Fiona had yet to start back at the museum, so there was the temptation to stay in bed in the mornings longer than I normally would. So far, I hadn’t...been too late and missed the start of the thesis review meetings, even though I had come close on one day. Thank goodness for having my own car parking space not all that far from the building.Thursday, the main TV evening news was filled with the leadership coup in the federal Liberal party; as rumours had predicted, John Howard rolled Andrew. Then she told me that I wouldhave to wear a pad five days a month just like the other girls.After a physical I was admitted into the school as a girl and I began mylife as a teen girl. Like all girls we joined clubs, played dolls andtalked about boys. Time went on and I had very little interaction with aboy until I turned 15. By then the doctor had been right. I developedjust like all the other girls, most of us really blossoming when westarted high school. At the age of 16 I popped out to a. They were the only feminine ones I couldfind and I couldn't put them into anything else. The nextmorning I was ready when the taxi came. I was wearing thebra (no breasts) and panties under my shirt and pants. I hada feminine pad in the crotch and a tampon in my ass with thestring hanging out. On of my last set of instructions hadsaid the last public men's room I could use would be at theairport. If I used it I was to "use a stall and spend 15minutes listening to the men and wondering why I had. .." Chrisstammered. He lifted himself off the bench to stand up.She shoved him back down and leaned down into his face, her voicesuddenly cold."You were up there over the gym yesterday, too, weren't you? How longhave you been up there spying on my team?" It - it was just yesterday, I swear!" Chris shook his headfrantically.The coach glowered at him suspiciously for a moment, then stood andcrossed her arms."Hm. Well, maybe this is something we can solve without getting theschool involved. You.