"Champagne please," she said. Max found her voice soft and sexy."Coming right up," said the bartender."Nice mask," said Max.The woman smiled and it se...med to light up her face. "Thanks. You too."Max's eyes were drawn to this mysterious woman. Her blonde hair hung in curls over her bare shoulders and down her back. The amazing view of cleavage, unmarred by the necklace she wore, gave Max a naughty sexual shiver. "Did you match the dress to the mask, or the mask to the dress?" Actually, a friend. The door to my classroom opened and Linnaea Griffin walked in. She was my substitute for the rest of the day, a slender, young woman. She had bright, blue eyes, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun that gave her this naughty expression as her fingers immediately slipped out of the dark-blue blazer she wore.“Hey, Linnaea,” I said, smiling as she hung her blazer on a coat rack I'd added to my classroom. Next to it was a cubby shelf holding my female student's clothing in their own slots. “I'm glad. Our school had rented this rather fancy place which was especially made for weddings and events of this type, so it was important that we all looked our best. The Girls normally went overboard by buying dresses costing amounts that could feed poor countries for about a year. My date attended my school and we had agreed to go together at the beginning of the year. She's really pretty too, which is a bonus because I know we'll totally look cool. I'm glad we had set that up as no one knows that. We paused at a bench to give me a rest at about half way, as wesat I wanted to know if the pain was worth it, so I asked if he hadenjoyed me being his girlfriend for the evening. He was clearly pleasedwith my efforts by his body language, but his comments were full ofencouragement. He pleaded with me to be his girlfriend more often, or atleast be more feminine. The one criticism was that I had worn trousers.Why had I not worn a skirt? I explained how I had agreed to thefeminization if I could.