It seemed like a long day on Tuesday at university and even though the lessons were as interesting as usual, it was as if the hands of my watch were standing still. At the end of the final theology session, I rush towards the metro and take the road to the apartment.Once home, it is only 6:00 p.m. so I will have time to prepare myself for my 8:30 p.m. meeting with Mr. Dubout. My mother is on call tonight so she won't be coming home, so I can take advantage of her dressing room to choose my outfit. Initially, I had considered taking a bag to my appointment and changing on the spot. However, after reflection, I tell myself that it is much more exciting to arrive as a woman to surprise her. The difficulty, not to say the challenge, is to manage to get there without meeting someone from the building who could recognize me in my disguise. I tell myself that the easiest way will be to use the back stairs instead of the elevator. This staircase, formerly reserved for house staff who worked for the different families of the building, is only used today by the few students who occupy the maid's rooms on the top floor. There is therefore little risk of meeting someone famous!So I am naked in my mother's room, choosing what to wear to disguise myself. To be credible, I decide to put on a black underwired bra so as to make myself like a beautiful breast. While rummaging a little in the drawers of lingerie, I find a superb black and red garter belt. I bandage just to touch it and tie it around my waist. When I put on the stockings and tie them to the garters, it is far from relieving my tension. As for thongs, I'm spoiled for choice. I choose a black one that draws me beautiful muscular buttocks but I have a little difficulty in accommodating my bandaged penis.Now you have to choose what I'm going to put on top of it. For the top, I take a blouse that is easy to button up and I decide on a little flared skirt that is easy to put on. Now all you have to do is put on the heels that Monsieur Dubout gave me. For the rest, I quickly go on the internet to see the secrets of successful makeup. Then, in front of the bathroom mirror, once my face is well washed, I apply a light layer of foundation to give myself a little tanned look. Then I tackle the eyebrows and eyes with a little mascara and eye shadow. Once I have my blonde wig, all I have to do is put on some lipstick to complete my transformation. In the mirror, I find myself very believable as a young woman!Around 8:25 p.m., I open the door to our apartment which opens onto the service staircase and I strain my ears to check that no one is going up there. Once it's done, I go up the steps one by one, being careful not to twist my ankles. When you're not a real woman, walking in high heels is no picnic! When I knock on Monsieur Dubout's door, it takes a good minute for him to come and open the door to me and my heart is racing as I wait in front of his door. If someone sees me like this, what will people think of me? As soon as my host opens the door, I rush inside. Monsieur Dubout immediately put me to help - Hello my beautiful! You are really very sexy and very believable. Come to the living room, we'll have something to drink.In the room, there is only an oriental lamp which diffuses a subdued red light and makes the place very intimate. He serves me a small port and then sits in front of me. We start to chat and I cross my legs like I imagine a woman would. I see immediately that he looks at me from head to toe and devours me with his eyes. During the conversation, he said to me - Thank you for the photos of your mother. Does the product seem to have worked if I'm correct?I answer her - Yes, she actually fell asleep quickly and I was able to take the photos without any problem.He continues - Didn't you try to take more daring photos? It was the perfect opportunity!I have no idea if he believes my lie- No, I didn't want to take the risk of waking her up. He continues - Did you bring me the rest of the bottle? It should not be left lying around anywhere!Again I lie to him - To tell the truth, there are none left! I was so hesitant when it came time to do this that I was shaking with fear and spilled the bottle on the kitchen table after putting the drops in her coffee.He seems to believe me and answers me - It does not matter!When I got to my third or fourth glass of port, he threw a DVD on his television and I quickly understood that it was an erotic film. He sits down next to me and begins to stroke my legs. On the TV screen, it's a young woman in a business suit who is sitting between two mature men caressing and kissing her.Excited by the film and the caresses, I uncrossed my legs and Mr. Dubout took the opportunity to go up to my thighs. He gives me a big smile when he discovers that I have stockings held up by garters. He congratulates me - Perfect! You are a good little female as I like. I'm sure you'll learn to play your role very quickly.The fact that he speaks to me in the feminine, as if I were a girl, turns me on even more. I answer him - Yes, Mr. Dubout, I really want to learn to behave as you wish.He kisses me on the mouth then says - Call me Henri. And me, what should I call you miss?I answer him - Davina! It will be very good!He is now more enterprising, takes possession of my mouth and caresses me under my skirt. I then decide to do a little striptease act for him. I stand up, turn my back to her and slowly undo my blouse and throw it at her. Then, still slowly, I slide my little skirt down my legs and throw him. Still from the back, I undulate the rump, I stroke my chest and buttocks. When I turn around, he is naked and his cock is raised proudly like a banner.On the screen, the two men have undressed the young girl who turns out to be a transvestite and they are taki ...

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