The girl in my mirror looked tired and happy. Next day there was anexercise bike in the piano room. There was also a shelf of sciencefiction books. So...eone knew my tastes very well. I was alone for quite afew days while the soreness went away. There were a few more lipsticks. Anail file appeared and I began to file and shape my nails. I had dressed in girl-clothes before, but always with fear of discovery.Now I reveled in my appearance. I started walking with more grace,practicing feminine. I nervously crossed and uncrossed my legs. I spread them wide and then I closed them up tight. Nothing seemed to faze him as he droned on about the monolithic age. History, to me was B-O-R-I-N-G, boring.“That’s it for today,” were the magical words I needed to hear. I was all set to get out of there, when the Professor looked my way and asked if I might stop by his office. Great. The perv still wants to see me.I slipped into his office and closed the door behind me.“Did you want to see me?” I. ...it's...unbelievable," she gasped"The trials on male subjects have however proven to have no effect!That it works on females only. Well that is until you, so what does thatmake you Davina......certainly not an alpha male" he smiledI blushed deep red, I hopped from foot to foot, my cock dripped pre-comeand I almost climaxed at the humiliation of my predicament. Was I reallysome kind of effeminate male? My reaction to this drug seemed to provethis. I shuddered and squirmed with joy....yes. I began to masturbate imagining that my favorite dildo was a big thick doggie cock. For a year I carried my secret fantasy around, unable to tell anyone for fear of what others would say. It wasn't until I met my current boyfriend that I even thought my fantasy could become a reality. I should probably tell you about myself. My name is Alexia. I'm a petite, busty blonde. I'm just over 5'1 with 36DD breasts. I would say that my breasts and ass are my best features. I'm not a slim figured woman,.