I was treated more and more as a girl by everybody, eventually ending up wearing skirts and dresses outside school as my female wardrobe built up over...time. It started off with some casual girl clothes for school trips or wearing my girl's swimming costume when swimming at the weekends and progressed until I found myself wanting the new shade of lipstick or new type of shoes or new pattern of skirt that all the girls I related to wanted. Along with every other school kid I felt the need to. I took her back to the apartment for a lie down. She was wearing a small strappy white top and an above-the-knee, loose summer skirt. I put her on the bed and went to get her a glass of water, she told me that she’d be okay after a lie down and it was probably the heat and to go back to our friends and enjoy myself. I wanted to stay to make sure she was okay, but she told me to go and have fun and she’d join us later. I went back to the bar and told our friends that she would be fine in a while. I stood straight on with my arms by my sides, and I felt a shiver of pleasure run through me as I started into his eyes."Well, I suppose you like it? And it does look...great on you." Uncle Joe said with a cheeky grin.I didn't know what to say. "Ahh thanks, uncle." How about I take you to the beach? Give you a chance to show it off before your parents come home. I know the perfect place we can show you off."I stood staring at him through the mirror with a look of pure stupidity on my face. Was. 'So sorry,honorable samurai,' the farmer says, kneeling before the fierce glareof the armor-clad warriors. 'My son is grievously injured. His legs arebroken, and he wouldn't be much use to you!' And so, the samurai leavewithout drafting his son into the bloodiest war the world has everknown, and the old farmer smiled as the armor-clad warriors left. 'Boy,I'm glad my son's legs were broken. He will live a longer life than ifhe were to fight in the Great War." So, you see, Calvin, my ninja.