Tony looked at himself in the mirror. I don’t believe this.
“Okay Tony...” she stopped to correct herself. “Maybe we should give you a more fitting name.”
The youth went from embarrassed to confused.
“Huh?”
“You know,” she explained, “something more feminine.”
“Candi,” he pleaded, “don’t you think this has gone far enough?”
She giggled. I haven’t even started you silly little
sissy.
Tony didn’t know what she was thinking, he was too scared to ask. He decided not to protest any longer.
“Tonya is a nice name.” she smiled. “Do you like that...Tonya?”
He looked at her pleadingly but said not a word.
“Good,” she said proudly, “Tonya it is, now wait for me downstairs while I get ready, darling."
Tony, didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the room in an instant.
For herself, Candi choose blue jeans and a cotton blouse. She didn’t put anything on her feet or do anything special to her hair.