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The Apprenticeship of Amanda - Part Two After eating supper, Amanda went to her bedroom. She put her backpack on her desk, and set about to make herself more comfortable. She took her pantyhosed feet out of her open toe slides. She took off her baby tee and tossed it in a clothes hamper. Next, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and sent it to join her shirt in the hamper. Her young 32 B size breasts jutted out from her nubile body, free from their bonds. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. She tossed it into the hamper with her foot. She looked at herself in the mirror, clad only in her suntan, sheer to waist pantyhose. Her pussy tingled with the memory of what had happened earlier that day. She reached between her legs and passed her hand over her sex. Her eyes rolled back and let out a soft moan. She started to take them off but decided against it. She posed and ran her hands sensually over her thighs. Mistress Sandara was right, she thought. I never realized how sensual and sexy pantyhose could be. Amanda started to walk toward her closet door to get a robe, but stopped and decided to use the powers that had been granted her that afternoon. She thought about the closet door opening, and it swung open seemingly of its own accord. Telekinetically shuffling clothes hangers around, she selected a floor length white robe, lifted it off its hangar, and floated it to her grasp. She willed the door to close, and it obeyed her whim. The feeling of power was very exciting for her, and caused her to have a warm feeling in her crotch. She slipped on the robe, tied it, and walked to her desk, enjoying the feel of her pantyhosed legs brushing against one another as she went. She sat down at her desk, took some books and notebooks out of her backpack and started doing her homework. She may have been a witch, but she was also a straight-A student. After a while, she had got through most of it, and was putting the finishing touches on her physics homework. Most schoolwork was easy for her, but Amanda had to work fairly hard to keep an A in that class. The extra credit question on her assignment called for an explanation of permittivity. She looked in her physics book but couldn't seem to find a useful explanation. Her eyes sparked with an idea. She would get some help with her homework. Standing, she raised her hands above her head and brought them to her sides slowly. Raising the power within her, she focused her energy and did an incantation. The rising cone of power made her pussy tingle. She spoke the final word, and appearing in a puff of smoke was a ghostly figure of an old man. He had fly-away white hair and mustache, and wore wrinkled slacks, a shirt with the sleeves unbuttoned, and a plain sweater vest. "Professor Einstein," Amanda called, "I need your help." "Gott in Himmel!" the ghostly old man exclaimed. "Vat ist happenink?" "I called you here to help solve a problem," Amanda explained. "Vell, child, proceed. I vas contemplating ze mysteries of der Universe mit Carl Sagan und Isaac Newton venn you pulled me away. God does not play dice mit ze Universe, and neither should you, child!," he admonished. "OK," she conceded. "Can you explain the concept in physics of permittivity?" "Ja," the old man responded, anxious to answer her question and return as soon as possible from whence he came. "Permittivity ist used in certain equations dealing mit electromagnetic radiation. Ze speed of light varies, almost imperceptibly, mit ze medium through vich it travels. Light moves faster through vacuum than through air. It determines ze speed of light through a given medium. Does zat answer your question?" "Yes", Amanda smiled. "It's exactly what I needed!" She raised her arms and called on her power again. "I issue you a license to depart to the other side, harming none as you go." The old man faded from view and was gone. "Amanda!", her mother called from the hallway, "Who are you talking to in there?" "It's just my computer, Mom!," Amanda called back. "Oh. Good night, dear!" "Good night, Mom!" She returned to her desk, wrote down the answer to the bonus question, and put away her homework. She then leaned back in her chair and reflected on all that had happened to her today. It made her very excited, especially how sexually aroused she became when she used her powers. Amanda got up, went over to her bed and lay down. She pulled the robe back to expose her pantyhose covered legs, hips, ass, and pussy. She reached between her legs and began to stroke her pussy through her pantyhose. Her pantyhose crotch got really wet and she began to moan softly. Her free hand stroked her silky, nylon clad legs as she played with herself. She moved her hand inside her pantyhose and inserted a finger into her pussy and began thrusting it, remembering the way Sandara had fingered and fucked her earlier that day. The memory turned her on even more, and she began thrusting harder. She felt her pleasure rise, higher and higher, until her body suddenly began to shake with uncontrollable pleasure as the orgasm cascaded through her body. Her juices flowed freely, totally soaking the crotch of her pantyhose. She relaxed and sighed. She looked at the clock and realized she needed to get ready for bed. She took a shower, brushed her teeth and hair, put on a blue sleepshirt and matching silky panties and went to bed. The next morning, Amanda's alarm clock went off. She stirred, and suddenly it flew off her bedside table, seemingly of its own accord, landing on the far side of her room. