With his roundcollar blouse, frilly knee socks and mary janes he knew that heepitomized a sissy school boy - actually a very sissy school boy withmake...p, nail polish and long girl's hair.His modest little titties in their frilly lace bra were clearlynoticeable under his blouse as he descended the stairs. It occurred tohim that, not only was he dressed as a sissy boy, but also he was beingdeeply feminized. In addition to his titties, his clinched waist wassmaller than most girls and his derriere. There was something going on that she just couldn't put her finger on. Tina chose that moment to look at her, and Cindy just fell into those green eyes."Hey," she said in a low voice, "you okay?" Yeah," said Cindy, "I'm fine." Are you upset about what we did with Mr Jennings?" Oh, god no!" giggled Cindy."Would you like to do it to maybe Robert or Randy?" asked Tina."I will if you tell me to," whispered Cindy."No, no," smiled Tina. "I want to know if you'd like to do it. If you'd like to crawl. Significant. She had physically and symbolically accepted there was now an emotional distance between them.She looked him in the eye.“You will want an explanation,” she said. “Actually, you, more than anyone, deserve one.”He nodded; beyond that there was no reaction.She smiled a little smile, then it was gone again. “If I try to explain, then you could ask me any questions you want?”He nodded again.“I apologise for lying to you. I really am sorry, you deserved better from me,” she said.She did. Derrick watched silently as Jess dropped her pencils and bent over to pick it up. It was spring, and the warm temperatures had many girls wearing miniskirts. Although half of them couldn’t really pull it off, and Mr. Derrick was supposed to warn them about the school dress code and make them wear gym shorts if they didn’t pull it down lower or have a replacement, he didn’t. He loved to see all the young, petite, innocent girls strutting around in their miniskirts, all the innocence fading away,.