"I want to get back into male clothes, and out of this place as quickly as possible," I replied in anger.
"Tut, tut my dear. I am Rosemary, the class Head Girl," replied a tall blond figure. "We don't talk in that rebellious way here. We all were sent here because to some degree of another, we thought or behaved in a feminine way."
"I didn't," I replied quickly. "My only mistake was to trust a woman in London when I was looking for work and a quick fortune."
The rest of the students laughed at my comments, making me even more embarrassed and angry.
"Well Clarissa, I'm afraid it's too late now. You are here and this is where you stay, like the rest of us, until Doctor Casters and her team have given us a lovely feminine figure. She will remove these nasty things between our legs that give us so much pain and distress..."