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and looked and saw where the alarm clock had landed. "Did I do that?", Amanda asked herself. She stretched and got out of her bed. Putting on her robe, she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, fix her hair, and put on her makeup. When she was done, she came out and began to get dressed. Walking to her dresser, she opened up the top drawer, reached in and pulled out a white lacy bra and matching panties. She noticed the half dozen rolls of pantyhose sitting to one side in her drawer. She selected a pair that was suntan, regular top, and sandalfoot. She sat in her computer chair and put them on. Rolling up one leg, she stuck her left foot in it and pulled the sheer hose up her leg just past her knee, and did the same with the other leg. She stood and worked the pantyhose up her thighs, and over her ass, hips, and pussy. What am I going to wear, she thought. Then she remembered the wardrobe spell that Sandara has demonstrated to her yesterday. Amanda stood in front of her full length mirror, concentrated, and snapped her fingers. She was now wearing a red short sleeve top, a denim miniskirt, and white wedge quarter strap sandals. She snapped her fingers again. This time a multicolored peasant blouse, a black knee length skirt with slits on each side, and the black step in slides she wore yesterday. She smiled. Another snap of the fingers produced a white short tank dress with a red rose print, and red mules with 2" heels. After yet another snap, she was clad in a white button up long sleeve shirt, a black miniskirt with a matching blazer, and clunky black platform sandals with an X band vamp, quarter straps and 4" heels. Satisfied, she opened her jewelry box, pulled out her silver pentacle, and put it around her neck, under her shirt. She gathered up her homework and backpack and headed off to the kitchen. Amanda greeted her mother, whose name was Jane, "Good morning, Mom." Jane responded, "Good morning, dear." She did a doubletake and smiled. "You look nice this morning." Amanda blushed slightly. "Thanks, Mom. You've been telling me I need to start dressing nicer, so I thought today would be a good day to start." Jane smiled again. "I'm glad to hear it. Dressing nicely will carry you further in life than you can imagine." Amanda sat down, and she and her mom ate breakfast. When she was through, she deposited her plate in the sink and picked up her backpack. "Do you need a ride to school," Jane asked. Amanda shook her head. "That's OK, Mom, I think I want to walk today. Thanks anyway." "You're welcome, dear," Jane said. With that, Amanda gave her mom a hug and started out the door for school. It was a nice morning, cool but not uncomfortably so. She started out for school, enjoying the sound and sensation of her pantyhose clad legs rubbing together. As she walked, she heard a plaintive mewing that seemed to come from above her. Looking up, she saw a tabby cat sitting on top of a telephone pole. Poor kitty, she thought, trapped on top of that pole with no way down. Suddenly, she got a flash of inspiration. She pointed at the stranded cat with a magical gesture and focused her power. A slight warmth spread over her pussy as she cast her spell. The cat faded from view and disappeared, and then reappeared on the ground next to the pole. The cat trotted to the stoop of a nearby house. A woman came out of the house, saw the cat, and smiled with relief. "George," she shouted, "We won't have to call the fire department after all. Jake decided to come down the pole on his own!" Amanda heard a loud male voice from inside the house. "That's good, hon." The woman picked up the cat, cuddled it, and went back inside. Amanda continued on her way to school. As she reached an intersection, she waited for a westbound car to pass before crossing the street. Suddenly, she saw a car barreling down southbound, probably someone late for work. She realized that a collision was unavoidable. "STOP!!" she shouted. Suddenly the southbound car came to a complete stop as though it were equipped with science fiction writer E.E. ?Doc' Smith's inertialess space drive. Its driver had his face was smushed against the windshield, but was unharmed. The westbound car swerved slightly around him and continued on without incident. The southbound driver slumped back in his seat and drove on, looking both ways and driving off slowly. Before long, Amanda arrived at Truman High School. It was typical of most high schools in major cities throughout the country. She made her way through the halls toward her locker. Suddenly from behind her, she heard "Out of the way, freako" and was shoved to one side. It was Danielle, one of the most popular and richest girls in school, with her clique of friends. Danielle had given Amanda a hard time for the same reasons a lot of kids like her harass kids like Amanda: Because Amanda was different. Because of Amanda's interest in the esoteric and the rumors that she practiced witchcraft. Because Danielle felt that she was better than everyone else, self centered, and saw no need to understand any other point of view but her own. After the five popular girls passed by, Amanda concentrated on Danielle. Her eyes glowed and a stream of yellow fluid flowed down the inside of Danielle's