You run over and pick up the cutest pink skirt. You love the feel of it in your hands and you would LOVE to put it on, but you resist your feminine urges andbut it down. You can't get a skirt you're a girl.... you mean a boy, you're a boy. You continue exploring the women's section, you can't help yourself. All the women's clothing is calling your name and you want all of it, but you have to resist. You wander into the lingerie department and you see all the bras and panties lined up along the sfore. Each individual undergarment is shouting "Buy me! Buy me! Wear me! Wear me!" You look in the mirror and you are holding a lacy pink bra up to your chest. You're upset you can't grow breasts like a real woman, but you snap out of it. You put the bra back where it belongs, despite it causing you extreme physical pain to do so.
you wander into the dress department. You don't know how long you've been in the store but it feels so good. Come to think of it what's your name? You think it's April.... No that's not your name you're a boy? That's not right.... you smile about to let your feminine urges consume you, pulling back. You close your eyes for a moment after seeing a beautiful pink wedding dress such a big poofy dress in your favorite color... but it's not your favorite color..... is it?
You open your eyes. You're looking in a mirror and you are wearing the dress. You don't remember putting it on and you are horrified.
"Are you okay in there ma'am?" You hear a employee says as she walks in. You feel amazing being called "ma'am". "See, I told you you would be so retty you wouldn't be able to tell you're a boy." She's right you are pretty the dress makes you feel so happy and is that lipstick on your face?
You panic and take off the dress putting it back where it belongs. You try to get out but you get to the women's shoe department. You pick up a pair of pink high heels unable to control yourself and then you pass out.