I didn't care I lovedthe way I looked and how my lingerie made me feel like a littlesissy. I quickly dressed for work wearing my usual jeans and shirt...ut slipping a sweater on over my shirt after noticing my bra clearlyshowed through my shirt. I noticed the time and ran out the door tocatch my bus to work.I spent the day convinced people could see the lace of my panties orthe outline of my bra even though I knew they couldn't. At the end ofthe day I was a bit paranoid and very excited by what. Preston looked concerned but smiled warmly at her son and his new friend. Leanna came out onto the porch to greet the new arrival. ‘Hello there Mrs. P! Billy told us you would be dropping by. Just look at him! Working so hard and doing a real good job of it too. He is such a good boy.’ Mrs. Preston looked at her, flushed from the praise of her ‘slow’ boy and so proud of him she could bust. ‘He does look like he’s being useful. I brought you some strawberries from my garden.’ ‘Those look. It was just smaller, and my fingers seemed longer andthinner as well. It was the strangest thing; it wasn't my hand, but itmoved the way I told it to. By now, I felt like I should check myselfout. I saw some stainless-steel cabinets nearby, so I pushed over tothem to looked at my face. I think I already knew what I was going tosee in the few moments it took me to get there because I could feel thedifference under my clothes, in my chest and in my crotch. It isn't thebest surface to get a. Where will I be sleeping?" I was hoping he would say I could be with him."I'll move into Glenna's old room." No Miles. I'll move there." No one could hear me crying in that room and I knew I was going to be doing a lot of that. I still couldn't understand Miles. There was no ranting and swearing. He was making decisions, not only for himself, but about me as well. Those decisions seemed so cold and without love. Then it came to me--why wouldn't he? Miles was so in control now and I didn't like.