the stupor of it, his mouth agape love as he stared down at her free penis, in all its glory.

"O-oh my god.. You.. You have a.."He breathed, hardly able to believe it, ineffectual to patch the full implications together in his mind.

"Didn't I tell you we were perfect for each other ?"She smirked slightly, taking a half stone's throw forward and reaching down, placing her mitt on his, urging it back and forwards as she let her pants come to the floor, making him stroke her hard cock, letting him experience and explore it.

"Your first one ?"she asked, though she suspected from his locution she knew the answer.

He nodded, confirming her suspicions as he was quick to follow her physical program line, his hand moving up and down her tool, stroking her steely distance, eye wide with admiration as he felt her, explored her.

"Kneel.."Ayesha said after a few moments had passed, biting her lip as she watched him, without wavering, sink to his stifle in an almost dreamlike spell, his eyes fixated on her length.

She released his hand, moving her hired man to gently sour over the soft curves of her own body, enjoying the sensation of being free from from the confines of her work clothes and further enjoying the cognition that before her knelt the mortal she loved, who, at her reveal, wasn't in the least put off. If anything, she knew, this only served to motor and reproduce Alexa's stake in her.

Alexa had never been shy about his fantasies and desires, there hadn't been much breaker point in that given that Ayesha had seen a thickly dildo stuck to his shower wall the first time she had shown a devolve pursuit in him. So Ayesha knew with a foregone conclusion that the reveal that she had a cock would be a monolithic boon for the two of them, the bear roadblock of intimate incompatibility he held melting between them in an instant.

persona of Ayesha wished, as she watched Alexa stroke and feel her turncock, small delicate fingers tracing over her skin, feeling the texture, the warmth, the reality of it, that she had done this that first dark, but that would've been too soon, it would've made, then Alex, just another victim of her prevailing arousal. By waiting she hadn't just secured herself a gorgeous, long-term fucktoy, but a lover.

"What do you want me to do ? .."He asked, blushing as he looked up at her, his uncertainty simply lovely as she caressed his hair.

"Take a wild guess sweetheart."she said, a teasing edge to her tone as she smirked, caressing him.

He blushed and nodded savvy, from his position it couldn't really take in been made more obvious for him.

He leaned forward and raised her cock with one hand, leaning down under the hefty shaft to kiss at her dark, shine nut, letting his tongue wash out from between red lips to glide over the cum-filled orbs.

They both moaned in unison at the action, her head tilting back at the pleasure of finally having him go to turn on her, him at the lewdness of what he was doing, his glossa exploring every column inch of her soon to be glistening nutsack, lifting each of the heavy orbs on his tongue, as if weighing them before kissing them, leaving red minuscule lipstick marks on her ebony skin.

Slowly he began to kiss up her cock, though one helping hand still tenderly caressed her balls, the boy had science, he doubtless had decent practice on toy and she was rummy to see how well that would read into playing with the real thing.

As his tongue slid up under the sensitive head of her cock, his lips parting and her engorged tip sinking feeling into the hot, wet heat of his back talk she bit her wide-cut lip. It translated well.

He closed his center and focused solely on the actions at paw, his mind a white fog of lustfulness and desire as he set about sating so many of his own fantasies and wants, even as his own pounding dig went dismiss, as he knew going forward, it often would. Their dynamic, after all, was not about the delight of his peter, but the pleasure of hers, and how he could live up to its needs.

He started to bob his headland on her dick, sucking as he moved, his entire, lush and vivacious lip travelling along the increasingly wet distance of her ebony shaft as he, for the first off of many sentence to come, began to worship her duration with his mouth, giving her his first gear blowjob.

"My god Alexa.. That feels so good.. You have no idea how long I waited for this.."she purred, biting her lip as she looked down over the full clotheshorse of her breasts and the curve of her torso to ascertain as he went down on her, his hands resting in his lap, his short negligee tenting visibly, though he was so focus on her own dick she noticed he didn't even seem to worry that his own was neglected.

He looked up at her as he wrapped one bridge player around the stem of her hammer, stroking her off into his warm wet lip, the tip of her dick help between his lips, doting on it with his eagre spit as he met her gaze. He wanted to affect her, wanted to help her realise just how good he would be to her in the follow days, month and he hoped, years.

He braced himself and took a deep breather, moving his men across the liquid tegument of her soft thighs to fumble and wedge at her midst, hindquarters, enjoying the look of the doughy impudence between his fingertips.

He leaned forward and pulled on her, feeling the hot, hard length of her dick completely fill his sass and lantern slide across his tongue, his lips stretching around her girth, but he refused to kibosh there.

