<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/><br/><br/>Mid-week.  I stand in my bra and panties looking at my clothes.  I remember a time not too long ago when I would have laughed out loud at woman with as many clothes as I now have, saying "I dont have a thing to wear".<br/><br/>Yet here I am...Im that woman.<br/><br/>I dont want to wear anything Ive worn recently, I dont want to wear a couple of the things that have fallen 'out of favor'....With a sigh, I take my white blouse with the Peter Pan collar off the hanger....I grab my red skirt....and sure why not....my red heels?   Tan heels??….Red?....Tan.....oh the hell with it....red.<br/><br/>Breakfast is my yogurt, nuts and a little bit of honey mixed in.   Out the door on time....walk to the train station.  A couple of sideways stares from guys who are not sufficiently practiced to be unobserved.....<br/><br/>Oh a treat!  Today is my lucky day!  I actually get a seat!!  I enjoy the ambience of the cramped car until a beep comes over the loudspeaker and my stop is announced....Up the stairs....fresh air.....and  short walk to work.<br/><br/>I get Darlene prepped for her 9:30 meeting with Joel Crabtree and the management team.  The I go about my business of sorting the morning mail for our little 4 person staff.  Im brought up abruptly, when I see MY name on an envelope.....I put it aside while I make the deliveries to everyone else.  A couple of flirty remarks keep the atmosphere light and pleasant.  In fact, there hasnt been any more ugly situations since Doyle Layton was fired by Craig Robinson (HR Manager) over Joel Crabtree's quiet objection.  Doyle, and old friend of mine had confronted me on my first day back.  Among the insults he rained down on me within earshot of everyone was to call he a 'faggot', a 'sissy little he-she' and several other choice phrases.<br/><br/>He buried himself and was fired.  Craig Robinson had it entered on his personal record in the event Doyle ever wanted to return.  In this day and age of political correctness, even Joel Crabtree knew the company's hands were tied and a major, ugly lawsuit could erupt should I press the issue.<br/><br/>That's over now though, and now an occassional flirt is the norm.  We've lightened up since the "Doyle Incident"<br/><br/>I sit back down at my desk and take my letter opener and see who is contacting me?<br/><br/>As I start to read....a smile spreads across my face....<br/><br/>It's 'my story'.....in Chloe's words....<br/><br/>Our irregular and painful meeting.   My drug induced gender modification....(I put the letter down and recall weighing with Chloe, the advantages of living free as a woman vs. incarcerated as a rapist.....we both agreed, that this was the preferable option!).<br/><br/>Her last paragraph hits home.....<br/><br/>So what I guess I'm saying, I'd like to go out on a date with you. Just to catch up and all that but also to see if we still get along. I mean, that conversation the night after you got home from your first day back at work was like incredible. You're smart and self-aware and that's what I really liked about you even after all the changes I put you through. You came out wonderful and charming.<br/><br/>I put the letter in my purse.....I pick up my phone....I know I never would have deleted her phone number.....and sure enough I find it in my contacts.....The question is:  Is this still a valid number??  Well, this is as good as anywhere to begin my search!<br/><br/>I press in the digits and smile at the familar number.....<br/><br/>###Chloe....got your letter<br/>### Meet you at 'our pub'  5:30<br/>###Cant wait.<br/>###Please answer so I know this is still your number<br/><br/>I press "Send".....and smile<br/><br/>I watch as the message says:<br/><br/>"Sending"<br/><br/>"Delivered"<br/><br/>I put my phone away for now.  The liklihood of Chloe not being busy and able to answer a mid-morning text, is remote<br/><br/>Im still smiling when Darlene returns from her meeting.  Someone thinks I'm<em>"wonderful and charming"!!</em><br/>