So the next day Dad when Dad woke he was wearing the panties, stockingsand suspenders he had agreed to wear but was also, unbeknownst to him,wearing m...scara for the first time which he had not agreed to.I had found a white lace corset with suspenders and matching panties,some white stockings with a white lace top and some matching garterswhich made me look something like a bride under my uniform. In a way, Iwas, as I was about to marry my future today but I did not know it yet.As Martha and I. You don't have to be a sissy." I'm okay," I said. "I asked for this. I need this." Keep that in mind," Monica said. "So what are we going to call youwhen you're a girl? Andrea? Angela?"I thought a minute. "I've always imagined myself as an Amy."Monica smiled. "Okay, Amy," she said. "That's what I'll call you. Evenif you go back to pants, you're Amy to me. Deal?"I nodded. She fluffed my hair, as if to test its length. She fingeredmy ears, as if to see how many earrings would fit.She led me back. I began screaming that I wanted my one phone call and how they were all assholes and inbred hillbillies, but before I could say anything else, a deputy came in with a water hose and sprayed us all down through the bars. Now we were all soaking wet and the A/C was on.On one side of the large cell were two doors that led into a couple of smaller cells with steel bunks, but their doors were locked. We were all shivering when two deputies with a mop, and a role of paper towels came in. The older. Hey, Em. Whats up? Bianca sat down with her tray. She ate lightly, two bananas and a salad. Emilia wasnt eating at all that day, better to avoid the urge to stick her hands down her pants in line. She regretted not spending the lunch period in the bathroom. She shrugged at Bianca, who arched her eyebrows. Arent you going to eat? she asked, peeling her first banana. Watching Bianca take that first bite of the phallic fruit made her lips water. Im just a bit distracted today, Emilia told her,.