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Owen had already discarded the baggy pullover before the car left the
academy’s parking lot. Delicate fingers undid a few buttons of the
oversized white shirt, revealing creamy breasts cradled by a lacy silk
bra. The tinted windows provided privacy as he discarded his male
uniform. Only his driver Brandi would be privy to his change.
“Where
to, miss?” The driver asked as Owen flicked his hair and let it tumble
down past his shoulders. He so hated having to hide it everyday in a
bun. It was still preferable to having to answer questions. His lovely
locks took meticulous care to maintain, especially considering he had
to make it look like he didn’t care. Yet it was all worth it after the
day when he felt it tickle the back of his neck. A little more of his
true self let loose.
“I’m meeting someone at The Oasis,” Owen
told Brandi, voice already growing softer and breathy. Yasmina was
surfacing, taking over and emerging from within Owen’s mind as he
revealed the hidden feminine charms underneath his uniform. Exquisitely
flawless skin, a slender waist and modest curves grown from careful
hormone treatments. She had been mindful to keep her body hidden but it
was getting more difficult. Yasmina’s curves had grown too obvious and
distinct to keep contained. Luckily graduation was only a few months
away and then she could stop pretending to be male.
Still, the
routine would do for now. Brandi always brought Yasmina an ideal outfit
to change into and today was no different. The white and gray patterned
skirt shimmied over Yasmina’s hips and hugged them deliciously. No
doubt her date would love seeing her coltish legs while she swayed about
in her stilettos. It was paired with a matching jacket that gave the
outfit a touch of class and provided Yasmina with something to cover her
cleavage. However, she wanted her girls in full view - both for her
date and for any other men that might want a look.
The
beautification ritual always relaxed Yasmina. The feeling of earrings
swinging from her ears reminded her of how feminine she had become. She
never rushed, giving herself time to fully submerge herself within the
privilege of a woman’s beauty. Her confidence always emerged as she
applied cosmetics to accent her doll-like features. By the time Yasmina
swiped the mascara wand over her lashes, there was no trace of the boy
who had gotten into the back of the car. A stunningly flawless
socialite checked the straps of her heel to make sure it was secure.
She was excited; her date Eric was handsome and very capable. Of
course, he was well established - older men tended to be. He promised
to take Yasmina shopping after an early dinner, and she hoped he would
want a night cap later on in the evening. She was sure he would be
happy with a young, vibrant bombshell on his arm, just like all her
other suitors.
