Training Day 1

I awoke to an eerily empty house and scent of bacon, eggs and toast in the dining room. I was still naked as I went out to check out this meal my daughter had prepared. On the table, along with the delicious meal was a clothing box and a note. "If you'd like to continue what we started yesterday, put this on and meet me at the address on the back of this note. If not, keep the clothes inside and I will see you tonight. Love you, Mom! And either way, thank you so much for yesterday. It was fun."

Alison had signed it and put little x's and o's for hugs and kisses. Inside the box was a Japanese sailor school uniform. I did notice the skirt was a little shorter than it should be, but not much. After eating breakfast and getting some coffee in me, I took a shower and put on some deoderant. I even took time to brush my tail and trim out any silver fur that I could find. Which wasn't easy against my pure white fur. I then went ahead and put on that uniform and was quite impressed by how well it fit. The tail hole was tie, which was a bit of a pain in the ass to secure, but I got it without too much trouble.

As I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door, I was once again impressed with out adorable I looked. "She does have the best taste," I told myself. I refrained from wearing panties and a bra because...the set didn't include any. It had shocks and shoes, but no underwear, so I assmued I wasn't supposed to wear any.

Not wanting to show anything off to the neighbors, I threw on long coat that could easily be taken off when I got to my destination. Heading out to my car, I found another note on the driver's seat of my car. "Good girl. Now, when you get to the destination, simply state your name at the front desk. Or, simply hand them the attatched card. It's a sort of highly advanced room key. It has all the information on it."

Alrighty. I entered the address into my car's navigation and casually followed it to a part of town I was rather unfamiliar with. Wound up pulling up to what looked like an old hotel. Smelled like one, too, complete with the scent of a contininal breakfast still being served. I walked over to the front desk where a lovely young fox was waiting, not really wearing anything out of place. I assumed the front end was for show. Not that prostitution or escorts were illegal here, but keeping up the look of a normal business was still practiced a lot from the times when it was illegal.

"Hello. ma'am, how may I help you?" she greeted and I simply handed her the card, mostly to see how it worked. Taking it she slipped it into a slot on her keyboard and typed a few commands. "Alright. Mrs. Ringold, weclome. All you need to do is go over to the elevators and simply touch your card to the panel next to it. It will do the rest.

"Thank you," I said taking the card back from the woman.

"You're welcome and have fun," she called after me as I left. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I headed to the elevator.

An elevator with no call buttons. There was a metal strip where the buttons should be but there was no buttons. Looking at the card, I shrugged and tried touched it to the panel and instantly the door slid open to an empty carriage. "Fancy."

As I stepped into the box, the doors slid closed and the holographic image of a red panda with small breasts and wider hips greated me. She was roughly my height, too. "Greetings, Katherine Ringold, and welcome to Mystic Realms Escorts. We specialise in literally making any fantasy you have come true. To do this, we use an large amount of magic to create Gateways to different realms. On rare occassions, stepping through the Gateways can make one nacious. Because of this, you'll notice a bathroom or something similar immediately to your dominate hand where you can throw up. There is also medication in there that will elviate these symptoms. Our ultimate goal is your pleasure not your discomfort. We apologize in advance if you feel unwell. All return doors are marked with a pink EXIT sign no matter what realm you're in. The safe word for your realm, Katherine Ringold, as determined by your partner, Alison, is Pickles.

"Rules for this session:

1. You will refer to Alison as Miss Truman.

2. You will do whatever she says like a good girl.

3. As always, you will have fun.

Disclaimer: Mystic Realms does NOT condone **** or **** **** to actual living people. To help separate the real people from the fantasy, NPCs will all be heavily stylized. We understand that sometimes you want to interact with these NPCs and you can, but changing the look of the people is the best solution we could come up with.

If you agree to all these terms, please say 'I understand and agree.'"

"I understand and agree," I said.

"Good girl. Now, you enjoy your stay," the hologram vanished and I just had to give it a weird look.

I never felt the elevator move, but the doors slid open again and, stepping through the doors, I found myself in what appeared to be an actual Japanese school. Looking behind me, I had to nod in respect at the bright pink, neon "EXIT" sign above the elevators which now looked like the double doors to the school.

The card chimed and I was surprised to find myself now holding an old blue flip phone with a charm of a white wolf with orange spirals on its head dangling from it. Flipping open the phone, I was greeted with my schedule. Home Room 2-A was marked with a little arrow next to it. I just started moving when the bell rang, causing me to hurry.