"I'llundo it, but for now you should go home, wind down and wait for me to come." Now hang on a minute you just killed a lot of us!" young Meryl objec...edquite rightly. "What about the girls who died?" They are gone now beyond my reach, there is nothing I can do for them but Ican do something for you," She said. "Be patient and go home." Who are you?" I asked.She gave it some thought and when she finally replied, "Charice, as you willknow me." Like that singer?" Jane asked, I had no clue who she. There were a fewfairly conservative sweaters and jeans at the bottom, but most of it wasjust filled with ultrafeminine and risque stuff. There were tighttanktops and tshirts, tiny blouses with plunging necklines, stretchyshorts and some really short skirts. He eyed the items with fright anddisdain. Why the fuck had Dad let this happen? And this Matthewbastard...ugh. There were painfully few items he would be comfortablewearing in here.The next bag wasn't any better. It mostly contained hosiery. So the next day I went to work as a female. I started out dressing conservatively but gradually got used to wearing dresses some of which were cute and flirty. I really started to notice the looks I was getting from guys when I went out to lunch or to run an errand. I always smiled back and enjoyed how they would look at my legs and ass or my chest before they looked me in the eye. It only added to the feeling if I was wearing some sexy lace under things. My nipples would get hard and show. ??Required?? Mr Hunt demanded.?It’s all right,? Mrs Hunt said, ?I ought to have said years ago but we never thought she would do aught in her O levels.??Said what?? Mr Hunt asked.?That if she went on to do A levels she would be expected to fuck the lads at boys school,? Mrs Hunt said.?Exactly,? Miss Price exclaimed, ?That’s why we can afford to offer the free scholarships Mr Hunt.? ?What?? Mr Hunt retorted, ?What did you say???The girls have to be nice to the boys at the boys school,? Mrs Hunt.