Head Games

by Jennifer White

  

I was walking in the mall, shopping for clothes. I was a junior in college, and this year I was renting an apartment instead of staying on campus. I had worked hard all summer, so I had plenty of dough. I had to admit though, that one of the reasons I shopped here at the mall instead of a discount place, was that with all the fashionable stores here, there were always lots and lots of beautiful women. I did some shopping, and admired the view of them.

I looked up, and there was one pretty girl walking right towards me! She was broad shouldered, so I figured she must be an athlete or something. Perhaps on the swim team at school. She had long blonde hair, really big breasts, long legs, and the right outfit to show them off, including these sexy shoes with spike heels. And she was looking at me! She wasn't averting her glance, or turning slightly to go around me. She was walking right up to me! I gaped at this vision of grace and beauty.

She came right up to me and smiled. I froze. I didn't know what to do or say! I was about to introduce myself, when she lifted up her hand. Her fingernails were long ovals, painted a bright red color, with a shiny top coat. She moved her hand towards me, and put it on my cheek. I could feel her fingertips and the ends of her nails touching my face!

Suddenly, my vision became blurry. Everything was a blinding white light, with her face in the center of it. Well, not quite *her* face, but one very similar to it. Beautiful, confident and alluring. The image of the feminine face became larger and larger, like it was getting closer to me. It filled my whole field of vision until I could see nothing but her.

I blinked, and I was looking at the woman in the mall again. What had just happened? She had a knowing smile on her face. She turned and walked away. I wanted to say something, to shout out to her! But I found that I could not speak.

I tried to follow her, but my feet didn't more. It was as if I had lost control of my own body! Maybe I was about to pass out or something. Maybe I was about to faint? I didn't know. But I found myself walking over to a chair by a large plant in the center of the aisle, and sitting down.

"What just happened?" I thought.

And that's when I noticed it. Something in my mind that I would not have believed possible. Something other than me! I was still all there, and I felt the same as I always had. But there was another distinct presence in my mind as well now. And it was feminine.

I could feel it all around me now. It was like it was flowing through me, going down every path of every nerve from my brain, out to my skin, and back. My right leg moved by itself, crossing over the left one as I sat. It wasn't the way I would cross my legs; it was the way a woman would sit. That's when I realized that *she* had taken control of my body.

I tried with all my might to move, as I panicked. But it was no use. Nothing I did or thought had any effect on my body now. Inside, I could feel her beside me and all around me. She was in my mind now, like she was learning everything about me by reading my thoughts. I felt completely naked, not able to even hide my deepest thoughts from her.

"time to do my back to school shopping" rang through my brain. It wasn't my thought! It was hers!

"Who are you?" I said.

"i am *you* now" she replied. "or should i say, you are me?"

"What are you doing?"

"i'm going to make a few changes around here" she said. That scared me.

I felt myself stand up, and start to walk to the south end of the mall. And it wasn't my walk either. I could feel my hips swing as I moved, my feet walking in tight steps, almost as if I was walking a line. And my posture felt strange. I struggled, but it was no use. I had absolutely no control over myself. It was as if I was watching a movie; I saw everything, but could not affect it. Or a passenger in a car, watching the car turn, but not able to step on the brake myself.

She reached the end of the mall, and I was horrified to find myself walking into a lingerie store.

"Hello, I'd like to be fitted for a bra please" I said to the pretty sales girl.

"Excuse me sir?" she said, stunned.

"You heard me. I'd like to be fitted please. I need to buy a bra."

"All right, come with me" she said.

I was dying inside! I was so embarrassed, so ashamed! How could I, a man, ever go into a lingerie store, and ask to get fitted for a bra. But *she* just made me do it. She had acted as if it was a normal every day occurrence.

"Please stop this! You're embarrassing me!" I thought.

"first of all, you are not you anymore. you're me. and i am not embarrassed in the least. secondly, quit your whining! there is nothing you can do or say that will change what i am going to do."

"And what is that?"

"i already told you. i'm going to make a few changes around here."

 

"Sir?" said the salesgirl.

"Oh sorry, I'm ready" I heard myself say. I took off my shirt, and she measured my chest.

"You don't have much of...a cup size" she said, somewhat embarrassed. "We don't carry AAA here, so you might want to look online."

"No, that's not a problem. I'll take something in a C cup" I said. "I'll fill out soon, so I want some room to grow into."

