Back to your room.

After your fun with Poppy you'd needed a visit to the washroom to clean youself up. By the time you'd emerged from cleaning yourself Gemma had made the purchases and was chatting and flirting with the goth salesgirl. You feel a pang of jealousy as you see the two giggling and touching hands, but your encounter with Poppy is fresh in your mind and the possibility of her future inclusion in your relationship with Gemma wouldn't meet with any objection from you.

Gemma's purchases are already bagged up and you judge from the size of the bags that your mistress has bought more than just the two outfits that you each tried on. You wonder what surprises she has for you and feel a shiver of arousal at the thought of new sextoys hidden away to be revealed in the future.

Once you're safely back at your dormroom with Gemma you pester your mistress for a peek at what new goodies she has bought.

"Mmmm, looks like I've created a monster." Gemma laughs as you plead for a look at what is in the bags. "All in good time Doe. Some of this is for our visit to the club and I want it to be a surprise."

You pout and sulk. Gemma laughs and pulls you to the bed. Holding you tight she kisses you and you find it impossible to keep your sulky mood once your in her arms. Gemma makes you promise not to look in the bag before the night of the fetish club. Once you've reluctantly promised your dominant lover you are rewarded. Gemma slowly peels off your clothes, kissing each piece of skin as it's exposed. Once you're naked and tingling all over from the caress of Gemma's lips on your flesh she lies you back on the bed.

"You've been very good today." Gemma tells you, slowly undressing herself. "The perfect little sub I've dreamed about."

Being referred to as a submissive still seems odd, but you can't really deny that you find playing this role to Gemma exciting. As she strips off and stands above you, her athletic slim body thrills you and all you can imagine is her touch. She lies next to you and you kiss once more as her fingers trace your thigh and find their way to your pussy.

"Good behaviour needs rewarding." Gemma tells you, her lips nuzzling yours. "In your case maybe doubly rewarding. Your female side for being so delightfully submissive in the presence of a stranger and your male side for being so patient and remaining hidden."

Gemma's fingers enter you as she speaks, their path as always well lubricated from the wetness welling up from your depths whenever Gemma touches you. Once she begins to fingerfuck you, your first orgasm comes swiftly. Barely a dozen thrusts of the three fingers she has inside you and your flesh quivers and your hips buck as excited little moans of pleasure escape your full lips to be smothered by your mistress's kisses.

"This time I'll not be rationing your orgasms Doe." Gemma informs you. "Tonight I'll be rewarding both of you."

Gemma replaces her fingers with her mouth, her lips kissing your slick pussylips as her hot tongue delves inside to taste the sweet juice. You last a little longer this time, but under Gemma's skillfull mouth are soon stifling your cries as your body is wracked by another orgasmic haze. Two more orgasms follow at a more leisurely pace, your mistress unhurried as she brings you off with mouth and fingers. After your fourth you feel your change taking hold. Gemma cradles you in her arms as your skin ripples and your limbs achingly twist as you transform into your male form.

"Welcome back John." Gemma says. "How does it feel to be back in that body?"

You lie panting from the spent energy of the transformation and consider the question. This form is what you've always regarded as your true self, but now it feels odd and familiar simultaneously. Something like slipping on an old coat that you havn't worn in years.

"It feels kind of strange." You admit. "That has been the longest I've been female in years. I always ran off to hide and frigged myself off until I changed back to male as soon as possible."

"Like the saying goes; you have to walk a mile in a stranger's shoes to understand them." Gemma says softly. "Now you've walked much farther in Doe's high heels, how do you feel?"