You talked with Mark

Mark and you walked back to your rooms together. Jack had vanished right away and Leticia had said that she needed to buy new shoes. The silence between you two on your walk felt awkward, so you began talking. "Sorry again for what I did to you yesterday. I shouldn't have treated you like shit, when you were worried about me."

"Don't worry about it." Mark replied. Again there was silence, until he continued. "How did it come to that?"

"Well, Frank brainwashed me into doing whatever sexual somebody told me, and Lexi realized it right away. She treated me with it and made me act like I was her roommate."

"So that's why you are dressed like a schoolgirl."

"At first it wasn't so bad, even a little exciting. But she soon **** me into submission and made me do things I didn't wanted."

"So that's how it was."

"If I knew a way out, I would have taken it. But I didn't. So all I could was do as she told me." You remembered the past, what felt more like a dream than reality. "And it isn't like I was totally against it from the start. The attention she gave me, the way she made me try out being a girl. I think if she didn't pushed forward so fast, she may have made me really want to become one."

"I understand."

"The way she looked at me, when she revealed how I would look like as a girl ..." Your thoughts were drifting off and you could feel the excitement of that time once again. Your penis was getting a little hard and your nipples grew inside of your bra. Deep in thoughts about the excitement you let your desire control you. One hand went to your half-exposed chest and begin fondling it, while your other hand moved down to your groin and touched your hardening manhood. You bit on your lips to suppress a light moan.

"Enough!" Mark suddenly yelled and stopped.

Surprised you got out of your thoughts, took your hands of yourself and looked puzzled at your friend. "Mark?"

"If I had known you enjoyed being a girl so much, I wouldn't had gone so far to get you out of it!" Mark was really angry, but not at you, but at himself.

"Wait, what?" You were surprised. "You did what? For me to get out of it?"

Mark's angry eyes glared at you.