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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
recommended, and next Tuesday I had an interview as a model. It would be quite a week. This had been quite a day. Sub-title: Boy Meets Girl The next morning was a busy one for me. Mr. Conlin was at the showing of a new line of shoes with Mr. Steinman. That left just Edith and I in the office and stockroom area with all the Sales Assistants out of the way on the sales floor. I had a few telephone calls to make, so Edith let me use Mr. Conlin's office where I could have some privacy. I was too nervous about the calls to use a telephone booth, and I could not make them from home in the evening. The people I had to talk with would not be there. I took the two business cards that Tina had given me out of my bag, and placed them on the desk in front of me. They both represented big steps in my life. The results of those two calls would tell me a lot about what was going to happen to me as a woman in future. One was a little step. That was the call to the dancing school about lessons. Maybe that could be a way to a career. I would like that, but it was too early to predict such things. The other was really a big step. That was the call to the doctor. I stared at the cards for a few minutes, and agonized over making the calls. This was not something to be taken lightly. Up until now becoming a woman was still in the realm of fantasy. Most of my life to that point had been spent as a boy. I had wanted to be a girl for a number of years, but the actual fact of being a girl had been a ... part- time thing for only the last three of my eighteen years, and I had only started living as a woman for two months! This meant that my life as a boy and my life as a girl had really been two separate entities. These telephone calls would start the process of bringing my two lives together. Boy was about to meet girl inside of me, and they were a little terrified at the prospect of the encounter. I took a deep breath, and reached for the receiver. I started to dial the doctor's number, but decided to call the dancing school first instead. I needed to ease into this. The school was less threatening. The telephone rang at least ten times before a deep voice that sounded vaguely female answered sharply, "Stage Door Dance Academy! This is Toni." It was the owner of the school who Tina had told me about. "Yes," I said. "I wanted to ask about dancing lessons. A friend of yours named Tina recommended that I speak to you." Toni's voice got a little softer, and said, "That's a good start on a reference. Are you a novice, or have you had some training?" I replied, "I'm a beginner. Tina wants me in her chorus line, so we thought that I could use some instruction. My name is Bobbi, and I guess I should tell you that I am also a TV." Toni chuckled at that, and said, "I figured that when you said you knew Tina. That's not a problem. Just come as a girl, and we'll train you the same way. I've got a class starting on Friday at 6:00PM. The class ...