He only possessed one pair ofslacks, if he was dressing up then dressing up in trousers had neverappealed to him much.He realised that when he added h...is sweaters they were going to fill upthe case. But once again each and every one he placed on top of thedresses, skirts and coats brought back memories that he knew wereprecious for him. The white V-neck, oh my, over that bra that gave himjust about enough cleverage to make it almost believable. Sarah withher arm around him and her hand. Perez tossed the wadded ball of paper into the trash next to her desk, then looked up at the pair. “Ron, Theresa, please try to keep in mind that this is student government, not student gossip. I’m not one of your peers, and I’m not particularly interested in who is dating who or who wears what eyeliner.” She looked over to the other side of the room. “Alaina, I think it’s safe to say that we’re all here. What items do we have to discuss?”Ms. Perez, you’re the best. “I have a few things. The. He felt his trousers crawling back up his legs, although they took on adifferent texture, thinned, became almost see-through as they reachedhis crotch, clinging to his new unmentionables. His jacket grew tighterat the waist, a thing he hadn't had except as a technicality for aslong as he could remember, before splitting into two separate parts.That lower part, at least, retained its old texture and trimmings,forming into a red skirt with white fur trim, so short that if he'dstill had his old. Stan turned and eyed the spot where the door had been warily, but turned towards the mirror lined corridor. Walking past the mirrors, he saw at first only what you would expect. Mirrors that made him fat, tall, short, thin, and everything of that sort. As he continued, the effects got better and better.There were mirrors that showed him as an old man, a young girl, an Asian woman. The effects were incredible. Stan didn't know how it all worked. He usually could get a sense of how things worked,.