30 that evening..I checked myself in the mirror, cleanly shaven and white teeth, deoderant (Lynx of course), mints in my left pocket, condoms in my ri...ht (I had snuck in to the medical centre earlier that day to get some) and finally a maths textbook just in-case I had mis-interpreted what she REALLY wanted to do this evening.I walked out my house and down the road, thankfully Lily only lived a few blocks down the road and I reached her house at exactly 6.55. I knocked on the door slightly. My mind acheddesperately for a penis to erect. But to no avail. Claire's however..."I...I can't think straight. Running your hands like that makes me wantto...well you know."I did know, and I felt the same way. It seemed the more feminine my bodybecame, the more my brain followed. But to keep my stamina up, we haddecided not to have sex until the entire transformation was complete.Which meant one thing."We have to do it now. All of it. I have to have you, and it's the onlyway."The. My naked and nude body. Exposed. Exposed for all to see. I relish my body and marvel at each curve, every crack and crevice, dimple and orifice - for all are a part of me and my body. And I am fat. Just the thought of being exposed in front of my therapist has sent goose bumps of fear and trepidation all over my body; and yes, there is excitement too. My body may seem non-sensual as it sags but my curves can certainly be quite voluptuous. Fully clothed I. They were all wearing tartain miniskirts and white see through blouses with no bras, stockings held up with garters (which were on full display) and lacy underwear.‘if youlike looking like prostitutes so much, then i am going to treat you like them,’ she said. there was a knock at the door and miss woode let them in. it was two older pupils, dressed almost exactly as the others, only more.‘ah girls you are right on time to help me teach these girls a lesson,’ she said locking the door.‘Missy?.