I knew that I should have asked him for a different blanket, but for some reason I didn’t, a decision that I would really regret later.Trisha tucked...it in at my sides telling me that it would keep me warm then daddy and Trisha lifted me out of the French doors then daddy explained to Trisha how to get the chair up and down steps.It was as daddy left us that I realised that my legs were further apart in the chair than they were on my bed. And as Trisha wheeled me down the drive I noticed the. "Yer just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond.It was the culmination of her efforts, and while her peers were either going into employment or University she longed to be going to "drama school" - an International academy of arts to study acting. Abigail loved acting, and was very good at it, but the audition she gave today could either be the beginning or the end of her dreams.An officious woman strode through the door and bellowed into the room, "Abigail Kennedy. He just went on pulling andpulling the damned thing tighter. Next I felt my arms being pulledhigher in the air so that now I was on the tips of my toes. Thetightening resumed and I had to stop my inarticulate shouting as I beganto gasp for breath. My waist was being pulled in, in and I knew it wassmaller, much smaller though I could not see it. Finally he tied it offand I sensed him move away from me.I felt my face redden, not only from the tightness of the corset, butalso from the humiliation. Then the judge asked another question of the panel. "Have any of you ever wished to be transformed into someone or something else?"Oh shit, I thought again. But I really couldn't believe what I was seeing now. With the exception of me, everyone sitting in the box raised their hands.Some of them wanted to be centaurs.Others had always dreaming of being horses.There was one man, who, as he put it, wanted "more than anything to be a noble jackass."A man and woman in the front row expressed their.