I stood in front of the mirror but it must have been angled as I couldn't see myself. I moved slowly in the mincing step I was trying to make and so did the pretty, blonde-haired girl in the mirror. I looked behind me to see where she was and then I looked back only to see Andrea's hand clutching the girl's. It hit me in a rush, then, well, a panic was more like it, 'she', the gorgeous shapely blonde in the mirror was me, David Evans.
"What, what have you done to me?" I croaked as I shuddered and my dress floated about me, making me so sawre of all the feminine finery I was wearing. I smelled a fragrance on me as well, the scent that Anne Jenkins said that she sold to all her first-timers. I shuddered as I thought about the fact that she must mean that there were other men around like me, dressed as women.
Of course there were. I was in a room full of them.