“How short?” I pushed on.“Why?”“Because…I just want to know,” I could see she was smiling at me so I knew she wasn’t annoyed at my que...stions.“It’s about…knee length,” she said.“Oh,” I mumbled.“You sound disappointed.”“I was hoping you’d have like a proper uniform, like the girls do, a white shirt…black shoes and a nice black or grey pleated skirt…the shorter the better,” I said with a wink. Sally threw her head back and laughed.“Ohhh I see, you want me dressed up like a school girl,” she still. "I think I can even see your red panties." "Oh, no you can't. Let me see." Hina grabbed the paper from Amanda, "Well, maybe a little." "That's it for you now," Amanda teased, "Every team will want you to show up to their games in a tiny dress, flashing your panties and blowing kisses." "I should probably charge for that." "I'm sure you'd make quite a lot. I'm still sleepy. We got up way too early this morning." "Yes, and my pussy is sore." "I bet it is, after what happened to you last. Someone who was over promoted and was probably shunted to a department where they thought he could do little damage. They were wrong.“I have been in this cell for two weeks. How would I know what is going on outside of my cell? No windows, no TV, no paper, no books. Just me and my pillow.”“Bullshit. If you didn’t know an outbreak was going to happen, then why did you say what you said to the guard?”“One-year anniversary of the Weapons. Did you forget? Did something happen?”“You sit there while. Those are the thingsthat interest me, not the dumb stuff I'm supposed to like.Santa, why did I have to be born a boy? Why wasn't I born a girlinstead? I'd ask God about that, but since he's the one who made me thisway in the first place, I guess he must have really wanted me to be a boy- even though I don't think I want that at all. I'd much rather be agirl! And so there's only you to tell this to because Mom and Dad won'teven discuss it with me. And I guess it's worse because you don't.