I opened the tube and twisted it till a column of mesmerizing colorbecame my stepping stone to femininity. I wished Claudette were here toshare this m...ment.I was ready now to take the rollers from my hair. A first for youngWendy. Unrolling the curls I had put into my own hair. The curlers cameout, leaving a roll of hair which almost caused me to cry. I had givenmyself a set. A very small, amateurish set, but I loved the result. Islowly and carefully brushed the curls under in the wanted pageboy. It was done in the usual manner with time-honoured texts, mimeo-regurgitated tests, and essays justified as logical on the most specious pretexts. Poorly attended in both numbers registered and minds present, his classes sucked and were boring as could be.But not this year, Professor Hitherbottom has revised the syllabus and convince the university administration to allow him to experiment in a new approach to teaching and to financial compensation. This year he would receive no salary,. I said good luck to her but thought I may the one needing the luck wearing these snuggly, soft knickers all day.I tried to settle down and take my mind off my current situation and that worked to some extent but every time I moved the knicker fabric rubbed against my cock and it started to erect again. Likewise, every time I went to the toilet and extracted my cock from the knickers I stared to get aroused. I so desperately wanted to have a wank but knew that if I stained them Wendy wouldn’t be. Mr Brownstone had to ask me to cut him some fire wood.” Brittanya giggled at her friend’s misadventure and threw her head back at the sky.She was the best looking girl Dyn had ever seen in Beldem – not that he had ever gone anywhere else than that. With her long jet black hair, her fair skin and her piercing blue eyes, she would have made a slave out of him. But she didn’t want to.From the day she’d been adopted by the mayor, she and Dyn had been the best of friends. Though he had always wanted.