"Auntie - I've really enjoyed my day as a girl. I love wearing these silky clothes. I can't wait to do it again. These heels are starting to hurt a little though. Can I take them off please."
"No Ricky dear - you may not take your shoes off. They are so pretty, and besides make your pantyhose will run if you walked without them."
"I suppose do Auntie."
"When you say do it again Ricky, what do you mean exactly?"
"Well, next time I visit you Auntie, I'd like to dress up like this again. It makes me feel so pretty."
"But Ricky, you will always be a girl from now on. I thought we agreed."
"No Auntie, we didn't agree. I said I always wondered what it would be like to be a girl. I am going back to high school tomorrow."
"Ricky dear, I told them you will not be back. We are turning you into a girl. You will be a girl in a few months - I have started the hormone treatment already - haven't you notice your skin getting softer."
"Auntie - no - I am a boy. Help me out of these shoes. They won't undo. Auntie."
"They are glued on Ricky dear - we did it to stop you from doing anything silly. You can't run far in them."
"Please Auntie - I'm scared now."
"Your mother and I cannot bear to see you as a weak little boy getting bullied. You are a real sissy you know - a weakling - you will grow up to be a weak man. What sort of man would be sitting in a park wearing pantyhose and heels, a fabulous dress and a makeover? What sort of man would enjoy it?"
"Auntie - you wanted me to dress like this."
"And you wanted it too Ricky, or you wouldn't be sitting there. Look, you are flunking high school, you have no prospects. We are giving you a new start Ricky. It's for your own good. You make a wonderful girl, you're pretty enough to be a model. Now stop messing around trying to get those shoes off and come with me. We have some shopping to do. Then a trip to my plastic surgeon to start work."