You find it's the 'other' women who hold your attention.

Chapter by Mr. George on writing.com

You smile shyly back at the male admirers, tugging your head scarf to hide your blushes. But, you're mortified to find it's the other women who hold your attention. Constantly drawing your eye as they shift. As a womanly woman, you're fascinated by those with subtler curves that still embrace their femininity.

You find your mind drifting, as fantasies play out. They're more intimate and detailed than you like. It all puts paid to the idea that it's your mind that's guiding the intrigue. This is definitely Djamila who wants these women, as you squirm. Feeling the horniness build, intensifying and aching to submit and surrender. This isn't the lesbian fantasy you imagined or wanted to picture.

Somehow, this submission is terrifying. Being the girlier girl, and craving the command of a mistress, a lover, a dominatrix.

Suddenly, your head snaps about, as you feel exposed and vulnerable. If you stay in Djamila's body too long, you might be swept away by these thoughts and not want to leave her body. The hunt for your mistress is on.

1. You try to pull yourself from Djamila's body, as the resistance builds...
2. You return to your own flesh, feeling the closeness of the almost trapped!
3. Djamila rises up, taking control, and displacing you from the controls...
4. Mortified, you flee the lecture, only just remembering to grab your notes.
5. Something else...