You agree to their friendly offer… You really need to relax today.

You have calmed down somewhat and allowed Eva and Diana to guide your actions.

It is quite logical for you: what could be better than relying on someone else to help you solve your own problems?

It is convenient. It does not require thought and tension of willpower. You have long been accustomed to living this way – there was always someone next to you who knew better what you needed to do at a particular moment in time.

And now two beautiful and graceful young girls offer you their sincere friendly help…

Obviously, there are simply no reasons for a negative answer.

Indeed, why don’t you relax on this sunny Saturday?

Let all your worries recede into the background: studying at college, working in a cafe, the events of last night…

It is time to relax and cast aside worries.

Eva and Diana are inspecting your extensive wardrobe of women's underwear and women's clothing.

For many hours, the three of you are busy trying on and discussing women's clothing.

More precisely, you are the "catwalk model" in this situation. Your two friends are making an "expert" stylistic assessment and discussing your appearance.

Moreover, most of their assessments are complimentary in relation to your feminine appearance. You try on new examples of women's panties, thongs, women's bras over and over again. Your body is reflected in a large mirror on the wall... And your body has not at all masculine proportions (the words about a plump sexy butt are not at all fiction; fatty deposits in the chest area are very similar to the boobs of a young girl - and these boobs are not small, rather they are of average size).

When your gaze examines your reflection in the mirror, what do you see?

The silhouette of a slightly frightened and embarrassed young girl who is choosing a thong and a bra for herself.

The only atypical element of your appearance is your pathetic flaccid tiny penis and your testicles, which are so miniature that it is not easy to notice their presence.

Diana occasionally makes fun of your "male sexual organ".

At these moments, you blush with shame, but deep down you yourself realize that your pseudo-penis has no grounds at all to claim any masculine status. It is nothing more than a funny miniature appendage, the appearance of which only emphasizes your tenderness, weakness and femininity. An additional argument: you have forgotten the last time you achieved orgasm solely by masturbating your weewee. It was probably many months ago.

So, after many hours, you finally picked out (with the help of two of your girlfriends) the items of clothing that you will wear today.

White silk thong (your old black thong needs washing for obvious reasons...).

A delicate white lace bralette (you are ashamed to admit it, but there were also drops of dried sperm on the old black bra…).

A women's checkered miniskirt (you initially wanted to wear something more modest, but Eva and Diana convinced you with a stream of compliments about the slimness and beauty of your legs…).

A women's checkered top.

White women's knee-highs.

Black high-heeled shoes (you have already mastered the art of walking in women's shoes with heels; oddly enough, this fact evokes something like… pride in your mind?!).

After putting on your clothes, you, with the help of Eva and Diana, quickly did your makeup.

Skin creams…

Bright pink lipstick…

Mascara…

Eye shadows…

After all these procedures, friendly conversations, trying on clothes, jokes and laughter, you really feel more psychologically comfortable…

You even got used to the fact that Eva and Diana address you using only the female name "Alice". This slightly embarrasses you… But in principle, there is nothing wrong with this, right?

Your thoughts: "All these are just words… And anyway… Alice is a beautiful name…"

So, the three of you leave the student dormitory building and go for a walk around the city.