Chapter 1

“Hello, I’m Bobbi Kindle and this is my transition story.”

“God damn it, Bobbi, hurry the fuck up with my coffee!” Stanley Ross yelled out.

I looked in the mirror in the break room and adjusted my hair, smoothed my short skirt, and made sure my lipstick looked good, shook my boobies a little and straightened my pink blouse. I nodded and smiled, picked up the tray with a cup of coffee and creamer and walked out the door.

I was known as Robert Kindle and was a manager at Root Engineering. I oversaw a team of 10 structural engineers. At Root, we reviewed engineering plans for buildings, foundations, and houses. A company didn’t move forward with its building plans until we signed off on it. We didn’t work in the field, but in a two-story building Root owned. Working in an all male office you can imagine the sexist jokes. We were trying to hire a receptionist but the job market is tight. I kept saying that we had to offer more money.

At work I felt uncomfortable listening the male locker room banter as I walked around the office, but did nothing about it. I felt intimidated by the guys. Adam said the other day that fucking a married woman meant the guy was giving her something her wimp of a husband couldn’t. Adam meant the wimpy husband was likely a weak, poor excuse for a man. A couple of the guys looked over at me and I blushed.

I’m the shortest person in the company at 5’7”. The guys were 5’11’ to almost 6’3”. I always wore a white short sleeve shirt with a pocket protector and a black tie, black pants with white socks and black shoes. Something I wore in high school and college. The nerd look it’s called.

I trained them all which is how I became their supervisor. You’d think they would respect me, but no, at times they ignore me. When I ask them to do something, they say, “Later, I’m doing something more important.” Anyway, I am not a confrontational person and I think they know it.

The other day I was sitting with Kevin in the lunch room and out of the blue he asked me about sex between my wife and me.

“I’m guessing that you like oral sex. Do you satisfy her with your mouth?” Kevin took a bite of his sandwich. “You’ve got to do something to get her off. Personally, I love oral sex with my wife, she can’t seem to get enough of it.”

“Um, well, we’re pretty normal, I guess. She does like me to give her oral and tells me I’m pretty good at it. But we also have intercourse. She’s never said she didn’t like that too. So don’t assume I’m not getting that taken care of.” I pushed back.

“That’s okay. I mean most wives never tell their husbands that they’re falling short when they fuck. But if you prefer to put your face in her cunt, then she’s got to love you for that. I heard that once women meet someone who really knows how to make love to their cunt, then they tend to keep the guy around. I guess it’s as much the personal focus on her, showing them that you’re willing to put their orgasm first. Women like that kind of sacrifice from a man.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I read that married women often want to explore their kinky side, once they’ve made the decision to cheat on their husband. I’ll tell you, when I got married, I tried to get my wife to try dominance but she didn’t go for it. I mean watching somebody submit is such a turn on and a change from everyday life. You and your wife ever try that?”

“Um, I can’t say that we have. I mean we’ve dressed up once or twice for Halloween, a sort of role play costume stuff, but not much else.”

My mind wandered from the conversation. This past month for some reason my breasts have been tender to the touch. They almost seem to have grown some, which is weird.

At home, my wife Tracy and my 16-year-old son, Jimmy were my life. Tracy and I have been married for 16 years, right out of college. Tracy is a PA in the urology department of the University hospital. We met at the start of our Freshman year of college and when we graduated, we married. Tracy earned her medical license and was hired as a PA. I hired on with Root. Tracy and I liked to spend our time in leisurely activities like shopping for antiques and rummaging quaint bookstores.

Our son Jimmy though is different. At 16, he’s 6’3” and all muscle. He has 8 pack abs down to his groin if you can believe it. Tracy is 5’11” so I don’t know where Jimmy got his height. He plays left tackle on the high school team and of course works out every day at the local gym and at school. He teases me sometimes because I don’t have muscles. I blush with some of the things he says, but I know he’s just teasing me. Tracy smiles at him and says nothing.

Jimmy does take me to the gym with him, says he’ll put some muscle on me. But at the gym as he dead lifts, and does arm curls with 50 pound weights, I walk on the treadmill or do arm curls with 5 pound weights. Most of the time the high school girls come by and fawn over him. Other times, older women give him a sweet smile, or a wink. Some stop to talk to him. It makes me uncomfortable to see him touching these women on their waist or arm or shoulder. They giggle and laugh together. I wonder if Jimmy is a virgin, I can’t seem to decide.

