If I were lucky, my attacker would be standing close enough that I could throw-up on his shoes.After Anna accused me of torching a truck, the idea tha... she told someone to attack me seemed a stretch. My attacker’s verbal abuse felt personal, so I didn’t believe the two were connected. I couldn’t waste time in the hospital. I had to find my Dad, and then the locket. I needed to heal this wound.I focused on the wound. I knew what needed to happen, thanks to my connection to Emma. She may have. Denisewas still touching my panties and although it felt nice, itwasn't taking my mind off of my feminine predicament.The next day, Sheila had left me a pretty pink shift dress andhigh heels to wear and a note telling me to be wearing them whenI arrived at the clinic at 12 noon. I was sick again in themorning and started to worry that it might be the femalehormones which I had been given.In a virtual state of shock I donned the panties and padded braleft with the dress and slipped the dress. On the heels of those thoughts came another, more sobering thought. Just because I can do it, doesn’t mean I should. The rest of Tom’s day went fairly uneventfully, and he had almost forgotten about the ring and the incidents that happened, until he bumped into Sheri Thorpe on his way out of his last class. Sheri was a statuesque girl with honey blonde hair that fell to below her shoulders. Tom had flirted with Sheri for over a year, but had never made the move to date her. She was a pretty. ”Brian was bent over getting Tammy out of her seat. I wanted to rub his butt so bad I almost reached a hand out. Martha had her grandchildren, a girl Tammy’s age and two boys close to Marcus, and they were soon charging around, trying to do and see everything at the same time. I guided Brian over to a bench where we could watch.We settled onto the bench and I sat so close we were touching. He took my hand and smiled. “Thanks for this, Angel. It’s good to hear the laughter of children again. My.