Angel Chapter 8

When Angel Jones woke up on Friday morning, her long blonde hair was tousled across her pretty face and her ruffled teddy was twisted around her breasts. She brushed her hair back, adjusted the nightie and smiled at her need to do so. Although the long hair and frilly garment were sometimes nuisances, she liked and needed the feelings of femininity they gave her. To paraphrase the show tune which was one of her favorites, she enjoyed being a girl.

Angel didn't lie in bed very long because her clit was hard with morning wood, and she had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet while she relieved herself. In the days when she was still named Lee Seymour, and was trying to be the man that her anatomy said she was, Angel had stood to urinate but she was now going all out as a woman. Besides the way she used toilets and which rest rooms she chose, this meant allowing her blonde hair to grow long and cascade down her back, and wearing only the most feminine of garments.

After breakfast and her morning ablutions, Angel carefully applied the minimal amount of makeup she used and dressed herself in some of those garments. This included a lacy aqua bra and matching French knickers, a lace-trimmed white blouse and a green mini-skirt that showed off her long, smooth legs and curvy hips and bum to the best advantage. Just before leaving her flat, she put on the green and white plaid blazer and two-inch heels. The walk to the bus stop and her ride to her job were uneventful. She got off the bus, walked the last block and greeted the handsome guard, who smiled at her beauty and returned her salutation. As Angel unlocked the door to the bank, both she and the guard watched the street for suspicious appearing persons. Seeing none, she entered, and he followed her inside and took up his post, where he would open the door to allow other employees to enter.

Since coming to work at the bank over a year ago, Angel had never missed a day because of illness, nor had she ever been late.