"Come with me. Your size is on this display rack here" said the girl. I started to look through the bras, trying to select one.

 

"Fill out? What, are you crazy?" I said. "I'm a man. Men don't grow breasts."

"you will" she said, as she made me take a couple off the rack.

 

"Where is the fitting room?" I said.

"Over there sir" she replied.

"Thank you!" I said cheerfully, and started my new walk over to the little room. I took off my shirt, and hung it on the hook.

"what an ugly *male* chest. as soon as i get home, all that awful hair has to go!"

"Please stop!" I thought.

She ignored me, and proceeded to put on the bra after adjusting the straps to take my large shoulder size into account. It fit perfectly, except that the cups were empty. I pulled the tag off of the bra I was wearing, put my shirt back on, and went out into the store.

She made me pick out panties, silk stockings, a slip, and a nightie. I went to the front, to pay for it all.

"I liked the red bra so much, I'm wearing it home" I said. "Here's the tag."

"Thank you" said the salesgirl, scanning the barcode into the register.

I strutted out of the store, holding a bag of lingerie, and wearing a bra! I thought I was going to die. And I almost wished that I had. What if someone saw me? With my light colored shirt, you could clearly see underneath that I was wearing a bra!

I walked three stores over, and stopped to look into the window of a shoe store.

"Those are cute!" I said out loud, as my eyes focused on a pair of colorful sandals. I found myself walking inside, and looking around. I (or should I say she!) picked out three pairs; the sandals, a pair of black flats, and a pair of heels. A saleswoman came over.

"Are those for your girlfriend?" she said. "You have good taste."

"No, they're for me. I think I'm a size 12, but you had better measure me to be sure" I said.

She gave me a strange look, but went ahead and measured me. I thought it was strange that I had said 'size 12', because I was a size 10. But when she measured me, it said 12.

"women's shoe sizes are different from men's, stupid" she thought, chastising me. How was I supposed to know? I was just a guy. I didn't shop for women's shoes! And definitely not for me!

 

A few minutes later, she emerged with four boxes of shoes. I tried them on, and walked around the store in them.

"I brought two pair of the Jimmy Choos for you, because they tend to run narrow in this style."

"Thank you!" I said in a tone of voice that was almost 'perky'. I could tell that the timber of my voice was changing just a bit.

I bought all three pair, along with a purse that the woman inside of me insisted was 'cute'. All I knew is that it was small. And you can imagine how embarrassed I was with what she did next: after I paid for the shoes and the purse, I put my wallet inside the purse, instead of in my pants pocket. Then I slung the purse over my shoulder, and headed back out to the mall!

When I headed out the door, I was relieved. We were going home. But I was wrong.

"we're not going home silly! we're just dropping these off at the car, so we can get more! i don't want to carry around all these bags."

"I'm not telling you where I parked" I thought. She just laughed.

"silly boy. i am in your mind now. i know *everything* that you know. there is not one thought in your mind that i cannot access, not one memory that you can block from me."

Sure enough, she knew exactly where the car was. She opened the trunk, and put in the shopping bags. I pulled out the shoe box with the sandals, then opened the car door, and sat down. I took off my sneakers and tossed them into the back seat. Only after I had the sandals on did I, put the keys into the purse, and head back into the mall for round 2.

 

I was being stared at by everyone. A man, wearing women's sandals, with a purse over his shoulder. And if you looked closely, the outline of a bra clearly visible under his shirt. I could see people turning to each other and whispering. I was dying inside, but she seemed to love it.

The next stop of this terrible trip, was a clothes store where I bought skirts, blouses, tank tops, short shorts, and other frilly feminine things I dreaded wearing. I had a whole trunk full of women's clothes and shoes now, as well as accessories.

The final stop on the shopping spree was a 'knick-knac' store, where she made me purchase a whole slew of things. Teddy bears. Dolls in frilly dresses. Scented candles. Dried flowers. Poetry books. Lacy pillow shams. All sorts of junk that I would never have brought into my house. But here I was with two shopping bags full of it.

Next, I went home. I hated how she drove, speeding up, then slamming on the breaks. I was terrified of her driving too, but there was nothing I could do about it. She was completely in control of my body, and I could only watch and fear.

At the corner by my house, she stopped at the drug store, and bought a pile of feminine care products, makeup, and more. I was aghast, because they knew me there! Everyone gave me strange looks. I could have died from embarrassment.

