"Here," said Mum and laid a black skirt and a pale blue t-shirt on thebed. "Save your best dress for this afternoon." She raised her eyebrows."Can the...diva manage to find some tights and underwear on her own?"I mumbled something while staring at the skirt. I couldn't wear a skirt.Could I?I glanced at the mirror, but it held no mysteries this morning, asidefrom a dark haired girl who looked like a slim, female version of the fatkid I'd been yesterday. I pushed hair back from my face; it was soft. I therefore needed only to style it properly. I knew that it would be difficult to do it myself, so I had been up early and gone to a hairdresser nearby. This felt like a last rehearsal before the big show, and as I walked down the street, acting as a girl, I saw to my relief none of the laughing faces or pointing fingers I had imagined would meet me. The hairdresser chatted on while dyeing and curling my hair, never figuring out that she wasn’t servicing a girl. My heart was beating rapidly,. Then she noticed something. A pair of keys dangled from a single ring that was taped to the mirror's luxurious frame. There was a note attached to the ring. It simply read "boots."Claire walked out of the bathroom, her feet encased only in the smooth fabric of her catsuit. She dutifully put her boots in one of the two corners of the room that she could reach, out of the way."Good." Adrian glanced up from his book. "So you can see how slutty you look."Claire nodded, humming in agreement."There's. I let that play on my mind as he moved himself between my thighs. “Lara, baby this is perfect. Okay just breath, relax.” I nodded at him. I felt the pressure as the head of his hard cock pushed against my hymen. I braced myself feeling him stretch me, it was uncomfortable and then bam a huge shot of pain went through me. I let out a cry and whimper. “Good girl, I’m inside now. I’m not going to move so your cunny can get used to me inside.” It felt strange, painful yet it felt right. Slowly he.