Just wear lightmakeup, some foundation, eyeliner and some lipstick. Wear the pantyhosetoo. It'll be easier when you try on shoes."Like I said, it's a ...errible thing to be captured by your desires,especially after along hard fight with yourself you always knew that youwould lose. The sad fact is that my male side completely lost the battle.After seeing myself in that Christmas dress, and with help from mymother, there was no way that I was going to say no to the chance to goout, and with my. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++There were only three of them: Julie, a five-eight blonde with a realsharp sense of humour. Her body was behaving something like mine, soalthough mentally mature, physically, she was a bit slow off the mark,looking a bit like a stick insect. Next, there was Lisa. She was the same height as me with dark spikyhair. She was into the new romantics (yeah, I AM going back a few years)and as a result, her outlandish style tended to. Blubbering, while surrounded by the beginnings ofsexual activity all around him, overweight Rufus simplystood still, terrified of the anger in his great auntseyes. Even his burgeoning erection had subsided.Nevertheless, Helen simply grabbed the stillsignificant piece of sex meat and squeezed slightly. Edna for her part saw that Rufus had meant no real harmand gave him a warning look, but allowed herself to bedirected to “Pistol Pete,” before one of the othermatrons in the place. John was a bit more bookish, like me. He wasn't nearly as good at school,but he was a big, likeable guy. I sometimes think we became friendspartly because the one thing we had in common was that Simon and Grantwere friendly to us.As the school year came to an end we discussed the upcoming Gender ChoiceWeek. As I said, there seemed to be a rule that people keep their choicea secret, so that they wouldn't be embarassed if they were forciblyfeminised. But we were good friends and couldn't resist.