Once I arrived at my house, I unloaded all of the shopping bags. She then made me sit down at my computer desk, and log on. I tried not to let her see my password, but she had full access to all of my thoughts, and there was nothing I could do to hide it from her. I was weak and naked before her.

She went to an online clothing store, and bought a whole load of clothes. Then VictoriasSecret.com for more bras and panties. Then an online shoe store. And cosmetics. And books. And more! Then she went to an online store to order a wig.

"do you want to be a blonde, or a redhead?" she said to me.

"Neither! I want to be me!" I replied.

"ok, blonde it is!" she said.

"No!"

"oh quit your whining" she said.

"Why didn't you just do all the shopping from here? Why did you have to embarrass me by doing all that shopping in public?"

"well, first of all, it takes 3 to 7 days for delivery. i didn't want to go around dressed like a *man* for all that time. i wanted to get a head start. and secondly, what *you* want doesn't matter anymore, does it? no. only what *i* wants matters. you had better get used to it."

As she said this, she went to another web site and ordered two tubes of 'breast cream' which was guaranteed to add 2 inches and one cup size to any chest. I was beyond upset.

 

Next, she went to the kitchen cabinet, and pulled out a box of trash bags. I watched helplessly as I walked into my bedroom, and opened the closet. She made me take all of my clothes off the hangers, and put the clothes into trash bags.

"this would make a good night shirt" she said, saving one of my t-shirts. Other than that, every piece of clothes in the closet went into the trash bags.

"Why are you throwing it all out?" I said.

"i'm not throwing it out, i'm giving it to the poor."

She then emptied my dresser drawers as well. There were 10 bags full of my clothes and shoes, which I then carried into the living room. Now I took the bags and bags from the shopping excursion, and brought them into my bedroom. Item by item, I carefully removed the tags, and put the items into the proper place. Instead of my boxers, I now had silky panties. By drawer for undershirts was now full of bras. My sock drawer had pantyhose. And my closet was full of skirts and blouses.

It dawned on me that I had no male clothes left! I would be wearing women's clothes, because there was no choice but to do so. She had completely feminized my wardrobe.

 

She started to throw out things I had around the house, and replace them with the knick-knacs she had made me purchase. In the bedroom, she really upset me. She took my baseballs, and threw them in the trash.

"Hey, that's a ball I caught at the Cub's game! Its valuable."

"not to a girl" she said, tossing it into the bag.

Next, she took my signed Blackhawks poster, crumpled it up, and tossed it.

"That's worth money!" I said. "And it has sentimental value!"

"you men are so obsessed with sports" she said. "but you're not a man anymore, remember? you're me now."

She threw out my collection of sports books! She threw out my baseball cards! She threw out my trophies from little league! And my hockey trophies. She replaced them with a little vase with dried flowers, a wooden sign with a smiling picture of the sun, and a cutesy saying about friends. And a doll in a pink and white dress.

It made me cringe. I actually felt something in my crotch, like I had been kicked there or something. She wasn't challenging my manhood; she was stripping it away! I felt so threatened, and I was just bursting with anger. But the worst thing was how there was nothing I could do about it.

As she put the lacy shams on my pillows, and placed a tray on the dresser, then arranged bottles perfume and tubes of cream on it, I would have started crying if I had any control over my body.

 

But if I thought that I had reached bottom, it wasn't even close yet. She was just getting going. Because the next thing I did was to strip naked. The last thing I took off was my bra.

"i can't wait until these are full" she said, cupping her hands over the bra, as if I had big breasts.

I strutted into the bathroom, and turned the shower on. I took a long hard shower, then picked up the pink razor I had bought at the drug store. I started at my ankles, and shaved my legs. Then my chest. Then my arms. Then my underarms. I looked at all the hair down in the drain. I had no body hair now.

I got out of the shower, dried off, and applied a scented cream all over my body. Then I wrapped a towel around myself, and went to my bedroom. I sat down, and used a mirror I had bought at the drug store, and started to pluck my eyebrows. I hated what it did to my face! I hated everything that was happening to me.

But the more I seethed with hate, the more she seemed to love it. She went to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of silky panties. I put them on, followed by pantyhose. After the bra was back on, I stuffed it full of tissues. Then I walked over to my computer.

