I still remember the immediate breeze on my legs. My baggy jeans and T Shirt had given way to a flowery, baby blue dress.
My trainers replaced with wedged sandals, which showed off my then pink nails. My hair was red and curly, apparently you were a red head now.
That was a month ago. My nails were yellow now, I'd decided to change the colour while practising.
While I had seemingly been dumped into the life of a 16 year old girl called Michelle, I had no skill sets required to maintain a girls lifestyle.
And while I had spent the first week resisting all my particularly girly clothes or make up, I soon realised that there was no escape.
The ring was in my room and while I had tried putting on and off again, it did nothing. So here I am at my make up table, in my incredibly feminine room,
getting myself ready for...
