As the dawn light filtered through the curtains, I found myself wide awake, thoughts swirling uncontrollably. Memories of the boss, of our secret moments, played in my mind like a movie. His touch, his laugh, the way he looked at me; everything felt incredibly real and painfully beautiful.

The feeling of liberation was something I never thought I would experience. To be able to express myself fully, to embrace my true identity was intoxicating. Dressed in women's clothes, I felt like I had shed an old skin, revealing my true self. It was like I was breathing for the first time, a breathtaking sense of freedom enveloping me.

I was beginning to feel like a woman, an understanding that was new yet familiar. It was as if I had been suppressing this side of me for the longest time. The realisation was both thrilling and terrifying. With the boss, I could be my true self. But at home, I was trapped in the lie of a life I had created.

I spent that day lost in thought, the boss never far from my mind. The memory of his touch, his voice, the secretive glances we shared, filled me with a longing I had never known. I longed to be back in that hotel room, to be Don once more, to feel the freedom of being my true self.

As night fell, I found myself standing in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. Don stared back at me, but I could see Don hiding just beneath the surface, waiting for a chance to emerge once more.

[To be continued...]