I toldher Pat would be fine and then with a kidding smile I said, "unless I amwearing heels, then Patti would be preferred." She looked me straight on...dead serious, and said, "I can will that." She gave me the dates for theteaching assistant seminars for training us and then said "dresscomfortably, I have told the girls a top and shorts are fine. We willwear lap coats to place everyone into the instructor role.I head back to my off-campus apartment, courtesy of my mom. Sherecognized that I. Seven. Yeah ... her ... that Seven ... the predictor of my condition ... grinned and opened her mouth.“Shut it! Wretch!” I said. She opened up again. “Don’t say it.”Seven and her minions disincorporated. Slightly disgusting ... I’m more at ease than I used to be. I only gagged once ... probably because I wasn’t ready. The Powers that Be don’t give a warning ... they’re just ... there.The refit was slow. It was like the newly found regime was experimenting ... freedom takes a bit of getting used. I balanced the tray with one hand, awkwardly, almost dropping it as I grabbed for the door handle. Pushing my way inside, I stabilised the tray and deposited it on a table just inside the door, twisting to pull the door shut and lock it.As I turned back, I gasped as Alistair (who I expected to still be in bed, snoring peacefully) grabbed my arms, pulling me to him, crushing me into his embrace. And suddenly, his hands were in my hair, his lips bruising mine, his tongue in my mouth, and I was. I got to enjoy a time with most responsibilities done and the assets available to be free to chase fantasy and fetish. So I begin where genie had already moved on in this journey. Renting a room above a sleazy bar with a well-deserved reputation as a gay/drag pickup bar was step one. Getting the room was a combination of kinky college and heaven……..Always blond, totally smooth and hairless below the eyebrows, wearing pantyhose & heels, miniskirt & showing off cleavage. A bit of a buzz always.