Ayesha let out a pant as she watched, in one long, slow movement he took her cock into his throat, she watched as his lips pressed down to the very base of her veiny shaft, hilting her operose appendage inside him entirely.

She couldn't help but be active her handwriting to grip his head, grinding her hip forward, feeling his cheek press into the fogginess of her curvy eubstance and her great orchis pressing into his chin as she felt his clapper, even depressed as it was by her dense pole filling him, lick out between his lips to probe at her balls.

She held him there, grinding into his case for a few retentive moments, lost in the pleasure of his action at law until his squeezing bridge player, groping and fondling her buddy-buddy ass began to pat against her, a universal joint sign that he was running low on precious air.

"You can't breathe hawkshaw ? .."she said, her interpreter heavy with amusement and luxuria as she held him for a few moments longer before releasing his head.

He leaned back and gasped, the gleaming dick popping free from his plush lips as he panted hard, recapturing his breathing time and giving her a naughty grin, triumphantly seeing a tintinnabulation of red lip rouge around the base of her cock,"A-ah.. I could.. appearance you a trick.. Or two.."he panted softly.

She smirked playfully and helped him to his feet, capturing him in a hot, poverty-stricken embrace, their bodies pressing together, her turncock rubbing against his thigh as she caught him up in a candy kiss, her tongue delving into his mouth, tasting herself on him, but not caring.

They shared a cryptical, passionate kiss, his hands caressing over the thickness of her dark eubstance as they made out, tongues dancing in unison before she broke the kiss, smirking playfully too.

"Mm.. I'm sure you could.. But with such a skillfully lubed cock like this is would be impolite not to construct love to you.."She winked then turned, pulling him towards and past her, laying him gently down on the bed as she stood at the border, hands moving around behind her to unhook her bra, tossing it aside.

Alexa bit his lip and swallowed, eying the full heavy breasts of his love with desire as they spilled disengage of the bra, each heavy orb proud and full on her chest, tipped by a darker, hard mamilla. As he stared he scooted up the bed, giving her room to join him.

She didn't need more invitation than that. Kicking the repose of her wearing apparel free of her body she crawled forward onto the bed, her broad breasts gliding up over the hide of his stomach as she moved over on top of him, his pegleg spreading for her.

She caught him in another kiss, one deal supporting her, holding herself up as the former gripped the base of her lip rouge stained and spittle coated turncock, feeding it between his wan white cheeks, seeking her target.

Ayesha was penetrating and knew he wouldn't need any prepping, given the toys he usually took, while he technically was a virgin, her size wouldn't be a new roadblock for them to face.

He moaned into the kiss as he felt the midst mushroom tip bump up against his star. He expected her to go ho-hum, but the urgency and lust dominating her mind had given her other plans.

She leaned forward, resting more of her weighting onto him as her turncock spread his ace, her slick distance starting to fill up him as his groan intensified, his binding arching and his hands gripping the sheets of the bed as the joy filled him.

She broke the kiss, both their brim parted as they panted, each lost in the new sentiency dominating their piddling humankind, Ayesha lost in the sensations of the beautiful pervert beneath her, accepting, and becoming with each passing day more and more her staring woman, Alexa of the dominant, controlling and perfect Ayesha, his party boss, his lover, his savior from the lie he had been living. It was so perfective tense for them both.

It might not have been new for Alexa, to have a midst light beam sliding deep into his picayune roll in the hay trap, but having a dildo pressure into him was an entirely different, and an entirely deficient experience to having a real number rooster, attached to a real number person fill him.

Ayesha spared no quarter as she urged her hips forward, not slowing her conquest until every utmost inch of her hungering prick was buried to the hilt inside the squirming Alexa, their middle encounter as they joined for the initiatory time.

She held herself thick inside him, remaining still for a few long moments, experiencing the sense of his consistence wrapped around her thick dark cock, squeezing and milking her with its tight heat.

Alexa, however, squirmed desperately, his heart pound in her dresser as he looked up at her, eyes half lidded, side flushed, his retentive blonde hair splayed across her pillows, his phonation coming out soft but dire, impatient,"P-please, get laid me ?"

She panted softly, his countersign all the encouragement she needed. She bit her lip and moved to kneel between his peg, a benighted hand on each of his mild milky thighs, gripping them as she looked down at him, still in his beautiful negligee, his own smaller cock hard against his stomach as she adjusted herself, starting to move herself forward and backward, gliding her huge prick in and out of his boy-pussy.

"A-ah, ah, ah !"he started to gasp, the virtuoso not merely limited to his ass as had been with his dildos but to his whole body which bounced with each push, his whole world quiver as she started to fuck him.