The worst part of going to the gym with Jimmy is showering after working out. It’s bad enough that his buttocks, thighs, arms, pecs, and his back muscles ripple every time he moves, but dare I say, his cock and balls are something to behold.

I know inches and my son’s cock in a flaccid state is 7 inches and almost 3 inches in circumference. I would think that fully erect, his cock would be 13 inches and about 3.5 inches in circumference. I mean, god damn. His testicles are about the size of peaches and just hang there.

I look at mine, 2 inches flaccid and my testicles are like, dare I say it, the size of grapes. Fully erect, my penis is 5 inches and an inch and half in circumference. It is a wonder that I got Tracy pregnant at all, maybe it was a lucky shot.

I’m embarrassed that I sneak peeks at his cock and balls, and well, the cock and balls of the other males in the shower. I try and face the wall so that prying eyes don’t see mine while sneaking peeks at the others.

Tracy and I make love once a week, and Kevin was right, she really enjoys me going down on her cunt. But we always end up having intercourse, so it was rewarding for both of us. The way the guys talked about women and sex at the office seemed dirty and degrading. I never felt that way with Tracy. I like to think we make love rather than fuck.

After talking to Kevin though, I was going to be more attentive so that if Tracy wanted something more than cunnilingus, I’d be ready to please her.

Today is Friday, traffic was a mess but when I get home I put my briefcase next to the stairs and yell out. “Honey I’m home!”

“Hey Robert, I’m upstairs!”

I walk up the stairs and down the hallway. As I walk past Jimmy’s bathroom I stop. There he is totally naked standing in front of the toilet, his hands on his hips. His legs are slightly spread so that I see his peach size balls hanging down and in front of them, his cock in a flaccid state. He was urinating into the toilet bowl. I couldn’t help but notice his stream was fast and solid. As his pee hit the water in the bowl, it splashes out over it. Soon his stream slowed down and with a grunt he pushed out the remaining pee but as he did so, he moved to his left and the pee splashed onto the bowl rim and the floor.

I shook my head and walked into the master bedroom. There was Tracy in a white bathrobe drying her hair.

“Hi sweetie,” I say as I begin to change out of my work clothes.

“Hi honey,” she replied. “How’s work?”

“Oh, same ole, same ole.” I pull on my favorite t-shirt and shorts. Damn, my breasts are tender for some reason. I think their a little bigger than last week.

“Say, it’s our turn to host the company Halloween party in a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” I reply as I tenderly squeeze and touch my breasts. What the fuck is going on, I wonder.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll come up with our costume this year.”

“Okay, whatever.” My nipples hurt a little when I squeeze them. Strange.

“Thanks sweetie. You won’t be disappointed.”

I walk back downstairs. As I sit down in my favorite recliner, Tracy yells out.

“God damn it Jimmy, get in here and clean up your bathroom. You have pee all around the toilet.”

“I can’t mom. I’ll be late meeting the guys for burgers and shakes at Morties. Can’t you do it?”

“Hell no, I’ll be late for bible study over at Harriet’s.”

“Well, how about dad then? He did a good job last time.”

There was a pause. Here it comes. I hear Tracy at the top of the stairs.

“Robert, be a sweetie and clean up the pee around the toilet bowl in Jimmy’s bathroom.”

“But I just got home. Can’t Jimmy do it later?”

“No, because the pee will dry and get crusty and start eating away at the tile. It has to be done while it’s still wet.”

“God damn it.”

“Come on Robert. You did an excellent job of cleaning it last time. It won’t hurt you to do it again.”

She’s right. I don’t know why I cleaned up his pee the other day and the day before that. What a wimp I am.

“Okay.”

“That’s the spirit.”

I walk upstairs and into Jimmy’s bathroom. I get the cleaner and cloth out from under the sink. I kneel down next to the bowl and spray some cleaner on the cloth. The strong ammonia smell of Jimmy’s urine invades my nostrils and eyes. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Thanks dad!”

I looked over my shoulder and Jimmy was smiling in the doorway of the bathroom. He wore a white tank top, the ‘wife beater’ kind of top with tight shorts, of which I could just make out the outline of his penis, and flip flops.

