"I hate that!" I screamed back at her. I didn't want to feel like a girl. Yet, what I was wearing showed me that I would like like a girl to anyone who just saw me if I ever got all the way outside. I might not sound like girl but I would look and, yes, I knew I would feel, like a girl as well. Tremors went all through me. The frilled panties were going to make an noise all night long about me! And they fitted me so will!
That was what was so awful about the maid's dress I was fastened into. I always hated being teased about my size and such, being called 'gay'; yet, here I was, wobbling on high heels, my legs in the patterned black stockings, feeling so weird. Ike came behind me and joined Carole in pushing me down the steps and out onto the street as a girl in a FRench maid's costume.