I felt so strange now, with smooth skin, and with a bra stuffed full. The cups jutted out in front of me, pointing ahead. It felt so alien to me, but also so threatening. It was a visible sign of femininity. I loved the look of big breasts on a woman. Now I felt like *I* had them. And I was completely overwhelmed with the feelings.

She went to a web site where they sold fake breasts for women who had theirs removed in surgery. She ordered a pair of the latest high-tech ones, with realistic looking nipples.

"you won't need these for too long" she said. "soon, you'll have real ones."

Next, she went to a medical supply web site. She expertly navigated around, and in just minutes, she had ordered a six month supply of birth control pills, and estrogen pills.

"i hate having all this testosterone floating around" she said. "you'll love it when you start taking the estrogen pills, and the hormones start to alter your body."

"Why are you doing this?" I said weakly.

"so that i can turn you into a girl" she said.

 

I put on a blouse and a skirt, then the Jimmy Choo shoes. I put on makeup, and did my nails. I loaded all of the male clothes into my car, and drove to a homeless shelter, where I dropped them all off. Then I went home, and took out all the trash to the curb. I looked at the house, and put my hands on my hips. I sensed a feeling of satisfaction from all the hard work.

You can't imagine how terrifying it was for *her* to be feeling something, and for *me* to feel it too. I was feeling her feelings! With all of the terrible things she had done to me all day, this might have been the worst yet. How could I feel satisfied that I had just changed my life forever by making sure that I would only dress as a woman from now on, and had started to redecorate my house in a feminine style.

I was almost resigned to failure as she continued to lay out the other knick-knacs around the house, tossing out valued treasures I had collected over the years. She threw out my copies of Sports Illustrated and Playboy, putting out copies of Glamour, Cosmo, and Play*girl* instead.

I felt tired, and she must have too, because I sat down. I picked up the Playgirl magazine, crossed my legs, and started to read. I tried to avert my eyes, but she controlled them, and I was forced to stare at the pictures of naked men.

"he's cute, isn't he?" she said.

"No!" I replied.

"yes he is! just look at him. he's big down there."

"Stop!" I said.

"you are just so annoying. you need to learn to just relax and enjoy" she said.

"I'll never enjoy this! Stop it! Get out of my mind!"

"i warned you" she said in a harsher tone of voice then I had heard her use yet. "you are bothering me when i'm trying to relax."

"And you're bothering me!" I said defensively.

Something about her tone of voice changed now.

"he's cute, isn't he?" she said. Her voice had *such* a tone of authority. It was such a powerful thought, that it seemed to echo in my head.

"He's cute, isn't he?" I thought.

I recoiled in horror, in my mind. She had made me think one of her thoughts! The realization that she was powerful enough to do that sent shock waves throughout my system. She wasn't just controlling my body, she could actually bend my will to hers, and control my thoughts.

At that moment, I looked at the picture, and I really did think that he was cute! I looked between his legs eagerly now. And I felt a slight twinge between my own legs. I was excited about seeing the picture. I wanted to feel him, penetrating inside me. In my pussy. I wanted to be on my back, with my legs in the air, with him on top of me. My desires had become hers. Part of me was gone, replaced by a part of her.

"its not so bad" she said. "in time, you'll come to think the way i do about *everything*."

I really did want to die, as I put on my new nightie and crawled into bed.

* * *

 

It didn't really surprise me that at night, I dreamed her dreams. Instead of my normal dreams where I did things like play sports, or fly through the air, I dreamed of laying in a meadow, reading poetry, with birds flying around, and pretty flowers. I dreamed I had a fully female body. I was a real woman in the dream. And when I woke up, it was one of those dreams where you could clearly remember it, including how you felt.

The bottom line was: I was dreaming *her* dreams. I was stuck in a living nightmare.

 

I got up, showered, and shaved (my face).

"i'll have to go to a dermatologist to get laser hair removal treatments. i would hate to have to do this every day. keeping my legs free from hair is bad enough!" she said.

Next, I got dressed up in a skirt and tank top. I stuffed my bra full of tissues again. Then it was makeup time. And she redid my hair, making it look as feminine as she could manage. I dreaded having the wig arrive in the mail.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a lot different. Not quite pretty, not quite beautiful, but not manly anymore. I was starting to really look like a woman. If someone who didn't know me saw me for the first time, they might think I was an ugly chick. And for those who did know me, they might not recognize me at first glance now. They might think they were seeing my sister. But it was me.

