Maybe your dad will relax. Maybe they'll let you dress asyou want, at least part of the time. Maybe they'll love how pretty youare and decide to finis... raising you as a girl instead of a boy."Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. I wished there was somethingI could do about it. I wished I could stay with Grandma instead ofMother and Father.Most of the dresses in the closet were what I thought of as prettyhousewife dresses, mostly cotton shirtwaists in floral prints, each witha matching. Up until now, she’d done all the right things. Gone to the best schools, graduated at the top of her class, met all the right people and kept her reputation above reproach. She’d married into money and given birth to two perfect, blonde, blue eyed, kids, just like her… And then she’d met me. I was her Achilles’ heel she’d tell me from time to time. Usually it was while putting her clothes back on, like right now. I lay on the sheets, just watching her dress, my naked body covered with our. She got up and looked around and found a bathroom right off the room. It looked like a hotel room. She shook her head to clear it. When she was done she came back into the room and a tray of really nice food was on a table. She didn't recall seeing it first time through the room but didn't hear anyone enter the room either. After she ate she found a cup of coffee on the dresser near the door. Oh she needed that. She slowly drank the cup and felt instantly better. She felt like she had a buzz. Chapter 3When I woke up, I could see daylight through the curtains. I was still in bed but with the covers over me. The satin was nice on my body as I gradually awoke from my sex-induced sleep.I was worn out and so weak that I couldn't move.'Hello sleepy head, how do you feel?''Tired'.'That's normal Phillipa said. You will be pleased to know that your treatment has continued while you were asleep. Would you like to see what we have done for you?'I nodded reluctantly. My heart was beating faster.