You know, starting at Soprano for the highest pitched voices andgoing down through the Mezzo Soprano, Contralto, Tenor, Countertenor,Bass and Baritone... - with most of the girls being in the first three andthe boys in the last four. Gosh, I'd hate to think what a girl Baritonewould look like - a gorilla in a skirt? Just kidding. So anyway, whenthe director evaluated us and placed us in groups, guess where he had me- in the Contraltos. Man, that was embarrassing to be the only boyContralto but at. She then told me that I had better be careful because I would be in a lot of trouble if I came before being told.She then took me to her suitcase and pulled out some clothes and a wig. She had me sit down and she plucked my eyebrows and she shaved my face once more. She then dressed me in some clothes that belonged to her girlfriend who is almost 6' tall. She expertly put on my mini skirt, a bra with silicone breasts in it, a slinky blouse and a scarf to hide my Adams apple.Just then there was. I may get mine done. Do you mind if I touch it, just to see what it feels like?”She said this with a shy little smile and reached out her hand.My heart began to beat faster. This was it; she was going to touch me.“Sure; of course,” I said, trying not to sound too eager.Emma put her fingers on my plump, bare mound and stroked it gently.“Ooo, it does feel nice: so smooth and warm,” she said, pressing her fingers into the soft pliant flesh and kneading it gently.I couldn’t help letting out a. Hey, you wanna hang after my soccer practice? It’ll be fun like old times!” All I could say was “for sure, I’m there” and we departed to our next periods. I had to run to the private bathroom for the special needs kids and cry. Once, long ago, he used to ask me to come to his soccer practices. After I came out officially as “bi” he the invitations stopped and I noticed he only asked girls he was interested in to go. P.E. is my last class of the day. I was late to the locker room because of my.