She looked down at him, his face one of manifest delight as she slammed her cock into him, again and again, her own full white meat bouncing and jiggling enticingly with each motility of her body.

They coupled together, their thought process and concerns, anxiety and fantasies melting away as all rational thought deserted them, their actions being reduced solely to base instincts, each passing mo making their animalism more heated and frantic.

In a sudden shift she took his legs, pulling them up and over her shoulders, relying on his tractableness as she leaned forward, her heavy breasts grazing against his chest as her hands gripped his wrist, serving to both supporting her and pin him as she settled into a libertine and frantic tempo, the duration of her ebony cock powering into and out of his ass as she fucked him, her full-of-the-moon balls slapping sentence and time again into his raised ass as delight coursed through her dead body, beginning to rise and whelm her.

She wanted the experience to in conclusion, but it had been so long and the human body up to great, no matter how much she wanted to harbour back and make their first experience longer, she knew there would be many, many Thomas More such opportunities to come.

They stared into each other 's eyes as her breath began to noticeably quicken, her jabbing becoming shorter, cardsharper and more desperate.

"A-alexa.."she gasped, her voice betraying just how close she was.

"P-please !"he begged between feminine pant, not needing to expand, they both knew what he wanted, it was what they both wanted.

She grunted, pearl of lather forming on her pelt as she hilted herself, grinding herself orb cryptical inside her lover 's sweet ass as her tool throbbed and pulsed, the pleasure peaking and pushing her to the kickoff of many orgasms with her darling Alexa.

They both gasped, mouth locking in a hot and messy kiss as her cock pulsed, sending forget me drug after rope of hot, sticky seed deep into his body.

He moaned into the kiss, feeling the sensations of a cock climax inside of him for the initiative time, Ayesha marking him as her own, and him knowing it was true. He took her tool and cum with glee, feeling for the first time in his life that he truly belonged.

She was the only individual in the world for him, she would cause him who he was destined to be, construct Alexa into a reality. He would service and know her, take care of her as she would consume care of him. Together, in their moment of shared ecstasy, they knew they completed one another.

She let his legs once more fall to the bed beside her so she could better lay on him, resting her piano consistence atop his as they kissed, her putz still pulsing inside of him, depositing every finale drop of seed she had to offer.

Even as they reluctantly broke the kiss they didn't speak, they didn't need Holy Scripture, it had been complete for them both and as Ayesha's cock began to soften, their hands lovingly caressing one another she knew this was the outset of the rest of their lives.

*****

diary Except : Five

"It had been several months since my lastly entry and things couldn't have been more unlike, or just. Alexa, my love had almost completed her transition, she still worked as my PA and, to assorted reactions from HR, was open about our ongoing relationship. While I still got involved in place malicious gossip, it was no longer a case of HR receiving charge of my sexual harassment, but more often than not, resound complaints coming from my berth. I really should've invested Sooner in a gag for Alexa, she was and is a very vocal lover, just because we were at workplace seldom meant we could hold on our hands off one another. Even after all those months had passed our kinship was nix short of sheer perfection.

*****

"You working on a written report ?"Came a soft womanly spokesperson from the threshold and Ayesha looked up, smiling.

In the room access stood her lover, her pardner, her lady friend. Alexa. Pale skinned, her long rude blonde hairsbreadth was loose and draw in, her constitution, as always, lowly and on gunpoint, a soft grinning on her girlish features as she stood clasping a clipboard in her delicate hired hand to her very real C-cup titty, her hone nails painted a beautiful red, her body more slender, but Thomas More display at the pelvic girdle.

"Sort of.."Ayesha admitted, looking at her latest journal entry,"I'm just writing some stuff down, for posterity sake, you know ?"

Alexa nodded, clearly only half listening as she shut the door to the office behind her and casually clicked the lock shut, her mellow hound making a similar clicking as she walked over towards Ayesha, smirking a full lipped smile as she put her clipboard on the desk, her thumbs hooking up under her mini chick to work a duad of melanise lacing step-in down her thighs, letting them drop curtain to the floor, she eyed Ayesha with a smirk.

Ayesha bit her own lip and felt a very familiar swelling in knickers."Subtle as ever, love.."

Alexa smirked and unbuttoned the top few buttons on her shirt, letting her pale cleavage go on show for Ayesha, slowly moving to step around the desk, casually swinging a leg over Ayesha to straddle her, arms lacing gently around her buff 's neck."I know what you need before you do.."she replied, a sultry feeling to her voice.

Ayesha grinned playfully, knowing Alexa was right, as always."Well.. We Charles Herbert Best get to exercise then, hm ? meter is money after all.. ”