In the 1950s, you live and life was like a girl in that time, Oh don't worry you'll get new memories of your life as a girl, Then an hour later, I could remember things, that weren't mine, but it was mine, the time I grew as a little girl, the ballet class, the time I could my first pair of nylons, my first period, the first time I kiss a boy, the first time I went to the prom I could remember my prom dress When I woke up the next day., I sort when on automatic, I could put on my lingerie, my nylons. Apply my makeup. I put on a blouse and skirt, and I picked out a pair of heels. Then I WHEN to work I WAS A secretary it was a large and I was a private secretary to the bosses. Sat down at my desk I didn't know how, but I knew, I also knew. my boss as he entered his office, then he wanted me to take dictation for him, to file some reports, He kept calling me, dearie or honey, I just smiled, he was looking at my nylon-covered legs, my heels, and the tops of my beasts., How long will this last day or two, maybe a week then I can return back to the present time. But I am not sure. The week felt like a couple of months. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm still a guy. I'm a girl but feel that my feminine is starting to almost enjoy it. What I'm saying is I don't to get used to being a girl. The question what am I supposed to learn.
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