"You'll see."What had already changed - and what maybe represented the biggestinitial hurdle in that great quest for normalcy - was the degree towhich how our friends saw us. While it was true that the women folkall had fun guiding me into the world of being feminine and, in theirown sweet way, "accepting" me as one of them, i'm not so sure thatdeep down , there weren't some doubts as to the completeness of my newsex. Does that make sense? The example I could give was somethingotherwise unremarkable and innocuous. It involved Missy's daughter,Hannah, one evening when all of the girls had gathered together tooffer me advice on spending the money I'd budgeted for my newwardrobe. (Another ConGen perk that made perfect sense; it was in thecompany's best interest that we look our best.) I can't reallyremember how the conversation got brought up, but we were discussingwhat bra to wear with what top - pretty basic stuff, but at the time,I had no clue - when Hannah blurted out that she was. Next came the hair bow, then the high collar top. Maria’s eyes widened when she saw the corset, but wisely did not speak. Being around Christine tends to do that, but in this case it was the correct choice. We were well past the point where permission was required for any action. Since Maria was new, I complimented her on her silence. She almost messed up by thanking me. I gave her a stern look and let it go. By this time, Christine had removed her bra and belt. All that was left was the skirt, the corset and the white pantyhose. She paused and looked at me. So did Francine. Only then did I realize that I was in charge. Up to that point I had assumed that Francine would take one submissive and I would take the other. I halted Christine with a gesture and cast an inquiring glance at Francine. The query caught her off guard, but only for a moment. She started to disrobe. Damn Skippy. I gestured Christine to the floor. She dropped into what Francine calls Second Position. While Francine.