“Next time...” I tried to say.

“You’re the best dad. I gotta go and meet the guys.”

Jimmy bounded down the stairs.

“ ... keep your pee in the bowl,” I mutter under my breath.

“Thanks honey.”

I turn and Tracy is smiling from the doorway of the bathroom. She was wearing a one piece dress with a slit down between her 36DD breasts to her belly button. She was putting an ear ring on her right ear. She was wearing nude stockings and her red 6 inch stiletto’s.

“Bible study tonight?” I asked looking her up and down.

“Yes, at Harriet’s. We’re reading the story of Lot and his daughters.”

“Oh, okay. Well have fun.”

“I always do. Don’t wait up. Oh and Jimmy may or may not be home tonight. He said something about a party later on.”

“Okay.” At 16, Jimmy should be home by 10, I was. It seems Jimmy stopped listening to me when he turned 12 and started puberty.

I’m in bed by 1030 and neither Tracy or Jimmy are home yet. I think it was about 3am when I feel Tracy slipping under the covers. She had a strong smell of perfume on her. I couldn’t quite place it. A couple of minutes later I hear Jimmy walking up the stairs. Everybody’s home.

The next morning Tracy came downstairs. I was in my recliner watching the morning news.

“Be a darling and clean the kitchen will you? I’m going over to Joan’s house to plan for church tomorrow.”

“How about Jimmy? He doesn’t do anything around here.”

“He has practice today and then a study group over at Jane’s house.”

“Where is he by the way?”

“He’s still sleeping. Okay, I’m out of here. Oh, and make sure you do the vacuuming also, it really needs it down here.”

I should have said no but didn’t. I wanted to make sure that I pleased her so she wouldn’t wander from our marriage.

As I was cleaning the kitchen Jimmy came and made himself breakfast. What caught my eyes was that he was wearing nothing but tight blue underwear. His muscles rippled as he walked into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but notice his cock curled up in the briefs and his balls tucked neatly under his cock. Did I say cock? It’s a penis. Well his is a cock and mine is a penis, something like that. I blushed thinking about what I just said to myself.

“Where’s mom?”

“She left for Joan’s house a little while ago.”

“Oh. Well I have practice this morning.”

I worked up my courage. “Say, Jimmy, can you please pee into the toilet bowl? I don’t like cleaning up your mess.”

“I’ll try dad. Sometimes it’s hard to aim. Say, you up to going to the gym today? We need to keep working your muscles.”

“Um.” I hadn’t thought about the gym today.

“Come on dad. 3 o’clock I’ll be home and we can go to the gym.”

“Okay.” I really didn’t want to go today.

As he was buttering his toast his cock got a little hard and the tip poked out the top of his briefs. I was about to say something but Jimmy didn’t seem concerned. Some semen was leaking out of the slit. I tried not to pay attention, but for some reason I had a tingling sensation in my stomach.

As Jimmy walked out of the kitchen he said, “Hey dad, sorry but my aim wasn’t very good this morning, can you please clean my toilet? Thanks. You’re the best.” and out the front door he went.

God damn it, I shook my head.

On Monday, Frank, the office manager, and the guys were in the break room laughing. I walked in and everything went quiet.

“Say Robert, you keeping your wife satisfied?” He asked.

The others laughed and chuckled.

I blushed, but didn’t want to aggravate him. There was a rumor that the company was laying off people.

“Yes, our relationship is very, very stable.”

Frank nodded and smiled. “Say, we hear that the Halloween party is at your house this year. What are you going to dress up as?”

Everybody looked at me.

“Um, Tracy is going to pick out our costumes this year, so I don’t know yet.”

Frank and the guys said they were going to dress up as different comic hero’s.

Work went as usual for the rest of the week. The boys making sexist jokes and demeaning women and I laughed along with them. What else could I do?

A week before the party I asked Tracy that morning if she had decided on Halloween costumes for us.

“Well, glad you asked,” she smiled. “I’ve decided that your going to be a bunny.”

“A bunny? What do you mean?”

“Yeah, like a playboy bunny.”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” I pushed back. “I won’t wear a female type costume.”

“It’s just a costume Robert. For one evening. It won’t hurt anything. Besides, Jimmy likes the idea.”

