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Chapter 33 by twizted77 twizted77

Who is it?

Sally, middle aged house wife type

You had worked here long enough to be familiar with most of your coworkers, and Sally was no exceptions, but you don't know that you'd ever shared more than the occasional "hi," "bye," or "excuse me" with her in all that time.

She was middle aged with okay looks. She wasn't ugly by no means, but she also didn't have guys lined up down the block. Mostly you thought she had probably spent her life blending into the crowd. She wore loose fitting khakis and a shirt that didn't reveal much about her shape.

"Can I help you?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I think you are very brave," she said softly. "I could never have shown my face around here again...not after those photos went out."

"Well...I really need the job, I guess," you said. "Plus I could never explain this to my wife."

"Oh, you're married?" she asked. "And she doesn't know about your...interests?"

You had no interest in discussing your situation with Sally or anything else, but something about her gave you pause. She seemed so genuinely concerned about your well being. Since you got caught by Bob, you'd not really opened up to anyone in an honest and heartfelt way. It might feel good to get some of this off your chest.

"She knows about the underwear," you said softly, looking around to make sure nobody else could hear. You can feel yourself blushing. "Actually she helps pick them out."

"Well, thats sweet of her," Sally said. "And she has pretty good taste too. It would have been nice to have someone helping when I first started crossdressing."

"Cross dressing?"

"Shhhh, dear, I'd like to keep my secret safe," she said. After a moment she smiled. "I was born Steven, but I've been Sally for almost twenty years now. Well...I was Sally before that, I just never had the chance to be myself."

"I had no idea," you said. "You don't look like a man at all."

"Thanks, dear," she said. "This really isn't the place for this, though. If you'd like to talk, lets meet at the bar down the street after work."

She smiled and walked away.

What next?

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