
Robin could have cried with humiliation of it all. How on earth had he ever allowed himself to be talked into becoming Robyn - to end up in frilly skirts and blouses.
He was a sixteen year old schoolboy, for goodness sake, who enjoyed football and cricket and girls, yet here he was mincing around in knickers and silky petticoats and high heeled shoes. He could have died of shame.
It would not have been so awful if he had not gradually, and oh so secretly, found himself beginning to enjoy the feel of his nylon clad thighs rubbing against each other as he walked, of his feminine vulnerability as a gust of wind suddenly blew his skirt up to reveal his frilly petticoats. Oh god, the shame of it all!
Worst of all, Alice, his girlfriend, was actually beginning to treat him like a real girl - to open encourage him to flirt with the boys and exploit his pretty face and sexy clothes!
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