I knew now that he found my body desirable, I knew that he was turned on by pretending to be with his mother, and here I had the chance to make our un...ittingly shared fantasy a reality. If I dared, any way. I bit my lip. In the chat, he'd told me he particularly liked a certain set of blue lingerie; I'd pretended I was wearing it for him, even though I'd stayed in my comfortable summer robe. I slipped back into my room, dressed in that lingerie, and then rubbed at my crotch, working some of the. I’ve been watching you for a long time; I know your husband is out of town, and I know your faggot son isn’t here, so it’s just you and me isn’t it?” She nodded slowly again. “If you don’t want your shitty little life to end tonight you will need to comply with every instruction I give you, understood?” She nodded cautiously. “I will only give you an instruction once. If you don’t do as you’re told I’ll cut you! Do I need to give you a demonstration now so that you understand I’m serious?” This. I know they are. It’s not anything you’ve done or said. There are no marks on me exposing a wound. There is just emotion. “Please talk to me, what did I do?” With tears in my eyes all I can do is press my head against your chest. “…hold me” is all I can mutter as tears start to leave their wet trail down my cheeks. “Oh, Michelle, I’m so sorry, please talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I say nothing; just press myself against you keeping my arms pulled tight up against my chest, almost as. " I replied that I had thought she wasanother student. "Oh no," she laughed. "I am a specialist in making boysfeel more like girls. But I have my own business in doing this. Usuallythe client pays for the service, but this year I have been employed bythe college for a few weeks."My new outfit certainly made me feel more girly, and actually made mefeel more confident in a skirt. After all, If anyone did get a glance upmy skirt, they would not see any evidence of my maleness!We spent the day.