He sure as heck didn't want to try any 'ballet clothes' though; he had to wear tights once for some stupid play at school, and he hated the clingy, it...hy feel of them almost as much as the 'sissy' taunts he got from his schoolmates. But, maybe if he just put on whatever she had for him and went to just ONE class, just to make her happy, maybe she would let this stupid idea go."All right, Mom, I'll... I mean, I'll at least try it ONCE. I don't like the idea, though!" he told her, setting her up. Chal Bablu tui tarai amar pond ta bhalo kore chod aar amar guude angul dhukiye amar guuder jal ta khoshiye de. Amar ekhon anek kaj baki ache. Rater khabar tao banate ache.” Amio taratari maar ponde jor jore thap marte laglam aar maar guude angul dhukiye narte laglam. Khainkhon pore ami amar laura ta puro puri maar ponde dhukiye maar ponder gattor bhetore amar pheda chere dilam aar amar songe songe kaar guuder jal tao khoshlo. Pheda dhalar por ami maar oopor theke sore giye boshe boshe hanfate. Of course, she came to live with us during the summer while we were on break, so she doesn't have any friends, she never dates, and being the only black girl in the small school she just hangs out at the house all day long.When she first moved in I hated it. All she did was fight with my mom and listen to music really loud all day. All I ever tried to do was avoid her, of course, that was until about a month ago. I don't know if she did it to piss my mom off or what, but she started wearing. I could only nod.Before I could speak he said, "If you want to return to normal you have tokeep playing. Unless you want to stay the way you are right now. " He turnedand walked away. "By the way I think that your changes are a bigimprovement," he said with a slight laugh.His laugh snapped me back into reality. I looked at the cursed machine andnoticed that there were now male parts on the dials in addition to the femalesymbols. The tits were gone and replaced by a male chest. I had no choice.