Chapter Three
Monday morning I was beside myself, knowing I’d be going to school dressed as a girl.
“Oh God, Mindy, I don’t think I can do this.”
“Everyone already knows. They’ve seen the dozen or so pictures of you on their phones. Sure, you will take some harassment, but you have no choice at this point. Just don’t let them get to you. After a few days it will be mostly over. You aren’t the first guy to dress this way. This is easy compared to what happens when Mom gets home and sees you. After you’re dressed, I’ll help you with your hair and make-up, and you’ll be fine. Trust me.”
“Make-up?”
“Of course; no girl would go out in public without her make-up. Now let’s get you ready.”
I pulled the tight, stretchy bikinis on and pushed my cage down between my legs as much as possible.