I went out shopping again, buying more things to redecorate the house. And I went to the local greenhouse to buy plants for the yard. I worked hard all day redecorating. But with each 'improvement' to my house, she was replacing something of mine with something feminine. It was as if she was erasing me little by little, and replacing me with someone else. Her.

 

That afternoon, I was tired, so I took a break to watch the latest Hollywood gossip on E!. The doorbell rang, and I answered it. It was the FedEx man, dropping off a couple of packages. I signed for them, and took them into the living room, where I opened them. She was very eager to get the boxes opened.

The first one contained my fake breasts. Holding them in my hands, they seemed almost real. I almost ran to the bedroom, so eager was she to put them in. The tissues were thrown into the garbage can. I wouldn't be needing them anymore. She placed the fake breasts into the cups of my bra, and I looked in the mirror.

Wow! They looked so real! It was as if I really had breasts! I could not believe it. How could this be true? I had to remind myself that they were only silicon gel falsies. But to see myself with breasts was a shock. And I realized that if she followed through with her plan, one day I would have them, for real.

I went back into the other room, and felt them bounce a little and jiggle as I moved. They didn't compress like the tissues did, so my bra cups were completely full now, and even stretching a bit to hold them in. And they weighed a realistic amount, which combined with the stretching, caused the straps to dig into my shoulder a bit. It was quite discomforting to feel the pull of breasts in a bra on my shoulder!

The other box contained three bottles of pills, and three discs dispensers for pills as well. My female hormones had arrived.

"oh, thank goodness. i can't wait to feel estrogen in my veins again" she said. I took three of the white oval pills, then three of the birth control pills at once.

"when a woman gets pregnant, her body starts to change in preparation for the baby. her boobs swell up, as they prepare to make milk for the baby. her brain chemistry changes too. all due to the hormones, which are in these pills. and now, they're entering your blood stream. along with the female sex hormone estrogen. it is what makes your boobs grow, gives you curves, softens your skin, and many other effects. like your brain chemistry. can't you just feel it sweeping through you now? your cells are so thirsty for it, and want to drink it all in, so they can start to express their female functions, locked in your dna. yes, your cells female genetic functions are being turned on now. your physical changes have begun."

By now, I was pretty much resigned to my fate. I knew there was nothing I could do, and the introduction of female hormones to my body was just one more little loss of my inner self. One more thing that defined me, which she was altering. Again, if I could have cried, I would have.

"don't feel sad! this is the happiest day of your life!" she said.

"This is the worst day of my life" I replied.

She didn't seem to agree. I walked over to the table, opened up Glamour magazine to a spread with a pretty model showing off the latest in swim wear fashion.

"what do you think of her boobs?" she said.

"They're pretty" I replied.

"what do you want to do with them?" she asked.

"Touch them. Feel them. Lick them" I said. I couldn't hide anything from her, so I might as well state the truth.

"no you don't" she said.

"I don't?"

"no, you want to *have* them. you wish your boobs were big, firm and full like hers. you wish that your chest looked like hers."

"Are you crazy?" I said.

"look again. tell me what you think of her" she said smugly.

"Like I said before, her boobs are pretty. And I wish that mine were just like hers."

"see?" she said.

"What?"

"you just said you wished you had boobs like hers."

She was right. I had said that. Why in the world would I want boobs like hers? I looked at her picture again. Her arms were squeezing them together, making them appear even fuller, and enhancing the look of cleavage. I imagined my boobs being that big and wonderful too. I imagined my baby suckling them, getting it's nourishment from me.

"you want to be a mommy? already?" she said.

"Of course I do" I replied. "It has always been my dream."

Sometimes she made no sense to me. Why would she ask me such a dumb question?

 

I was well rested, so I washed up, fixed my makeup, and headed out to dinner. I went to a trendy restaurant where they had good low carb dinners, a great wine list, and a bar where lots of people would hang out. After my delicious meal, I headed to the bar for a chocolate martini.

I looked around at all of the men and women, sitting together, talking. I felt jealous, since I was here alone.

"don't you think he's cute?" she said, as I saw a guy, sitting alone at a table, reading a book.

"Yes, but he'd never like me. I'm too ugly."

