I'm like on a quest: I had to do something brave."The green shorts' crotch wasn't cut for a boy's.He stepped in front of the mirror on the inside of t...he closet door. "The only thing I could think of was using the fairy dust to wish people accepted I was a boy in girls' clothes."He studied his reflection in the mirror. The shorts only covered a fourth of the thigh. He put his hands down where there should be hips; he tried not to sigh."The first person that has to accept this is me." He lifted. I was living in a very basic residential hotel in those days, which was all that I could afford. The room was comfortable and had a three-quarter bed and a basin. Regrettably, however, one had to make do with communal toilets and showers situated at either end of a long passage in the five-story building.Like me, eighty percent of the occupants were young males starting out in life. The establishment only served breakfast and dinner on weekdays, and on Saturdays and Sundays, lunch was also. We packed up for the ride home. The showers weren't working so we threw towels over the car seats, they were hot as hell anyway, and kept our suits on. We'd just gotten onto the local highway when Chelsea decided to change. She climbed over the seat, mmm that butt going right by me. Then in the back she took off her top. "You peeking up there?" Should I be?" Yeah if you don't want to miss the show." I adjusted the mirror in time to see Chels shaking her boobs at me laughing. "OK now try not to. Laura must have affected him more than he realized. If he had not druggedher, he wondered what he would look like now. Would he also resemble afeline woman or something more nefarious? The clothes he was wearing nowfelt so good; he could not imagine wearing "boy clothes." His father willhave to deal with what he knows is his new reality.A few awkward meals with his father and Jacob's next appointment isaround the corner. Heading out to tuck his dress under himself and ridethe motorcycle to his.