So it seems," Mrs. Jennings agreed. She reached down and tossed me a pair of panties off the bed. "Here, put these on so my daughter doesn't have to keep viewing your behind." I held the panties in my hands. They were white, soft, and felt cold. Running down both sides were lace roses embroidered into the silk material. Everything was going great until my senior year when all hell broke loose. As usual, I'd dressed in my Peter Pan play costume, I was Peter Pan. I enjoyed wearing the green tights, tunic and elf slippers as this was one of the very few boy's costume that looked like a girl's costume. In fact, many thought that I was playing Tinkerbelle, but Cindy Lou Barrett was and Reg was Captain Hook.

I don't know, I kind of like you. I'm not in love with you or anything, but I always thought you were a nice, sensitive guy. Now I understand why." She paused for a moment. "Despite what my mom might be feeling, I've found dressing you up kind of fun. Maybe next time I'll dress you as my little sister." Mean," Mrs. Jennings lectured bitterly. "Should I be 'happy' that some stranger was going through my underwear and trying them on? Do you think I should be more understanding of your needs because you're only 15? What about my rights and my needs? The only reason why you're sorry is because you got caught. If I had my way I would've turned you over to the police, and let them and your parents handle this, but my daughter convinced me not. Mean? Turning you in would be 'mean'. Not only would you have to face your parents, but you would have a record for the rest of your life. How does time in a juvenile detention center sound, mister? How does all your classmates knowing about your little secret grab you? You haven't seen me be mean yet, young lady!"This discussion should be started at a time where you are both free for a few hours and can talk about all of the details and ins and outs. You don’t want to rush this discussion with him. As far as I was concerned, I was beginning to look darned feminine to go along with all my girlish chores. I didn’t mind helping Aunt Rose out but these feelings I was having were most peculiar. I believe I was becoming accustomed to the gentler side of life and continued handling of Aunt Rose’s lingerie was having a peculiar effect on me, like, I actually caught myself wondering what it felt like to wear something so soft and silky. I noticed I wasn’t complaining about stuff any more like I did when I first came there. I just sort of accepted things now as they were. It seems Sarah had her own fantasies about boys in dresses, and came to me with an offer I couldn't refuse. When Mrs. Jennings discovered what was going on she really hit the roof, but that's another story to be told. The two girls were dancing around the kitchen while cooking breakfast, drinking mimosas, and singing along to some girly music. Maybe it was Miley Cyrus, who knows? I noticed Molly had cleaned her face but she was still in her underwear. Leanne was fully dressed, fully made-up, and was wearing glasses and an American flag bandana in her hair, a look that she knew I really liked. “Hey, so I hear you’re interviewing with Chrissy today!” shouts Leanne from across the room. “Well I’m interviewing to be a bartender at Cloud Nine (a local dive bar) in a few hours. I don’t know who Chrissy is.” I said. Leanne goes, “She’s my mom’s friend. She’s also the manager who you’ll be interviewing with today. We love her!” Molly agrees, “Yeah she’s the best. And, she’ll probably like you since you skate and have tattoos.” Leanne interrupts, “She loves skateboarders for sure. But she also weirdly has a thing for guys that can be dressed up into passable crossdressers. Have you ever noticed how many transsexual women work behind the bar? She loves them. I bet if you ever get her into the bedroom with her, she’ll try to dress you up and do your makeup. After shaving your face and legs, of course.” Mrs. Jennings angrily grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "Fun? You think we're doing this for 'our' fun? This is your fantasy young lady, not ours. It was you who wanted to wear my wedding dress; we had nothing to do with your decision. My daughter and I are only trying to make your dream come true. If you don't like the way it's turning out, don't blame us for that."

Hi Jim," she smiled in a way that made me uneasy. I could almost sense I was in trouble. If she hadn't grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, I may have turned and left. "Mom, Jim's here," she called out. Typing at my computer keyboard and using the touch screen of my iPhone with long fingernails takes some getting used to.

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And I had to go through with the gender reassignment or else be transferred to a man’s prison where a small man with large breasts wouldn’t last long. So, in addition to my boobs, I had to submit to having my most intimate bits converted into the female equivalent so that I became a woman complete. I also changed my name to Isobel to fit my new gender. Here is a fix I found that seemed to take care of the problem: Go to Settings > General > Restrictions and make sure Allow: Camera is on. Good," Mrs. Jennings smiled. Then she grabbed my chin and in a firmer tone said, "I hope you've learned your lesson, Jim. If I catch you wearing my stuff again I'll try more extreme measures. Now go home and don't let me catch you doing this again." Stand there and be admired, young lady. And don't forget to smile." Mrs. Jennings positioned me in bay window area, and I looked out at the busy street. Several women walked by and smiled at me. A couple of women waiting at the traffic light noticed me as well. The passenger nudged the driver, and both took a good, long look at me. I fought them as best I could, but I got brained and cut several times before Reg and our parents crashed through the door before I passed out.