I would like you to try something for me. Can you hold me tight with you front legs and sit back?” He did exactly that and I tried to provide a litt...e support with my legs and knees. “Beautiful. You’re so strong. Okay, now still holding me tight to you, can you roll onto your side? Maybe then we can go to sleep while we’re still tied.” He hesitated, started to move and hesitated, again. “It’s okay. Just try. It might hurt me a little but then we can get our position adjusted.” He decisively. Sliding my panties backinto place, I felt drained, numb. My former panic hadsubsided into vacant shock. Something impossible hadhappened, something devoid of rational explanation. Ishould have been devastated, hysterical, yet all I felt wasa listless torpor, bordering on indifference. Ten minutesago, I'd been a boy. Now, in violation of all logic, I wasa girl.(and your point is...)Perhaps I was simply thunderstruck - incapable ofexpressing any emotion. This was a revelation beyond allsanity,. Before getting inside the coupe, he waited a while, moved towards the entry gate beside last coupe, where I was hiding, and locked the door from inside. I don’t know whether he saw me or not, but I was trapped, nowhere to go, not to my coupe either. So had to wait there, until the train stops at any station or someone opens the gate from inside. I kept on peeing from the glass window in the door but there was no movement in the gallery.After 30 minutes the coupe door opened in which the first. I hadn't even been in front of a camerayet and already I had to watch my figure, this modeling stuff wasgetting to be less and less fun before I even started!About halfway through my meal I realized that I had a problem, I was inserious need of using the bathroom! I quietly explained my predicamentto mom who excused herself and accompanied me to the ladies room.Chuckling softly mom said that she remembered how when I was about fiveyears old I insisted that I was a big boy and refused to go.