“You spoke to Jimmy first about our costume idea before me?”

“Sure. I wanted to run it past him first, to get a male perspective. He thought it was a wonderful idea. And beside, we think you’ll be sexy in a female costume.”

I tried to react normally but I was exploding inside with a wide range of emotions. First, I was mad at Tracy for coming up with the idea, and second for asking Jimmy what he thought about it, and third that she would even suggest that I wear a girl’s costume and thinking I would look sexy in it. God damn it.

“Come on honey. We’ll have church friends and my co-workers at our party. I can’t wear something like that. I mean, who would take me seriously after they see me wearing a bunny costume?”

“Like I said, it’s for one evening and Halloween is supposed to be fun. Nobody will think any differently of you.”

Could I say no to her? Might I lose her if I say no? Could I take an evening of humiliation to make our party a success?

Tracy came over to me. “Look, I know you are a bit mild mannered, I’ve known that since the day we met in the Freshman gender studies class in college. But I love you for it.”

“Thanks,” I blushed. Mild mannered, huh?

She continued. “I know this costume idea I have will look good on you. You don’t want to ruin our party do you?”

I was defeated. “Okay,” I shrugged. “I know we don’t do such spontaneous stuff, plus it’s nice that we’re hosting this year.” I paused. “I guess my only worry is whether I could actually look like a playboy bunny. I mean, their costumes are so revealing, but I guess if you and Jimmy think it will look good on me and if you can work some magic, I’ll agree to wearing the costume.”

“That’s the spirit. You won’t regret it,” Tracy smiled brightly. “We finally will do something different for a change.” She paused looking at me. I felt uneasy for some reason. “The party is next week so we have no time to loose. We have to get you into the mindset of being a bunny and used to wearing the costume and girl’s clothes.”

“What? Why can’t I just get dressed up on the day of the party?”

“To be authentic and in a role-play mode, we have to start today. By next Saturday, this should be second nature to you and you’ll easily fit into the playboy bunny role.”

“You said girl’s clothes?”

“Sure, that will put you in the role-play mindset and have you thinking like a girl. We want this party to be perfect and so you have to be perfect. This is the only way,” she said putting her hands on her hips. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I was defeated again. God damn it, I’d just agreed to play the part of a girl and a bunny. What could go wrong?

“Why don’t you go and run a nice hot bath, soak a bit, and then you can start shaving. I have some new razors and ladies shaving foam you can use. Start with your legs, as they will be the easiest, but you will need to do your torso, arms, and your crotch as well.”

“Um, okay if that is what it takes to pull this off.”

“Luckily, you don’t have a lot of body hair. I’m going to pop a casserole into the oven and I’ll come and help you out. Once you are all smooth and soft, I can measure you for the bunny costume. Jimmy and I think this will be so much fun. Aren’t you excited?”

I retreated to the master bathroom and followed Tracy’s instructions. Something didn’t seem right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I shaved my legs, torso, my arms. As I stood up to dry off, Tracy returned.

“Honey, you look so much better. But before you get out of the tub, let me check to see if you missed any hair. I’m going to have to shave some of your pubic hair, at least tidy it up a bit.”

I nodded not saying anything. This is stupid I thought and I should just say so. Tracy kneeled in front of me with a razor and cream. I had removed most of my pubic hair so she gently shaved me from my balls to my anus, the hard to reach places she said.

“The bunny costume will be a high-cut on the sides and narrow in front, so you will need to be sure your pubic hair is trimmed every day until the party. There should be no unsightly hair.”

“Okay,” was all I could muster. I didn’t like this, not one bit.

Tracy took her time, trying to be thorough, careful not to nick me in my sensitive area. And to reinforce the costume idea, when she was done, my balls, penis, butt, and everything surrounding them were smooth and hairless.

I looked down at my crotch and ran my hands over my butt cheeks. Internally I was mortified with my new appearance. All I could think about was how I would look in the showers at the gym. A hairless male. As Tracy measured my hips and changing over to measure the small rise of my crotch, she also got a measurement of my flaccid penis size. She announced it was two inches and my scrotum was very small, just right for a pair of grapes. She wasn’t being funny when she said that and so I didn’t say anything.

“Well, what I have in mind will work perfectly,” she said as she stood up.

