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Three days later the sale was made, and since next to my hotel I found an interior design studio, which had a lot of photos in the window of their projects and I like them all, I decided to have them fix my new place. So I met with the owner, some Architect John Mellow, who came to see the place and a couple of days later he showed me the draft of a few projects. They were all great ideas, and I told him I would let him do the job as long as he could give me a reasonable quotation and the job was made in fifteen to twenty days at the most. I have always been a home person, and was tired to live my life around in hotels or transition places. I wanted to be settled as soon as possible. I got what I though was an acceptable price from Mellow, and he promised he could do the job in ten to fifteen days since, as I noticed, his projects were mostly considering re-decorating and adjusting existing things, instead of changing everything from scratch.
I decided to use part of those ten days in looking for a job. Unfortunately, I was supposed not to be picky about the kind of job I was looking for, since Lisa Parker did not have a degree or, at least, she didn't have one in her own name! Anyhow, I was oriented toward some kind of a part time job, which would give me enough money for the general expenses but not absorbing all of my time. After a few days the three best options were: the mornings from Monday to Friday managing the agenda of appointments and keeping the accounting for a doctor; working just in the morning but six days a week in a bakery at the counter, and the third one came unexpected from John Mellow:
"Lisa, I hear you are looking for a job, is that correct?" He said during the final inspection to the house at the end of the renovation.
"Yes, I actually do. But.... who told you?"
"Well, after all this is not such a big town, and you happen to be the talk of the town. Ehmm, this unknown pretty girl, who just arrived here .."
"Please quit with that. I am aware not to be a beauty!"
"Correct. You are not a beauty. That's the reason I said 'pretty girl'. You are pretty, and there is something unusual and charming in your look which makes you very attractive."
"Is this a commitment or what?" I asked sort of surprised.
"No, I am just saying what the rumor around is about a girl named Lisa Parker. The town is talking about you, and the talk changes a little bit from males to females. Women are wondering where Lisa is coming from, what is she doing in our town and so on. Men are talking about how pretty she is, how nice would be dating her...."
"Knowing men, I don't think being a date is simply enough for them!" I interrupted him.
He could not stop laughing by my remark.
"I did not mean that, Lisa. I just told you what people around here are saying.But, going back to my original question, I asked you if you were looking for a job, since Doctor Weiss told me that he was in touch with you for a position as his assistant. And he was hoping to be so lucky to get the mysterious pretty chick working for him."
"Is that what he said? The mysterious pretty chick?" I said in a surprised way. No that being called a chick was such a strange thing, but I was not expecting it from Doctor Weiss.
"Yes, he did. But before we continue on the subject, I just want you to know that I may need a pretty chick to help in my business as well."
"Oh, yes, a different place for the chick and a different rooster than doctor Weiss, but still a rooster, is that correct?
"Well, I guess you are right in case you consider any male person a rooster!"
"Come on, John. It's not us girl who are considering males as roosters. It's the males considering us chicks. Everything in the male brain is connected with sex! If men were like Christmas trees they would have the word SEX as blinking lights in all colors!!"
"I see your point, Lisa. However, I am only considering for a person, either male or female, to help us in the studio. We are so busy going to visit clients and supervising the works in progress, that it would be helpful to have one person, even just half a day, to take phone calls and give some assistance to our clients on the easier things..."
"Ok, John. I am going to consider your offer on the same level as Doctor Weiss' offer."
"Thanks, Lisa."
"But in case I have enough of roosters, I may consider an offer from a business run by capons!"
"That would be boring, I am sure!"
"Why? Do you actually know what it means working with capons, that is, castrated roosters?
"No, I don't. But I feel that if people are not interested in each other, for friendship or love, at any level such as straight, gay, lesbian or whatever, social life would be completely flat and boring."
"That's a very deep thought John. You're probably right. Except that very often what you have called INTEREST is turned into harassment or, even if not so extreme as harassment, at least annoying the other person. One thing is feeling that a guy likes me and is interested in me. Another thing is having somebody's breath always at the neck, and be constantly under pressure for some FUN, as men are saying. There is no space for us girl, when a rooster is around. You see, you may tell a girl that she is beautiful, and she would probably thank you and appreciating what you just said. On the other hand, in case I see a nice looking boy, although not my kind of boy, and I simply tell him that he is handsome, I would have created my worst enemy: he would be constantly chasing me!"
"You are right, that's human nature."
"I would say, MALE nature!"
"Ok, I suggest that you leave now before you kill me. Think about my offer and, in case you are interested, give me a call or stop by the studio and we can talk about all the details and, of course, money!"
"I will. Bye now, John."
"See you soon, Lisa"
While I was walking back for my last evening in the hotel, I thought about John Mellow.There is always a strange feeling inside me when I see John. I had sex hundreds of times since they changed me into a girl, nearly four years before, but I never felt fulfilled, or had a great satisfaction. The last great feelings I felt were with my wife, about four and half years before. Sex as a girl for me until that time has always been either a way to cash some fast money, or it was forced sex. It was never a way to express love and deep feelings.Today, I have been meeting with John just to go through all what was done to my house, since the renovation is over, and tomorrow I am moving in.Then we had just a casual conversation and nothing else. However, while he is around, I feel sort of funny.I feel lighter in weight, I feel goose bumps all over my body, and I feel electricity inside my body and on the tip of my nipples when he looks at me. I cannot take my eyes away from his eyes when our glances would casually meet. Am I having a crush on him??I felt this to be very strange, since it never happened to me before.Maybe this was Doctor Jiiz's revenge. He told me once that he was implanting in my body a tiny small device that would release massive dosage of female hormones inside me daily for ten years. Was it possible that not having my testicles for nearly four years now, having gone through all sort of awful things to my body while in Namila, and probably having taken more female hormones in four years than a regular woman would need in one lifetime, that all of this was now taking over my brain cells and switch them from male to female? Maybe in a few months from now even my memories of past life would be switched? Will I ever recall when I was a young boy?Would I recall all my early years as a little girl? How scaring!It was then that my eyes stopped on a huge poster in the window of a sporting store. The poster was featuring a real hunk, all sweaty and with tons of muscles. My eyes were running back and fort on his strong shoulders, his eyes, lips and the bulky package on the front of his pants..... I could sort of see John Mellow's face replacing his own face. I was feeling some warm flow inside my body, when I heard a young girl's voice next to me saying:
"Nice looking hunk, isn't he?"
I looked at her. She may have been sixteen or seventeen, very beautiful.
"Yes, he surely is." I said. "Wouldn't you love a boyfriend like him?"
"Oooh, wish I could! But there aren't boy like him in this silly town!"
We both laugh loudly and then went our ways. I did not feel going back to the hotel immediately, so I walked around for about one hour. And I started looking at the people I was meeting. Beautiful girls dressed in a sexy way would pass by. Just a few years ago, I would get a hard on just by looking at them. Now I would look at them without interest except for their make up, their haircut, what kind of dress or shoes they were wearing, and so on. While now some of the boys would cause me a strange feeling inside.