“You’re a genius, Jo!” She got up, pulled me to my feet and we danced around the room, her, as naked as a little heathen. “I’ll put your vo...e down as an enthusiastic yes, then, Sally Ann!” I pretended to write down her vote. “Of course it would be best if your nipples are still nursed to stay in condition for it, so I will step up to the plate and volunteer for that strenuous duty.” She said, “Oh, you are such a trooper, Jo!” I accepted her grateful thanks and kisses with my typical modesty.. When I tried them onagain the other way around, they felt better. They felt a little tight,but weren't really uncomfortable. They just seemed to fit me differentlythan my boy underpants.Next on the pile of clothes was a tank-top style undershirt and a pairof plain white tube socks. The undershirt was made of thin white cottonlike the underpants. There was a bit of lacy trim around the neck andarmholes, making it impossible to mistake it for a boy's undershirt. Itseemed a little silly to balk at. So does mom ... and I'm oldest ... although Grace is willing to debate that.'In her smug little way she said, "You know they switched wrist bands when we were born." Grace ... impossible. The birth certificates plainly state the boy was born first. You were born fifteen minutes later."When she was four ... or five ... she decided she was The Boy ... and mother being the family comedienne ... agreed. She only agreed once, but Grace grabbed hold of that like Roy grabbed the rope Trigger dropped. "Stop it," I said."Make me," he said coming closer, pushing me back against the school wall."Leave me alone," I meekly as I suddenly realising how vulnerable I was as these three large guys were surrounding me and effectively shielding me from the rest of the playground."So how big are they now?" asked Roger, his handsome face close to mine."What! Leave me alone," I said pushing ineffectively against him."Hold her," snapped Roger and his two friends grabbed my arms and held me tight. "A girl.