"She was right, of course. I promised that I would go on a dietimmediately. Mistress told me that she was going to buy me a corset, andthat I would we...r it 24/7 until I had achieved the perfect sissy figure.I got so excited thinking about this that I started to twitch again. Iwas filled with shame as I confessed my transgression. "Mistress, Ican't help it. Please, lock up my clitty so that I can better serveyou."Mistress laughed and told me to open the nightstand drawer. I gaspedwhen I saw a. Catherine sat down towards the front of the class and braced for the disappointment of seeing what her hero had become.Prof. Baker gave a big, fake smile. “Hello, class. Welcome to the first day of History of Western Fashion. Now I’m sure many here took this class because it was three credits and the average grade the last four years running was an A-. This is a mistake.”There were some mild utterances of disappointment.The professor continued. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not saying this class. Linda critiqued the application as she also tried a new shade. True to form, the first shade was never right. Both ladies wiped off the first layer and tried new wondrous hues.Speaking of critiques, it was time for mine. I noticed Dave had a large metal ice chest centered under a hatch, so I removed my boat shoes, stepped up, and put my head and shoulders through the hatch. Resting my arms and drink on the cabin deck, I was about three feet from Dave.It started."Well hell son, you made some. ”“I am glad you think so, we might just have to follow that cursed Red Dragon half across the galaxy.” I leaned forward.”What I said to Ensign Dybur goes for you as well. I was serious about this.”“Yes, Ma’am and we all think that is really special, but I am not Thauran. I never felt discriminated. My father was a Blue and my mother comes from Mars.” She laughed.”That should explain my rather nice blue complexion, but I lack the natural gorgeous coppery hair of my friend Daia, I mean Ensign.