I would die if a grade 11 worm like me were ever exposed as having a crush on a grade 12, and someone who was clearly a goddess to my hormone-addled b...ain.After all this time I don't recall how it started. I supposed I must have contrived situations where we would have to at least exchange a few words. Since she was such a strong player, I got serious about practicing myself. Sometimes Sharon would stay after school to use one of the practice rooms, and I might arrange to stay and use the one. His finished pulling them up and reached behind to zip them up, there was absolutely no mistaking these for boy pants in anyway. He put on the blouse and buttoned it up, wondering how much longer it would take to get used to wearing women’s shirts with the buttons on the opposite side. The blouse was a good fit just like the pants. It was a light pink with a tapered fit so that it helped give the illusion of having more of an hourglass shape to him. The blouse fit perfectly over his firm. He learned some things about Carol too, but she thought it prudent to keep her long range goals to herself, at least until she saw how things worked out. As it turned out, they worked out marvelously. That night, after dinner, she invited Hank in for coffee and he met her older daughter, Stephanie, and helped her with her math homework. The younger of Carol’s daughters, Melissa, was in bed and her introduction to the new man in her mother’s life was delayed for a while. Carol and Hank said. It was now a deep dark red, with a shimmer to it. Theyhad trimmed it into side swept bangs, clipped back to keep the hair outof my eyes while they worked. That was it; aside from my flat chest, Iwas actually looking like a girl. I need to escape SOON, I thought. Someof this HAS to be reversible...Mistress was waiting for me when I left the salon. She guided me to aroom labeled fashion. "We need to get you out of those sneakers and yogaclothes. It's time to actually dress like a young lady," she.