The urine he was forced to sit in would only add to thediscomfort and the humiliation.There was an adorable pink party dress hanging in the corner of ...heroom. It was a child's dress with short puffed sleeves and a tie thatwent around the waist and would tie in the back with a big girly bow.There were layers of white petticoats that went under the short skirt.Just below the dress sitting on the floor were a pair of white T strapMary Jane shoes with a nice little girls round toe and a low heel.. Needless to say, when she got a view of the whole thing, she was terrorized! (You'd think she mistook me for fucking FRANKENSTEIN!)When she got home, I'll bet she called every last girlfriend in school to warn them about me.So, any girl that I might've had feelings for, shunned me (the 'secret' was out) which meant I couldn't even begin a love life!At least, my frat was still there!I don't know how they settle things today, but in my days, frats sometimes warred, and it could get quite ugly; no. " Help me? I..." Tori shook her head. "I don't need help. Oh, but,yeah, you can help!" She smiled brightly and clapped her hands. "Gimmea sec!" She leapt to the floor and pulled a long strip of wood out fromunder the bed. She threw her duvet back and placed the strip onto themattress. Then she rummaged around in the doll house under the windowand brought out a dressing table which she placed at one end of thestrip. She reached up next to John and took down the wardrobe, placingit open. She came closer and for the next several minutes, we talked openly. In the most charming, mature way, explained to me about sexuality, preferences, gender classification and identities. I’ll be honest – at that time, I didn’t understand all of it. But it was a relief to know that I wasn’t weird or ill or mad. “I know this is too much information and I don’t expect you to understand all of it”, she said. “But know that you can always, always talk to me – whenever you want, and at any time of the.