The Himalayas are not the scariest peaks

My sister is PA to an interesting man. He's tall, probably about 6', has shoulder-length grey hair curled under in a nice bob, wears foundation, black eye liner, mascara, and eye shadow, plus neon pink nail varnish. Sometimes he dons fake breasts - held in by a bra underneath a striped white men's shirt - dressing in a blouse is against company policy. He wears fitted women's bootcut trousers and slightly heeled pointy shoes.

He sits cross legged at his desk and is a Technical Director. Technical, as in makes and plays with gadgets. Oooh, the irony.

Recently he wanted a wrist wrest for his mouse. He is very excited becuase the one he ordered was purple. His eyes lit up and he started squeezing it frantically upon its arrival, and when my sister had delivered it to him.

I speak to my sister daily to ask how things are...

Today the breasts are in.