The Law is the Law.

The next morning Tiffany woke up and immediately checked her email, hoping for some good news from Crystal. As her eyes read through the email, her stomach dropped. She read through it again, just to make sure she had read it correctly.

My Little Sissy Bitch,

I'm glad to hear that you want to work as your true self and not hide who you really are! I understand the predicament you are in, but I cannot help you. I really wish I could, but the law is the law, and nobody, not even a Guardian Fairy, can get around that. Unfortunately, you'll have to navigate this on your own, but I know you can do it!

How about you go down and hand in the paper work, in the process outing yourself as a Sissy to the owner, and there will be a reward waiting for you?

Give it some time, think it over, and do whatever you feel is best for you.

Muah!

Crystal

Tiffany was frozen. Stunned. Confused. How can Crystal not help me? She can appear out of thin air, but she can't change my identity? WHAT THE HELL? Tiffany's anger flared, she could feel her blood boiling, and her face getting red. Then, unexpectedly, a smaller voice took hold in her head. It's not that Crystal can't. It's that she won't. I'm meant to do this on my own. It is part of embracing who I am. It's part of the journey.

Once again Crystal sat frozen and stunned. The little voice in her head made so much sense. This was, seemingly, such a small task, but it would be a monumental step on her path to truly becoming Tiffany. Until now, Tiffany existed solely between herself and Crystal. It was time that somebody else be introduced to Tiffany. Deciding not to waste another moment, she immediately set about getting ready for her big day. An hour later Tiffany was showered, finished with her make-up, had styled her hair, and was debating what clothes to wear on such a big day. She ultimately settled on a pair of faux leather leggings, a simple white crop top, and a pair of two inch red, peep-toe heels. Underneath she wore a lace, t-back thong, which matched her lace, bandeau bra. A little padding of the bra, small touch-ups to her make-up, a quick check in the mirror and Tiffany was on her way back to Naughty Times.

Her heart pounded with each click of her heels on the sidewalk. She had gone over the paperwork again in the car, made sure she had all the necessary identification needed, taken a deep breath, and left an old lifestyle, a person who no longer existed, behind her in the car. Taking one more deep breath, maybe the last one with any remnant of John left, Tiffany pulled the door open.

As had been the case the last two days, Al immediately turned his attention to the most recent customer to enter the store. When he recognized the face that entered, he smiled a bit wider.

"Welcome back." Al greeted her, "Tiffany, right?"

"That's right!" Tiffany replied, hoping her voice didn't show her nerves.

"Is that completed paperwork you're holding? Or are you coming here to let me down?" Al asked, the hope in his voice all too clear.

"Take a look for youself." Tiffany said.

She handed the paperwork to Al, who quickly unfolded it and let a big smile cross his face.

"Whew. You had me worried there for a second. Let me review this and get your IDs and then we can sort out the rest of the details." Al walked back behind the counter and held out his hand for Tiffany's IDs.

Heart in her throat, she handed over her Social Security card and her driver's license. Al made copies of both without even looking at them closely and then returned to the counter. After he finally stopped and looked at the paperwork, his brow furrowed, and he took a look at the IDs in his hand.