A sissy though? Claire sometimes calls me that, and I've seen the word online here and there when I've been looking up gender transformation. I'm not ...a sissy though, sissies are like, slutty transgender girls. I'm just a guy who's accidentally been turned into a girl with a formula that makes me...horny."What? No, creep, I don't know what you're talking about. I've just been skipping this class." Maybe that will keep him at bay, I need to look out for him, he may be dangerous.He turns around,. But at least it was going to start. It was the start of new friendships that became, as we’ll see, my love life.We took a circuitous route towards the dozy puffs of white tobacco smoke wafting around the corner of the community centre. There, in the narrow piece of shrubland we knew teenagers were hanging out. Some might be friends, some might be friendly, some might pick on us.Once we were level with the back wall and could see what was waiting behind it we saw that they were mostly younger. " Word is wrong," I said, but I thought, Word is you're gonna have anAdam's apple as big as a golf ball by this time next year."You didn't break up?" I was never WITH HIM!" I said, the last part coming out as a shriek. Ilowered my head and whispered, "Leave me the fuck alone, dude. What areyou even doing here?" I got a hall pass," he said, and held up the laminated yellow card thatsaid simply, "HALL PASS" in all caps. Someone had tried to use a blueball-point pen to turn the "a" in "hall". Patty ordered the grilled turbot with white wine and butter sauce. Lady Jane had ordered a pogacsa from a street vendor in Budapest and wasn't quite hungry yet. She requested that the waiter bring her some sliced bread and a whole cucumber so that she could make cucumber sandwiches later in their room. She ordered a glass of Merlot and casually sipped it. Patty always deferred to Jane's taste in wine and she seemed to relish her own drink.Jane wanted to stare into Patty's green eyes, but.