About 5 minutes into my transformation the first physical signs began to appear. My fingernails began to grow out and I just watched as they grew out ...n inch. I then watched as the transformation continued on my upper body and my head I watched as my hair began to grow out and as it grew it changed color from brown to blonde and grew just past my shoulders. Then my facial hair began to retract into my skin. Then my cheekbones began to shift on my face moving to more feminine areas, my eyes. For some reason, it had never occurred to me, that I would be travelingin a dress. But Mommy was right. No way would anybody suspect or guessthat I was not a real girl. Then Mommy put the fear of God into me.She reminded me that I chose to have the image of a girl versus a sissy.That meant completely cooperating or else. She explained that if Ifailed to be 100% cooperative, she would remove my wig. With my newextreme crewcut, there would be no way for anybody to miss that I was aboy who. She had trouble untying my feet the knots were also pulled tight. When the blood rushed back in the pins and needles really kick in and I rotated them around as the feeling returned.“Are you all right?” “I will be OK Mistress, just a few bruises.” She kissed each wrist ever so softly “Why didn't you tell me this was happening?” She looked truly worried and the look in her eyes made me hers even more. “I really wasn't aware it was this bad, It was all just too good” I kissed her to. And since I was so familiar with the help, I thought why not. “Jen, you’re back again!” Linda greeted. “A little earlier than usual!”“Actually this time I’m here for a haircut!” I smiled back. “Oh, that’s great! Anything in mind?!”“uh yeah” I answered, looking over the hairstyle posters they had on the wall. “That one” I smiled, pointing at the curly waves. “Oooh! I agree! I think it’ll look amazing on you!” she exclaimed. “Come on, lets get you started!”I followed her over to the barber.