I felt like throwing up, but I didn't want to drown in my own shitty vomit. The familiar woman happily said, "all done, now clean me." "oh no," I thou...ht as my whole body began to cringe into itself. "I know that voice, that's my fucking sister!" as if on cue, my sister opened her legs and peered down at me. She was smiling, proud of what she put her big brother through. "Hey loser, when I found out the girls wanted you to be the new toilet here, I was thrilled. You were always such a piece of. The hem was about six inches above my kneesShe then had me try on a few tops but then found a bright pink fluffy pullover , she pulled it over my head, I slipped my arms in again it was a little tigSht and a bit short on the sleeve Can I see yet I askedNo I haven't finished come with meWe went up to mums room she made me stand looking at the door so I couldn't see the mirror.I could hear her in a cupboard,She then pulled a wig over my head, it was a short blonde colour , she looked and said no. ..." How long?" the old lady asked."I was thinking... a month? But she has to be perfect or we risk possiblygetting sued for letting her claim a prize meant for a girl." I cannot help you my dear; one month is too short a time. Everything Ido to make young men look like girls is virtually perfect, but to achievethat level of realism, three months is the absolute minimum time thetransition will last, and that is pushing the limits very hard. Six isthe norm, sometimes even a year." Three months,". There was a low round wooden building with a thatch roof, one opening. The opening had a hide hanging to cover it. At one end was a low enclosure and I could see a couple of pigs. There was no smoke to-day and on the roof I could see had a hole in the middle and the thatch around it was all burnt and sooty black.The ground around the house-if that was what it was- was all churned up and looked muddy but to the far right lying on the ground was what looked like a dead animal, but I could not.