I must make it seem to everyone else that everything is normal, you think. That means you must dress feminine just as Jennifer would.

You open her closet and see flower print dresses, knee-length skirts, tops with flared sleeves. Her drawers have silky panties and lacy bras.

You start with a bra, though at first you have it on upside down and can't find where it fastens in the back. You look for another bra and are relieved to see that this one fastens in the front. It slips on easier, and your breasts fit snugly in its cups.

Then, you step into a pair of panties. The silkiness feels soft and nice against your skin, which is unbelievably smooth. You touch yourself gently at the crotch and feel the flatness between your legs. You remember how at times you would get an involuntary erection, and know that you are going to miss that feeling.

Next, you choose a pleated skirt. You step into it and zip it at the back. You start to put your hands in your pockets, but then realize that there are no pockets. You pull on a silky top and smooth it out over your bra.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, and you look so plain without makeup. There is so much more to be done just to get ready, you think to yourself. It's hard being a girl.