“And what’s that?” I asked suddenly nervous.

She ignored me as she measured around my chest. “Interesting, you’re a 34 bra size. How’d that happen?” She smiled. I blushed. Yes, how did that happen I thought because my breasts were tender sometimes and my nipples ached other times. “Okay, I have what I need to rent your costume, but I need to do one more thing to help you assume your role as a cute bunny.”

Tracy stepped back from me, looking me up and down. “The costume is so narrow between your thighs so that your cock and balls might cause a problem.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Tracy walked over to her medical bag and took out a pair of latex gloves. “I don’t know of any pictures of women in bunny costumes that have a big bulge there. So it took me awhile to figure out a solution. But I’ve got one.” She said as she snapped her gloves on.

She walked over to the bed with her bag. “I need you to lie down on your back.” I was really nervous as I didn’t know what she was going to do. “That’s good. Now bring your legs back towards your chest and spread them apart.” She got a short catheter with a small balloon on the end of it out of the bag.

“What are you going to do?” I asked nervously.

Tracy ignored me as I looked down between my thighs. I watched her unwrap a slender plastic tube and apply lube all over it. Then she took hold of my penis with her left hand, squeezed the slit open, and slid the plastic tube into it.

I screamed in pain. “Tracy! What the fuck are you doing? This is just a costume. I don’t need anything like this. What are you putting in me?”

“Settle down honey. This is just a catheter. I put them in men all the time at the hospital after prostate surgery. Once I get everything in place then you’ll understand why. Just trust me,” she smiled.

Although I wasn’t reassured, I couldn’t protest without hurting her feelings. She was doing this for the party and we both knew the party had to be a success. I couldn’t very well tell her to stop as the tube was in my penis and bladder. She inflated the balloon in my bladder so the catheter wouldn’t slide out. Once the tube was secure, she screwed a cap on the end of it. She pushed my penis back into my pubis, compressing my penis into my crotch. When she had my penis positioned so that only my testicles were outside my body, and not by very much, she pressed two white strips of medical tape over my pubis which held my penis inside my body. The whole action was completed like a medical exam.

“When you go to the bathroom for a pee, sit on the toilet, unscrew the cap and let your urine flow out. When you’re done, screw the cap back on.” Tracy stood up looking at her handy work. “Okay, take a look in the mirror,” she said as she stood back from the bed.

I carefully got off the bed and turned towards the bedroom mirror. There was no way that I could look at myself now and not feel de-masculinized. I mean, with my penis tucked away I couldn’t have a sexual response that would cause it to enlarge. There was no longer any visible presence of my penis or testicles, just a cute little nub and flatness.

“Fuck,” I said looking at my crotch. “I look more like a woman than a man.”

“That’s the idea, honey,” Tracy smiled as she stood next to me looking at us in the mirror. “This turned out better than I ever imagined. I thought maybe I’d have problems with getting you taped down, but you were smaller than I expected.” I blushed. “It’s amazing how just a couple pieces of tape hid your manhood. You look more like a girl than a boy.” Tracy had a big grin. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of thong panties. “This will look perfect for your clothes. In fact, let me see how it looks on you.”

I hesitated. I wanted to scream that this was so wrong.

“Put on this thong for me. If you can look like a girl in this tiny thong, then you’ll be able to pass muster in your bunny costume.”

I still hesitated.

“Come on Robert, don’t wimp out on me now.” Tracy held the thong in front of her.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. There was no bulge, no lump, no projection.

I took the thong from her, sat on the bed and carefully slid it on. I stood up and looked in the mirror again. There was a smooth flat curve going from my navel to my butt. The thong lay flat revealing only a little bump at my pubis. I turned slightly to look at my butt. It was even worse from the back, because the narrow material snugged up my crack, leaving my rounded cheeks exposed, just it would on a girl.

Tracy smiled as she stood back. “Christ, I must say you look more like a girl than a man with your 34 breasts and thong.”

Just then the front door opened and slammed shut.

“Hi mom, I’m home!”

“Oh, Jimmy can’t see me like this.” I panicked. I turned to grab my clothes.

“Relax, honey. He knows already. Did you forget that I told him and he like the idea?” Tracy walked to the bedroom door. “Upstairs sweetie!”

Jimmy came bounding up the stairs and into our bedroom.

