Kneeling at the altar of manhood. By Rhodry

Robert was never in this kind of predicament before. Its not he want to be a woman.

He never want to be transformed into a women, physically, biologically, he started dress like on sorta. He wasn't knock-out beautiful, but pretty. To seen but not seen at the same time.
He need a job, being a woman barely a few weeks ago. He choices were very limited.
After a few tried he could get anything but the basic skill jobs.
Then he tried another one, this one seem to give better paid, better opportunities.
Even before he met him, he didn't like him. Being around him he felt dirt.
Before he could something. He offered him a job. But to get it, he to please him, like give him a BJ.
He was expecting it.
He believe that girls, that girls wanted to do it. He was confused that she wasn't already will to do it.
So he made her knee from him. As he pulled it out, she shocked and surprised that he wanted a BJ in his office here and now.
He/she had no choice, so she did it. What seem like hours was probably five minutes or so.
After he got his kicks , and she got a job.
She left the place. Trying figure out to get the taste of him out of her mouth, and stomach. She thought a drink or three would do it.
But it didn't work. She could still feel the taste of him.
She thought that a glass of soap and water would help, no a pitcher.
The strangest thing that part of her must like it, but that is the worst thing that she likes it. That was the worst part of it. She like it. He/she became a she was the worst, but he/she, him sexually pleasure was the worst.