To wear or not to the dress that is the question. The answer was decided for me in Snippets

I came back from school escorted under the ever watchful eye of my jailer and was taken to my room. Standing there holding girls clothing in their hands were staff. They started the conversation with look what we found under your mattress you perverted little boy. Do you like wearing these. Thus began a long struggle to disclothe me and to reclothe me in the bra girls underwear stockings and a red dress. I fought forever.i got back from their version of school at lunchtime.It was after one am in the morning before I was eventually dressed. But it wasn't in the red dress as I had managed to tear it badly enough it couldn't be worn. The first struggle was trying to get me to take my clothes off. That took over an hour. I spent the next few hours naked in he hallway fighting and crying before they managed to put the underwear on then came the bra.which they filled with bunched up socks which I threw away before I got slapped and told to leave them in the bra. The pantyhose was next I don't think many kids slept much that night as I was up yelling and screaming. Eventually I ended up in a dress but it was because I was tired and had no fight left in me. I missed lunch and supper. The staff ate because they switched but I didnt et anything. Once I was in my dress I was securely strapped in my bed nd left there for the night. I spent most of the night screaming. This is the beginning of my life as a girl