The thought struck horror in my mind. I didn’t ever want to go back to being a boy, but maybe mum was right. Mums usually are.
The prospect of dating a boy kept rolling over and over in my mind as I lay in bed in my purple baby doll nightdress and short silky panties. Apart from anything it would be impossible, I thought.
Kissing a boy would be bad enough. I didn’t even know if I could face that. And then a boy cuddling me, being close to me, holding me and… what if a boy lifted my skirt and put his hand up my skirt and even, worse still, tried to pull my panties down. That would be so embarrassing.

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