The Tuesday and Thursday class was Public Speaking, and the teacher was an over-weight, middle-aged man who wore pancake make-up and a very bad wig. A... the first session, he had each student stand in alphabetical order and introduce him or herself. Vixen was glad she had worn clean Levis and her baggy Princeton sweatshirt when she came to the front of the class and said her name, told them where she was from and said she was looking forward to a very interesting semester. She smiled and made. Growing up, were you close?”“Oui. Tréy close.”“Example?”“Well ... you know how some folks, archeologists and such, extrapolate that girls mature sooner than boys?”“Go on.”“Trish was the one that taught Froggy and me how to ... um, you know.” Oops.Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had. So as I was already wearing my black patent thigh highs,7 inch heels, my rubber vest top and latex bustier and my shoulder length rubber gloves in black,just told him to come in and lets get busy,so we went up to the bedroom and as I was pulling on my black rubber head mask,he had stripped and turned so I could see his cock,it was gorgeous,big,thick and growing as I watched it,twitching and standing up,could feel my butt twitch as I watched it swell and grow,as his hard on grew his foreskin. I looked down to my torso and was amazed at how thin and muscular my abdomen had become. Then I noticed my chest. I could see I had small breasts under the bandages. I had an incredible desire to explore them further, but I decided that should wait."You are all done, Cory," Dr Geringer announced proudly as he walked in the room. "I have removed the tube from your throat. Now only your groin area, hips and chest are covered with my special healing bandages to expedite your recovery. You should.