God, I wanted to screw myself! I DID notice, though thatI did seem to be getting used to it. I had worn this body and face forthree days now and small...things were beginning to make themselves knownto me. I was having less trouble moving the way a body like that shouldmove and I didn't seem to mind it at all. In fact, I kind of... posed,there in that mirror, pursing my lips and making kissy faces at it!Then I giggled! I mean, a full fledged, feminine, "delighted with whatI see" giggle! The only. .?You: there are these girls who usually wear something too revealingYou: and they are always skipping between camsYou: i dont even know what tey are looking forYou: a guy who likes boobs and justin bieberYou: and talkingYou: and one directionYou: or a girlfriend who likes all these?Stranger: ^failStranger: I am ashamed by all the girls being insane about bieber, one direction and all that crap :/You: they should be ashamed of themselvesStranger: because when I tell someone I'm a girl they. But... "Now, what did I tell you before about using first names?" Sorry, doctor... sorry... it's... I'm not used to such informality." Yes, I know. But remember... if we are to succeed with this, you must learn to relax more and be less formal with people." While the drug was taking effect, the progress thus far was reviewed."... and finally, I need you to read and sign this." Another one? Didn't I sign one last week?" You must remember, this treatment is... experimental. My methods are. It was toward the end of the afternoon that I finally decided to take some sort of action. I had thought about the possible ways I might make her feel better, so I wrote a note to her surreptitiously, because if the nun caught me she would make me stand up and read it to the class. It was a one sentence note, and I quickly folded it up and stuck it in my shirt pocket. When the dismissal bell rang, I managed to get right behind Rosie as the students rushed the door. In the general hubbub of the.