When she was satisfied with my make-up, she had me put on a silky flowery dress and a pair of strappy high heels that she picked out from my mother's closet. And lastly she pinned a long wavy blonde wig that was styled to look like my mother's hair. When the lady was done with me, I didn't just look like a girl, I sort of looked like my mother!
But she wasn't done yet. She stayed for another hour, giving me lessons on walking and sitting and even talking like a girl.
But recently, when we watch TV together after dinner, he's been making me sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me and I have to lay my head on his shoulder. Sometimes he kisses my neck which feels really weird.