Picking out Outfits with Sam

Tripp - or rather, Dawn - cowers under the blankets on his bed.

Sam is in his room, and she brought a rolling closet full of clothes with her.

"Come on Tripp, er, I mean, Dawn! They're just girl clothes, they won't hurt you!" she says, tugging at the blankets protecting him.

He burrows in deeper, holding tight to his sheet and comforter. "No! I don't need new clothes, I'm just fine with what I have!"

Since becoming a girl, Tripp had dreaded the thought of having to go to school as one. What would his life become? Would he have to act girly? Would he have to use the girls locker room... the girls bathroom? How could he avoid those things and still protect his secret identity? And worst of all, would he have to wear the girls' uniform? He didn't think he could stomach that blow to his masculinity, so he'd been putting it off and avoiding changing clothes. The girl clothes his new body had come with had started looking pretty ragged, so he'd tried wearing his normal boy clothes, only to find they were too big to fit.

Sam rolls her eyes. "Dawn. Just try them. It's not like I'll be putting you in a thong or anything. Just some old clothes of mine that will actually fit your girl body. Now come... ON!" She gives the blankets a powerful yank and exposes her now-girly friend.

Tripp is practically drowning in his own clothes. Extra baggy jeans hang off his waist. His T-shirt cascades down to his thighs. He has to hold the waistband of his boxers to keep them from falling down with the rest of his ensemble. He crosses his arms and avoids eye-contact with Sam.

"Aw, are you pouting?" she says, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture. "You look so cute! Now are you gonna be grumpy all day, or do you want to at least try some stuff on? And remember: you may have to do this a lot as Dawn, even go to school sometimes. You won't last ten seconds wearing that getup."