Your Former College

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all the promising opportunities, while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation ...

... or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

Gah. There's no point. You’re just going to have to go along with it and see what happens. It might all just be a hoax and you’ll end up back in your normal world, or ...

Could it possibly be true?

You think about the possibilities. Guys being able to freely wear women's clothing, without humiliation, and guys being allowed by society and law to make themselves women, through surgery ... essentially adding countless more crossdressers, transvestites, drag queens, and shemales to the population. But more importantly, to you, having the ability to tell any female 18 years old or older any command, and they would follow it willingly, almost as if it's what they want in the first place.

Thinking about it, you realize how much you enjoyed college and wish you were still there. Plus, it would certainly be a place with plenty of guys around to find out whether Charles was telling you the truth or not. Your mind made up, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he grasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, mate," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light ...

As you slowly open your eyes, a cacophony of voices fills your ears. At first, it's hard to make out what they're saying, it's just too much. But as the seconds pass, you can filter out the voices, recognizing the difference between further away voices and closer ones, and the difference between female voices and male ones. And that's what really got your attention, because a close by conversation involved two guys talking to each other, with one of them asking "Did you get anything to wear for the party?" Then another guy's voice answered "Yeah, I bought the dress last night. I'm gonna look so beautiful in it."

You couldn't have heard that right ... right?

Your eyes adjust to your surroundings and you realize that you're in the college cafeteria. People are at tables talking and eating, milling about getting food, or just loitering. But this isn't the same group of people you remembered attending college with. At least half the guys are wearing some kind of female attire, whether just a skirt, or a girl's top, or a dress. Some of them are full on crossdressers, even wearing make-up, like the guy you overheard talking to his friend. You also notice that some of the girls aren't actually girls, judging by the bulges beneath their skirts and pants. You recognize one of the guys in the room as Brad Fulton, a guy you remember as being very critical of sissies ... okay, he was a bully. He tormented guys who weren't as manly as him. So when you see him in the room with you, you do a double take. He's a crossdresser now! Talk about a hypocrite, huh? He must have had some curiosity or desire to be this way. And now, with a world that fully accepts male-to-female transsexualism, Brad can be as much of the woman he always wanted to be.

Charles and that mysterious doctor - they did it. They really did it. And if that part is real, that means ...

You smile, and look at the brown-haired girl standing in front of you. Until now, you didn't realize that you're in a line, waiting to get food. You could tell the girl anything and she would do or believe anything you tell her, and believe it's what she wants. This power over women (18 years old and up) is a power that only you can use, and man, are you going to have a lot of fun with it.

"Excuse me," you say, touching the girl's shoulder.

She turns towards you. "Yes?"

"Kiss me," you tell the complete stranger.

She smiles, then leans in and kisses you, on the lips. After the kiss, she turns back around and moves forward in the line. It works!

You step forward in line as well. "I'm sorry to bother you again ..." you start, causing the girl to turn in your direction again. "But could you please ..."