Hard. His tongue slips into her mouth and thrusts into hers in a way that has her mind reeling. She shoves back and huffs, “NO, Danny. I’m mad at ...ou right now,”“I’m sorry,” Danny says as he kisses her neck, nibbling at the soft flesh and she moans lightly. He knows she’s getting horny, but her anger won’t let her succumb. He slides his hands under her sweater and yanks it up and off her head, leaving her in her bra and short shorts, and completely stunned.“Danny!” she cries when he grabs her. The guys were lusting after me. The girls gave me such dirty looks. Well, all the girls except Britney, an exchange student from England. She had black hair that framed her round face, her lips small and pursed tight. She had a considering expression as I took my seat beside her. Her eyes flicked me up and down. I didn't much like it. She had joined in on saying mean things about my social media. Maybe Master should teach her a lesson, too.“So many strange things are going on at our college,”. The skin around myeyes was blackened by smudged mascara and eye liner. I washed my face,dried myself and went to the toilet where I sat down to pee. The moment Isat on the toilet a hot rush rose from my chest and my body temperatureseemed to rise by 20 degrees. At the same time a wave of femininity ranthrough me, almost like an erotic jolt had been passed through my body.The rush was far more intense than anything I had experienced during mythree years of oestrogen treatment and I could tell it. There was a sparkly basque, a pairof black silk panties, some fishnet stockings, some white high heeledshoes, a make-up kit and a French Maid's outfit. So she had bought mea matching outfit!I had lost the bet and I was a man of my word so I realized I was goingto have to wear this stuff but I had no idea how to put on any of thisstuff.I had stripped down to my panties and was looking hopelessly at it whenher friend Charlie who was already dressed as a French Maid introducedhimself to me."Hi. .