I'm just a sissy who got caught in the wrong uniform. I failed to reclaimmy rep. I knew this wouldn't work but goddamit why didn't I try anythingto be...a bit of a rebel at least? I'm dead. My school life is over. Ishould transfer. I should move to Canada. We arrive at the office. Ms.Annerson, the receptionist, looks at me and laughs loudly. I die a littlemore. We walk past her and into Hennell's office. He leaves his dooropen."Mister Feller," he emphasizes, "wearing the girl's uniform is the. We did a private chat which went something like this –Me: Hi, Riya.Riya: Hi, darling.Me: Can I ask you something?Riya: Sure.Me: Is Riya your real name?Riya: Does it matter?Me: No. But I wanted to know your real name.Riya: Honey, you can call me by any name you like. I will still respond to you. ;)I liked the way she approached me. I did not want girls to flirt with me in an artificial way just because I paid them. But also, I didn’t want them to take advantage and treat me like a desperate. She slowly works in one finger, then two then beginsworking in the beads. "Now slave, from what I have read you will need tobegin to train these muscles to accept what I offer. It doesn't really matterto me but it will make it much less painful on you." "Be a good boy whileI'm gone and who knows, maybe I'll bring home a little surprise for you."She kisses me on the forehead and walks out the door. Wow! I thought. She isreally into this but I knew in the back on my mind that she would be back. ” “I’d heard them before.” “Then why’d you borrow them?” “Different recordings.” She laughed again, “I figured you were sweet on me after you lent me the Chausson.” “Yes, you read me right.” “So I made a little hint.” “And when I didn’t immediately take it...” “I gave you a bigger hint.” She giggled, “God, I felt like such a slut, but I wanted to know yes or no before you left.” Eventually I was hard again. She stroked and kissed me as I rubbed her lips, and when she was ready she.