The first post is like falling in love... I hope what I say will help you feel attracted to me and will make you come again to see if I have said anything new. I have a great challenge to attract you only with my words. I am sure an image would have been nice, moving images might have been better and even better would have been a three dimensional presence. Since all that is not possible now, let me tell you where I am, how I look and what I am thinking. I am all alone in a house, sitting in front of a comp. My bouncing shoulder length hair swings right and left along my shoulders as my neck moves to help me check the monitor and the keyboard alternatingly. Now you can say, 'If you an experienced secretary where is the need for looking at the keyboard at all.' You would of course be right. But though I look like a secretary alright but I am not a fully certified one and I do not have much experience typing. Actually I am not a secretary even now. Then why am I typing away in siting in front of a comp in a house which is not mine.

The door bell is rings now. Let me get up, smoothen my tweed skirt, pull down my laced shirt to correct the folds aound my breasts and walk to the front door letting my heels click on the hard wooden floor.

"Darling it is me!" he says across the latched door, even before I ask the routine security question in my shallow higher octave voice. If there was anyone with him, he would have said, "My dear, do you need some time before you open the door?" That would have been a signal to allow me to change into or cover myself with some thick baggy domestic wear. In the past, I had often failed to realise how my newfound appendages and curves could make the accompanying persons temporarily lose their powers of speech. He never blamed me for it because he knew it was difficult for me forget that I was no longer the non-descript male who could open any door in any state of undress. If he was returning all alone, I could be as sexy-looking as my flawless body would allow me to be. If you are uninitiated you may even say, "What is so great about appearing sexy when you have smooth glowing skin, head full of flowing bouncy hair, bright eyes, dainty nose, sensual lips, well shaped perky breasts, narrow curving waist, globular firm butts, triangle of curly hair over a moist pussy and long legs formed with a right amount of muscle. All that you would need to do is shed all your clothes and walk gently and speak huskily." I am denying that I have all that which you state and would have agreed wholeheartedly with you in my earlier state. But now I knew better. I have to thank him for making me understand this. It is for nothing that I have become his muse. After all, he sculpted me to become what I am today - an alive and thinking woman created out of his imagination to inspire him to greater heights of literary achievements.

I know you are waiting to challenge me on this. "Point no 1 my lord, why create a woman out of masculine material when they are so many beautiful woman available in the world. Point No 2, what on earth made this man accept becoming a woman in our man's world." there are answers and there in hangs a tale.

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