" I brushed her hair away from her face. "Lexi, I couldn't be happier. You are giving me the greatest gift I could ask for." She hugged me tightly. Af...er a few minutes, she got up and went into the kitchen. "I'll call you in a minute, Daddy. We should eat and talk."Dinner was quiet. I think both of us were lost in our own thoughts. I did as much as I could to reassure her things were going to work out, but I could tell she was still quite upset. I was upset too, but with myself, for having such. “Crap,” I said.“Crap?”“I’m sorry.”“You’re sorry?”I took psychology in school, the previous year. It was an elective that counted for humanities credit. In it, one of the things we learned about was cognitive therapy, where sometimes the therapist parrots what the client has just said. It’s supposed to do two things: Make sure the therapist heard the client right, and make the client think about what she just said. I wondered, just for a few seconds, if Uncle Bob was using cognitive therapy on. I listened as they joked and talked, clowning andcackling like younger girls do? Finally, I heard her friend call her by hername, Haley. Luck was with me, her friends werenext, and they mentioned meeting up at the snack bar after for some cottoncandy and popcorn before they headed to the next haunted house on their listlater. We were next; I had made sure my costumes would be very popular so noone would remember anything out of the ordinary. We headed inside, working ourway through the maze. Itried to yell for help but my lips were forced shut by whatever wasthese changes. The pants I had on were getting even more tighter as myhips began to widen and my legs slimmed down making my lower half looklike it belonged to a young woman. I felt somewhat familiar handsgrabbing and squeezing my new rounder ass and I tried to scream evenharder, I knew I was being turned into a girl because I could feel everychange happen and most of them were painful.I felt something crawling its way up my.