Julian Part 4
Every step that I took in my new outfit was a painful reminder of my predicament, from the way the gingham dress rubbed against my bare thighs to the straps of the pink vest which snugly sat on my shoulders. Not to mention my new long blonde hair, and the childish plaits which bounced against my chest acting as a metronomic memento of my new station. There was no escaping it now, not for a second. It wasn't helped by the amount of mirrors that were positioned around the house. I was...