"come one girl, you need some confidence!" she said. "you are dressed up all sexy, you have wonderful long legs, and your boobs are good enough to fake out anyone. just go talk to him."

I found myself walking over, and sitting down.

"Is that a good book?" I said.

"Oh yes" he replied. It was the start of a two hour conversation where we talked, joked, and flirted. At the end of the night, he asked for my number! My heart pounded as I wrote it on a napkin, along with my name, Pauline.

"Thanks Pauline, I had a wonderful time" he said.

"Me too" I replied.

"I'll call."

"Make sure you do."

 

I was giddy as I walked home.

"He really liked me!" I said.

"yes he did. he was a hottie. we're going to bag him" she said.

"Oh yes!" I replied. I was in total agreement with her. I wondered why I had been so upset with her before. We agreed on everything, and even though she was a different person, in the same space as me, it was like we were sisters. Sometimes, it was hard to tell where she started, and where I left off. We just had that sort of special closeness.

 

When I got home, I looked around the house for something to do. I didn't feel like going to bed yet, and housework seemed like something important at the moment. I went into the study, and looked at the framed pictures on the wall.

"Who are those people?" I said.

"the man who used to live here had pictures of his parents on the wall" she replied.

"I kind of hate to throw them away" I said.

"yes, but he left them behind, didn't he? just save the frames. you'll have some new pictures soon, to put up there."

"Good idea" I replied.

i took down all of the pictures, and put them in the trash, saving only the frames. One of the pictures looked somewhat familiar.

"Who is that boy?" i asked her.

"oh, he is the son of those parents in the other picture. i think that is from little league."

"i have baseball!" i said. "Its so slow and boring."

"amen, sister!" she replied.

i continued to clean up the study. There were so many boring books on sports and stuff. i would go to amazon.com tomorrow, and order some good romance novels, jane austin, and other books which were more fun to read. why would i want all those boring books?

 

i took off my makeup, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. i hated it when i had to take off my fake boobs. i hoped the breast cream would arrive soon, because i couldn't bear not having boobs on my chest. i felt so naked without them!

i put on my pretty nightie, and went to sleep.

* * *

 

i woke up refreshed. i had such wonderful dreams, all night long. i showered, shaved (hated it!), and got dressed. i was eating breakfast when the ups man arrived, in his cute brown shorts. he had three packages for me! i was so excited as i opened them up.

some of the clothes i had ordered arrived, and i just had to get into the bright sun dress. it was so cool and light! i love it.

the second box was my bras and panties, which i immediately put away in my dresser. then i opened the third box. my wig! i hated this short hair, and couldn't wait for it to grow out. but until then, here was a wonderful blonde wig for me to wear. i had always wanted to be a blonde, ever since i was a little girl. now i could be. i felt so free when i put it on, and felt the long strands of hair fall all over my face, and down my neck, below my shoulders. i felt so pretty! it was wonderful.

 

my thoughts were interrupted by the phone rudely ringing. i picked it up, but i was very pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be the guy from the bar last night! we talked for twenty minutes, and agreed to meet for dinner. i felt my crotch jump as i talked to him. oh how i wanted him! i knew i was falling in love. i could see his face when i closed my eyes. i just wanted to be near him!

and all day long, it was the same. i knew that a girl isn't supposed to go head over heels for a guy she just met, but somehow my heart melted when i thought of him. i *needed* him, and had to have him!

i decided that since we were going out to somewhere formal for dinner, i needed a new outfit. i went to the mall to shop for a black dress. but the jewelry stand caught my attention. twenty minutes later, i was sporting a necklace, and diamond earrings.

i started to walk towards the dress store, when i saw a young man just standing there. he was staring at my boobs, like most men did. i had a feeling of total inner satisfaction at that moment.

i heard a voice in my head say "my work here is done", but it wasn't my voice.

for some reason, i put my hand on the young man's cheek, and closed my eyes. everything went blurry for a moment, and there was a flash of blinding light. i suddenly felt a loneliness, like part of me was gone. but when i looked up and saw the dress store, i knew i had to get in there right away to find the perfect outfit for tonight. i couldn't let anything spoil it.

i looked back over my shoulder, and saw the young man walk over to a bench and sit down. i thought it was funny how he had such a feminine walk. he must be a sissy i decided. but not time to worry about that. i had a hot date, and i had a dress to find. i walked into the store, and began my quest for just the right dress.

  

  

  

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