A knock at the door suddenly awoke Pyrrha from her daydream, causing her to be confused on what she was dreaming about. Now ever since she developed a... crush on the blonde boy, Pyrrha like all teenage girls daydream about her wedding, but for some reason Jaune was wearing the dress, and this wasn't the first time something like that happened. Ever since Jaune showed up in a dress at the Beacon dance, Pyrrha was having dreams about Jaune wearing girls' clothing, like one time she dreamt about. Susse, watchher play on the swings, help her with a puzzle, or have herhelp me make some cookies. Of course she could lick thebowl.There are other issues as well. It is the fact that evenwith HRT and SRS it is only the best that modern medicinecan do. Even then I am still not genetically female. Thereis no way I will ever give birth. The view in the mirror isstill too masculine. I don?t know if I could ever get ridor my beard or the rug that covers my body. I am too tall.My voice is too deep.. I was a person who demanded respect.Now I'm just a little school girl, no longer a landscape architect.The woman held my hand so tight, I knew I couldn't get away. I used myfree hand to flick some hair out of my sight, much to my own dismay."Lady please let me go. This is all a big mistake," I pleaded with thewoman. She told me to keep quiet, or she would give me a spanking fordoing what I was doing.The announcement continued unabated, that I cannot deny. I tried notto hear, "We heard a. A tone that dripped of dread. Julia moved to the side of the foyer to one of the mirrored walls. The door she swung open was invisible to those who didn't know it existed. She disappeared in through it and re-emerged a few minutes later pulling a stainless steel medical like trolley. On the top platform, laid out side by side like thick gelatine sausages were three organic like objects, each around six inches long. Slick, thick, and yet at the same time transparent. It was easy to apply the.