Pat was surprised to see a young girl looking back at him. Other than having a rather flat chest, the girl was pretty. He stood there unable to speak for several moments as a host of new sensations filled his mind. He could feel every bit of his new clothing, from the tightness around his chest from the bra, to the soft caress at his groin, to the tacky feel of his lipstick. Even the feel of his pigtails brushing against his neck was all new. He was brought out of his retrospection by the smell of spices and flowers filling his nose. His mother had sprayed perfume on him.
"Mom, no, this isn't right.I shouldn't look like this! What if somebody finds out? My life would be over." Pat managed to say.
"All the more reason for you to concentrate and make sure no one does. Now let me show you how to manage in those skirts and have some girl talk," his mother replied.