The 18 year old brown haired blue eyed American with a southern accent was curious to learn Japanese, having been fascinated by anime and manga since ...efore he was a teenager.Now, the first chance he had to get away from home, he was going to take it.His parents were, at first, against his decision to attend McGill University in Montreal, Quebec, but they had a program in Japanese and McGill's tuition was much lower than any of the nearby out of state schools that Michael wanted to attend.. The face in the mirror crumples in front of me as I pull it off and arrange my head on the dummy next to me, grabbing a towel and rubbing it through my hair and over my sweat-covered face. That's the worst bit about wearing latex, the feeling afterwards.I look at the face in the mirror, my face. I'm not bad looking I suppose, but I like looking like a girl more. I smile, but it turns into a yawn. I have to get out of this before I can sleep, or I'll be dehydrated by morning, I remind myself. I. Her tail had felt so natural and shedidn't even think about it; now it was part of her and she couldn'timagine not having it. She looked to her face. Diane poked out hertongue, observing how thin and flat it was - not too much how wet.Diane touched her dark moist nose and realized that her face pressedout just subtly enough to appear vaguely like a muzzle.Diane turned around and headed towards her computer, ready to get backon the search for the Orb of Alteration. However, upon sitting down. It was thesize of my forearm, with ropy red ridges along thelength of it, and it had a ruffled fat knob on the endthe size of my closed fist. The knob had an odd slit atthe top, which was oozing nectar or something. I had no idea why I felt all warm and tingly. I onlyknew that the big blossom’s scent was delightful, somuch so that I had to kneel beside it and lean right inclose to take a deep whiff. I was definitely warm now.My face and chest began to flush, and I found my robeunbearably.