...atthat moment, seriously from that moment, I've never wanted to wear men'spants again.I stared at myself turning back and forth in the mirror, marv...eling at theleg and butt-enhancing properties of the jeans but more so at how theymade me feel. These are trisha's jeans; they are made for her, for me.They make it real in a different way than the slutty playtime clothesthat I had brought to the hotel.This was something more frightening to me: 'everyday' clothes, which feltlike a new level of. "I followed Dr. Martin to his office, stripped, and handed him my clothes. As I walked down the hallway towards English class, a girl I didn't recognized glowered at me."I think you're despicable," she hissed, "flaunting your perversion all over school like that. As soon as my parents let me, I'm transferring to Reverend Neale's school."I smiled at her and kept walking. "Maybe these protests aren't such a bad thing after all; they might get rid of all the jerks around here." I thought to. Hewas also wearing a wig, with a long blonde hairstyle flowing to hisshoulders. Party in the back. He also had a guitar slung behind his back."Great does good work. What's the time, are we ready to go?" Eager to get there, little miss?" Greta asked."Eager to get it over with," I told her. "I look amazing, and physicallyeverything is comfortable, but this is all a little much. It almost makesme believe in magic and that Mike's little comfort spell earlier actuallydid something." You'll be fine,. Caked on your lips."She quickly jumped up from the table and hurried into the downstairs bathroom. Returning, she was nervous... not used to lying."I think that was powder from a doughnut. Silly me..."Her entire life was based on truth. She had said to me many times; "I will never lie to you Sarah." Well, she couldn't say that any more.But... looking at her, I could feel that familiar sexual arousal in me. It made me feel dirty and ashamed, and feeling dirty, shameful, aroused me all the more.I.