They each get a generous tip if nobody hurts you and you get what you want. Now, back into the tub; I'm sure several of these gentlemen are in need of...some relief."As she scurried back into the bathroom she turned to me and asked, "Are you going to participate, too?" No, but I'm going to sit here on the toilet until things get going to make sure everything goes well."Her demeanor suddenly became more serious as she knelt in the tub. "Two at a time; let's get started," she said. I waved at the. It had a loosefitting waist that flared out to the right and accentuated the tightnessof the jeans. He felt better when Clara carefully pulled a knitted snoodscarf over his head. It helped cover up his exposed neck a bit.Clara dug through a pile of shoes, but finally settled on a pair ofsuede and leather platform ankle boots with a three and a half inchheel. He stepped into them as she held them out and was glad he'd beenpracticing with heels. She pulled the cuff of his jeans over the bootsto. Our district and school board are maybe a littleconservative, not as liberal as in the city. I can't allow you to usethe boys' locker-rooms and boys' bathrooms. I understand you don't wantto be with other girls. We have two gender-neutral bathrooms, one oneach floor. For the gym, you'll change in the coach's office. We haveanother two transgendered students here and they follow the same rules."That was it. I was a boy because I was a boy. At the same time, I wasthe girl pretending to be a. "What are you talking about?" You must dress," insists Louise.I open my mouth to protest, but realise there's little to be gained byarguing with her. Besides, if I make a break for it I won't get very far injust a pair of knickers.Donna is standing outside the door to my room, like some hideous parody ofa serving girl. She invites me to sit on the bed while she puts together myoutfit."You're wasting your time," I tell her as she lifts my left foot and slidesit inside the first of the stockings.