I preferred girls as friends and was often referred to as a sissy.For me, being an effeminate sissy wasn’t a choice it was just how I was. I began to feel a little nervous. Gay sex I rang and spoke to the manageress and told her all about myself and she agreed to interview me.For the interview I went to the manageress house wearing a smart white blouse, black pencil skirt and heels. As I mentioned earlier my breasts were quite developed for a man. The thought of bending over showing my knickers rather appealed to me. Next we went looking for some blouses.My friend lead me over to the workwear section but I took one look and said no, they were high necked and boring. As I mentioned earlier my breasts were quite developed for a man. My eldest sister was a bit of a tomboy, we would often swop clothes. I had a sweet face, long blonde curly hair and blue eyes. The thought of bending over showing my knickers rather appealed to me.
