Finally, I began to get a glimmer of what was bothering her. She began to think about the specifics of her problem. Someone, she didn't know who, was ...hreatening to go to the school board with proof that she was a lesbian. I had no idea what a "lesbian" was, but I intended to find out. Obviously, being a "lesbian" was something bad, but I had no idea how bad.This person, she thought of him as a "blackmailer," was not specific with his demands, but Miss Archer was very frightened. She had little. The situation had demanded more attention to sleep instead of food.I stopped at a small food market and purchased two bottles of my favorite Chianti knowing the likelihood of find it in any restaurant was slim to none. Besides, most places didn't care if you brought your own poison providing you paid the glass fee to dispense it. I found it most reassuring to have my own booze instead of chancing some inferior blend in an already opened bottle.I had the Calamari and pasta with rolls of the. The problem was — my problem was — I found myself attracted to Teddy Seville, and that was new for me. I'd never found myself attracted to a girl before. I had expected smooth sailing during my time at Bret Hart High, but this revelation had definitely disturbed the waters.I had discovered that I could be physically attracted to the opposite sex when I was eleven. I'd met a couple boys in the intervening years who I had felt that attraction to, and had adjusted to this new aspect of growing up,. ..ohh mygodddd and I almost blacked out.My apologies to those of you who thought that chapter 7 was the end. WhenI first wrote this story I wanted to change Richie physically as well asmentally, I felt it was the only possible conclusion. So I thought thatit would be exciting to dabble at enforced sex change as well as enforcedfeminisation.Of course having changed his sex against his will, the only otherexciting outcome, apart from being taken sexually by the dominantlesbians who now possessed.