“Fucking A! Wow, dad, you look like a real girl!” Jimmy had a big smile on his face.

“Um, thanks?” I shrugged. I was blushing, embarrassed, and defeated all at the same time.

“He looks so cute blushing like that,” Tracy smiled.

“And his breasts, what a nice touch!” Jimmy added.

I just stood there as they appraised me.

“Say, instead of saying he and him, how about we say she and her. Get into the role-playing mode?” asked Jimmy.

“Good idea,” Tracy agreed.

“Um, wait a minute. This is only for the party.”

“No honey, this is all week until the party.”

“I can’t wear panties like this for the next week! I have to go to work.”

“Who’s going to know if your wearing panties or not and whether you’re tape down there.”

Made sense as I thought about it. “Well, okay.” Tracy had a point. “But I can’t join Jimmy at the gym this week then.”

“Why not dad?”

“Every person in the gym shower will laugh at me. How about I just wear them tonight, but take everything out before we go to the gym.” I looked at Tracy. “Then when we return you can put everything back in place.”

Jimmy walked over to me and pulled down the front of the thong. “It looks like you had surgery. I don’t think anybody will care.” He let the thong snap back. He stared at me and I couldn’t look him in the eye.

Tracy crossed her arms. “No, for our party to be a success, you have to be in character so to speak. I want you looking like a sexy bouncy bunny at the party. I think the more time you wear thong panties, and a bra, plus keeping the catheter in place, the easier it will be on you.”

“Yeah, dad you have to be living like a girl to pull off wearing the bunny costume this Saturday.”

“Tomorrow I’ll let you wear a plain pair, without lace or frilly point to church. But you’re going to wear them no matter what. Besides, I want us to stop being so routine as a family. I want you to push the envelope for a change and having you as a pretty little girl is what I want,” Tracy said as she smiled at Jimmy. “What we want.” She returned her gaze to me. “Is that clear?”

I knew I was beat looking at my wife and son. I blushed and nodded. Glancing down at where my penis used to be made me scared and doubly mad at Tracy. I wish I could stand up for myself. I just resolved to make it through this and get it over with. After that, I swear I will stand up for myself and push back on stupid ideas like this.

“Say, how about instead of saying dad or Robert or him or he, we call her by a new name,” Jimmy said looking at his mother.

“Like what?”

“Um, I don’t know, how about we call her Bobbi, with an “i”.

Bobbi? Growing up I hated the name “Bob” or “Bobbie” or how ever you spell it. I had always been known as Robert.

“I like it. It will help her get into character even more.” Tracy looked at me. “How about it Bobbi?”

I fumed. I blushed red and tightly closed my hands into fists.

“Well, Bobbi?” chuckled Jimmy.

I was beat from all sides, another defeat. I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything.

“Say it, Bobbi. Say your name is Bobbi,” Tracy asked as she stood in front of me.

I hung my head in shame. “My name is Bobbi.” I had tears at the side of my eyes.

Jimmy laughed. “Well, I must go. I’m meeting the boys for burgers.”

Tracy kissed Jimmy on the lips. I had a surprised look on my face.

“Have fun.”

“I always do.”

As Jimmy walked out of the bedroom Tracy went to her dresser and scrounged around to get a matching baby doll nightie to go with the mint green thong.

“He’s such a good boy, isn’t he Bobbi?”

“Yes, he is,” I fumed.

She also found a pair of 4 inch heels. The heels were a bit small and the nightie was a bit tight. My nipples poked through the thin material. Tracy loved it.

She sat me down at her vanity to play with my hair using her curling iron and doing my makeup. She created some tight curls to frame my face and give my hair more of a feminine style. My hair was already shoulder length, but because she had removed my sideburns, pulling down a few tendrils of hair and curling them, it did look like something a girl might wear if her hair was short. She kept the makeup simple, using a little blush, lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara. I could tell she loved this, as she was bubbly and talked the whole time. I just sat there letting her do whatever she wanted to me.

Next she had me stand and pointed out mannerisms or movements and how to do them as a girl. How to hold my hands, keep my arms bent and tucked to my side, how to walk in heels, or stand, how to sit with my knees together slightly to the left or right. She had lots of tips for me to try. I could tell it was important to her that I look convincing as a girl.