The next half hour was spent listening to my sister talk about being a girl. Right now we were on the subject of how to act in public.
"Remember John, when you sit down with a skirt, you have to keep your legs crossed."
"Man, I didn't realize girls have so much to think about when they are in public. I mean its hard enough for me to think clearly while being distracted by the constant bounce and jiggle of your tits. How do you do it?"
"John, you forget, first I don't think like a guy. I don't necessarily get turned on just by having boobs. Second, I've been doing this for years. You'd probably be able to do everything without thinking about it after a few months as a girl. Hopefully you won't be stuck like me for that long."
"Yeah, I only have a couple weeks until Mom and Dad get back. We should be able to find something by then."
Tiffany looked at the clock.
"Well, the laundry should be done. I'll take care of it. Meet me in my room in a minute."