I couldn’t believe that he let me so I picked out the shortest sexiest skirts and tops possible. He didn’t mind one bit. I was hoping that he woul... blow a gasket.After he paid for the stuff he asked the clerk if I could change into one of my new outfits to wear to lunch. She said that I could and even helped me take the price tags off from them. I put on a low-rise blue jean skirt that was down to my pubic hair from the top and almost up to my pubic hair from the bottom too. I chose not to wear. "Tommy, why aren't you at the Academy?" "I can't." "You can't what?" "I don't fit in." "Do you need an increase in your expense account?" "No, that's not it." "OK, then tell me the problem," Mary says sitting down on the arm of the piano bench and putting her arm around her son."Well, it's like this," begins Tommy. He explains how the other boys all come from very elite families. Families with generations of wealthy doctors, lawyers, coporate executives, and political leaders. The boys from. I had no idea about women's sizes, and I was not about to say, 'Oh, she's the same size as me!'I mumbled something, turned a shade of beetroot, and left the store in a hurry.But my curiosity had been ignited. Over the next few months, I would buy women's underwear from the department store. Large was not big enough. We had to go to XL for tights and stockings. We started off at size 12 for suspender belts and knickers; 16 or 18 was needed to hold us in comfortably. Bras were weird; no two were. My despair began to mount as I thought about what I thought I knew had happened. A nurse peaked in, saw me awake and left again. The doctor came in and explained that they had kept me sedated for the last three days so they could treat me. He left and a moment later Linda came in with my laptop, and sat down."How are you feeling Brock?" She smiled thinly at me and I knew she was worried."I've had better days. How long have I been here? Where is here by the way?" I knew I was in a hospital but I.