You "go with the flow" as always ... Thoughts, actions ... this is not for you - there are people who decide your fate instead of you ...

In the following weeks, your sessions with Miss Fernandez became longer.

One of these days Miss Fernandez introduced you to a new toy, your first butt plug. At first, you hardly let her into your ass, but then you got used to it and you began to get high from the feeling of pleasant fullness.

One day at the college building (after a lecture) Miss Fernandez introduced you to a serious-looking, muscular black man who had come in a Mercedes to pick up Miss Fernandez after work.

"Meet Billy. This is my boyfriend, his name is Gerald Crouse."

You were just stealing glances at Miss Fernandez's boyfriend. He gave you half-contemptuous glances, as if judging you. Once your eyes crossed, and you became uneasy. There was something about him that was attractive and alluring. Perhaps the feminine essence awakening in you was drawn to him.

Suddenly Miss Fernandez said, "Billy, you're coming to visit me today. Gerald will give us a ride in his car. Mind you, Billy! I won't take no, ha, ha!"

But before you got into the car, Miss Fernandez called you and with a conspiratorial wink, led you to the ladies' room. When we closed in the booth, she took out a dress from the bag and invited you to put it on. In your heart you were delighted, you could not wait to throw off these boring boyish things and put on something more suitable for me.

“But Gerald will take us,” you exclaimed.

"Don't worry, we've already discussed your progress with him and I even showed him a little home video," replied Ms. Fernandez smiling.

You were embarrassed and you did not ask what exactly she was showing Gerald. You did wear the dress, after all. The weightless fabric, as if caressing the body, hugged you, and Miss Fernandez helped to zip up the back. Everything seemed to fall into place. In a dress, you felt much more natural and confident, and even the prospect of appearing in front of an unfamiliar man in a full female image did not bother you.

When we left the booth, Ms. Fernandez helped you with a simple makeover. Finished the image with a black bob wig. After 20 minutes, instead of a boy, a real girl came out of the toilet arm in arm with Miss Fernandez. The short dress barely covered the elastic of your stockings.