"You heard Mom say that she wants you looking as beautiful as I can make you by the time she gets home, right?"
"Yeah I heard her say that."
"Good. the first thing that I have to do is pluck your eyebrows. It's going to hurt some, but i doubt it'll be as painful as those shoes are, and the pain is short lived too. A few seconds after it's done and you won't feel it anymore."
I knew that some girls still plucked their eyebrows. I saw girls in school like that. they were the prettier girls too. "Okay Connie, do it then," I told her.
"I'm curious Chris," she told me as she positioned herself to begin plucking. "Why aren't you fighting this even a little bit?"
"Put yourself in my place Connie. A sixteen, almost seventeen year old boy, forced to dress as a girl for the next two months. Forced to go out into public places like this. Would you prefer to look like a boy and possibly recognized by people who know you, or would you prefer to look like a girl so no one could recognize you?"