Continue. (Wednesday Morning)

There's a knock at the door and Belinda walks in with one hand behind her back. You frantically try to cover yourself, but Belinda just grins. "So glad you haven't gotten dressed yet, Parker," Belinda says. "Remember that you owe me a favor? Well, I'm here to collect."

She pulls a skimpy red pair of panties from behind her back and says, "I want you to wear these today."

"No way, Belinda, come on. Ask something else," you say.

"You agreed to do me one favor, Parker, and this is what I want. Come on, it can't be that bad. Think about it as if you lost a bet," she says.

You sigh. "All right, I'll wear them," you say and take the silky red panties from her and slide them up your legs.

"Now come and look in the mirror," she says. You stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself in the panties. With your breasts and in panties, you almost look like a girl. "Now, isn't that sexy, Parker?" Belinda says and comes up behind you, caressing the skin on your sides with her hands. Her touch and the sight in the mirror starts to arouse you and you can feel your dick getting hard. "Oh, I can see you think so too," Belinda says.

"Well, hurry up and get dressed so we can get down to breakfast," she says. You get dressed and the two of you head down to breakfast where Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson, and Ethan are waiting for you.

"Good morning, Parker," Mr. Anderson says. "Your mother should be home later today. I'm sure you're looking forward to seeing her."

You just grunt non-committally. Your feelings about your mother have confused and distressed you for most of the last year. That's only gotten worse since the Process started.

The rest of the conversation is dull and you're glad when breakfast is over.

After breakfast, you, Ethan, and Belinda head out to the car where Molly is waiting to bring you to school.

When you get to school, you attend home room for the first time ever and then go on to your classes. Your first couple of classes are pretty boring and nobody really talks to you.