Bizarrely, I wanted Bethany back. She was horrible, but at least she was familiar. I'd seen her face before. I stepped a half step into the lunch room and looked around. There were like a hundred girls sitting at a handful of tables, eating and talking. I'd never seen so many t-girls in one place. They ran the gamut from gorgeous girls who could pass as super models, to girls who were barely more than cross dressers. But I was surprised that most just looked like girls, like me. You'd never think we were t-girls. And there bunches of them.
A couple of girls turned and looked at me, but most didn't seem to take any notice. There was still a line for food, so I fell in. The girl in front of me looked back at me, but didn't seem to care, then looked forward. I waited for a long while, the li
