“You asked me the other day what my fantasy was. This is it. You in a dress like that, a pair of high heels, and nothing else. This is it! You wante... to know how to turn me on. This is it!”“Jesus, Steve! Everybody is going to see my ass, and if I bend over wrong, my tits are going to pop out of the top!”“They won’t see your ass, and don’t bend over! Please, Bren, I am begging you! Put on your sandals, you know, the high-heeled ones, and let’s go to dinner.”Brenda continued protesting, but her. He had made it seem like her husband’s job depended on it. So, why was he here with this kid?“Blake, this is Mrs. Stevens. Her husband works for me in accounting. You met him a couple of times. He brought my dry cleaning by the house a couple nights ago.”“Oh yeah. I remember him.”Lisa put her cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. Blake liked what he saw. “Wow! You really look like my mom.” And she did. And not just in looks, but in body type. Blonde hair, big ass, big tits.Lisa wasn’t sure. " Why couldn't I change back?" Because if you decide to continue being Cindy, you'll be given hormonesto make you become a woman and because of your age you'll be a womanforever. I'm sure you've had some sex education class by now explainingthe differences between men and women. Girls and boys maturedifferently. Girls become softer and boys become more muscular. I'm sureyou noticed your friend Shannon has been changing. She's started herpuberty." If I decide to become a real girl, will I still. " I didn't catch the rest as I fell into Oblivion. Snatches, brief visions of my life flashed like light bulbs in my eyes. Tracy smiling at me, holding tiny little Heather, Heather getting on the bus for her first day at school, my first time buying a car. Memories played through my decent until, at last, I settled into the soft recess of black. I couldn't move or see when I woke up. My ears felt like I had cotton in them; sounds were muffled as if under water. ".... Pressure?" not that I.