Troy moved his things upstairs as fast as he could. It was going to take a while to unpack everything but he was in no rush. He was still feeling weird about telling Mrs. Stevens that he was a woman bit he knew he didn't really have any other options at this point.
She must have pretty poor eyesight, he thought. He knows he is a little thin and short for a guy, but to think he was woman? Even though he had long brown hair, no one had ever confused him for a girl before and he really didn't like it.
The laundry was a concerning issue. If she was going to wash his stuff, he was going to have to do something to to play up the con. The con, he thought, he felt kind of like a spy or something.
Once he got his computer running, he ordered a handful of female items. Bras, panties, a few skirts. He didn't overdo it, just a few things he could toss in the laundry with his normal things.
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