"I remember," I said."The dresses were the hardest thing. The panties weren't that tough, andeven the bras went on you fairly easily. And that was bef...re you hadboobs. But you fought the dresses like you were at the Alamo. It wasclear that you wanted them. But you fought." It was... symbolic, ma'am," I said. "Once I put on a dress, I wasaccepting being a sissy. That was hard for me. Like I said, ego. And itdidn't help that they weren't gowns and sundresses. Maid's dresses takea little out of. After about 15-20 mins, I came back to my place to be surprised to see that the same girl on the berth beside mine and she was reading some fat novel. I climbed onto my berth and was about to sleep but could not sleep as the light was on. So I checked around to see if anyone is using the light but she was the only one so asked her whether she really want to read the book at this late hour, for which she replied that she is feeling sleepy but want to complete the book as she is going to be in. Your hairy little pussy is just hiding under there, waiting for someone to slip up behind you and yank that skirt up to your neck.? Tonya laughed as she walked out.Steph stood there all alone, worried about her paper. She really needed it. She didn?t have her panties. The thought of going the rest of the day without them was mortifying. Would Tonya really sneak up behind her? The idea made her sick. She wanted to stay in the restroom the rest of the day, but she knew she had to get to class. If. "It's that weird syndrome that turnsboys into gir- Oh my GOD!"I fell back into my chair. I managed to gasp out: "Don'ttell me..." I'm afraid so, Jack." Dr. Wilson replied. "The testsconfirmed it - the transformation is already wellunderway."I was in utter shock. I couldn't even begin to grasp this.HIV or cancer would have been less stunning. I'd never evenconsidered this. I was going to be a... a girl? No freakingway! Frozen in place, I felt like I was disconnected frommy body. I could hear the.