Just then, you 'mom' calls for Whitney. You look at Joe/Jimmy, "Now what? If I don't go, I will just get in trouble as Whitney, but if I do, I can't help you track down those boys!"
He looked back, "They are far away. Just go. I will see if I can find them. Either way, I know mom's routine for Whitney. She will make you take a bath and get ready for bed. I wouldn't advise arguing with her either. My parents believe in spanking if you are disobedient, and if that happens, you better hope it is mom and not dad!"
You heard the call again, "Okay, I better go! But you better have those rings when I see you tomorrow!"
It was strange how suddenly aware of your gender you became as you ran home. The skirt you were wearing allowed the air to rush up under it, and at times, only the feeling of the skirt against your legs convinced you that you were not running in your underwear! Then you felt silly, which made you feel girlish, which brought you back to how you felt 'down there'.
It was just like Joe/Jimmy said. You mom told you to 'go potty' while she got a bath ready for you. You had to half climb onto the toilet, and be careful not to slip in as you sat there to pee, wishing with all your heart that you could stand up to pee again. You were careful not to look between your legs. This was only supposed to be temporary, and you didn't want to be a girl!
You wouldn't think you would feel so different, but you did. And then when it was all done, and 'mommy' brushed your long hair, you really felt odd, and all the more because, well, it felt good and was very relaxing.
The next morning you had to go through the routine of dressing as your mom chose, which to your dismay was another dress. At least it was kind of fun to be in Kindergarten again, even if most of the time you had to play with 'other' girls. Joe/Jimmy was in the other class, so you only saw him briefly in passing in the halls.
Finally, after school, your mom picked you up. As soon as you were home, she made you change, but soon you were back to the playground looking for Joe/Jimmy. At last, you saw him come running up. He looked at you and said....
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