legs and dripped on the floor. "What the hell?!!", Danielle exclaimed. "Omigod, Danielle!", Danielle's friend Julie gasped. "You're peeing on yourself!" The girls hurried off to the bathroom. Amanda smiled and continued to her locker. On her way, she noticed the subtle and not so subtle looks of numerous guys directed toward her. She reached out telepathically and read their thoughts: Wow, she's got nice legs. I love girls in nylons. She looks hot in those heels and pantyhose. Along with numerous nonvocal moans of pleasure, those were the types of comments that she sensed. At her locker, she met her best friend Larissa Marsh, who shared an adjacent locker. Larissa was a girl with above average looks. She had long red hair, green eyes, a nice figure, and stood about 2 inches taller than Amanda in stocking feet. She was wearing a multicolored top, denim pedal pushers with trim on the hems the same pattern as her blouse, and flat brown leather sandals. "Hi, Larissa!" Amanda greeted. "Morning, Amanda." She seemed upset about something. "What's wrong?", Amanda wondered. "You know Todd," Larissa asked. Amanda nodded. "I really like him and want to get to know him, but he doesn't even know that I'm alive." At that moment Todd passed by. He was very good looking, about 6 ft. tall, with brown hair and eyes. Larissa seemed to perk up for an instant. "Hi, Todd!" Todd gave her a short nod and smile and said "Hi." As he passed, Amanda probed his mind telepathically. She learned something that might help her friend. After Todd was gone, Larissa pouted. "See what I mean?" Amanda nodded. "You want to know how to get his attention?" Larissa shrugged skeptically. "Ok." Amanda smiled cryptically. "You gotta dress a little differently." Larissa shook her head. "No way, I am NOT dressing like a slut!" Amanda continued, "I'm not telling you to dress like a slut. Just hear me out. If you wear that dark blue short floral print dress of yours with pantyhose and your black wedges, you'll get his undivided attention." Larissa was nonplussed. "Pantyhose? Ugh. You can't be serious! And I've been meaning to ask you what's up with what you're wearing today." Amanda explained. "Guys like girls who wear nylons. They think it's sexy." "Where did you hear that?", Larissa wanted to know. "Err--I read it in one of my mom's fashion magazines." Amanda seemed to think that was a reasonable explanation. She put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Just watch me and the guys around me in Government and English today (the two classes they shared). You'll see what I mean." "Ok. Thanks for listening," Larissa said. "Anytime," Amanda replied. The two girls exchanged a friendly hug and departed for their classes. Amanda's first class was Physics. She turned in her homework, on which she later found out she received an A. In her next class, Economics and Marketing, she continued to sense the thoughts of the guys around her who liked how her legs looked in pantyhose. In Government class, Larissa could see that some of the guys were taking glances at her best friend's pantyhose covered legs. After Amanda got through with her Advanced Algebra class, it was time for lunch. She met Larissa in the lunchroom as usual. "I couldn't believe how many guys were staring at your legs in class this morning," Larissa said incredulously. "What did I tell you?," Amanda pointed out, "Guys like it. Except for the jocks, all they care about are boobs and butts." They laughed. Larissa shrugged and smiled. "Ok, you've sold me. I'll give it a try." "Trust me," Amanda reassured her, "You'll have better luck than you might think." More than you could know, Amanda thought to herself. When she probed Todd's mind, she learned that he had a fetish for pantyhose. He loved to look at pantyhose pictures on the Internet and jack off to them. He would sometimes take his mother's and younger sister's discarded pantyhose and wrap them around his cock while he was flogging the dolphin. Before long it was time to go back to class. "See you in English," Larissa said. "See you then," Amanda replied. They exchanged another friendly hug and parted. At her locker, Amanda got what she needed out of her locker for her computer class. She shut the door and turned around, and found herself surrounded by Danielle and her friends. "What's the big idea, freako?" Danielle started in. "What are you talking about," Amanda wondered. "You know what I'm talking about, dressing like that so guys will notice you," Danielle accused. "If you're trying to start a trend, forget it, because you'll never be popular, and you have to be popular to start a trend, stupid!" Amanda calmed down a bit despite her predicament. "What's the matter, are you jealous?" Danielle got up in Amanda's face. "Listen, weirdo, people like you--". Before she could finish, a look of panic crossed her face and she started to gag. Danielle turned away and began to vomit violently. Her friends gathered around her, patting her on the back and asking her if she was all right. Amanda smirked in a manner that could best be described as diabolical. "You should go see the school nurse. Or better yet, the counselor. All that purging just isn't good for you." She turned and headed off for computer class, enjoying the sensations of her power and the warmth in her pussy, knowing she could give Danielle a little payback for all the grief she had received over the years. As she walked along, the school janitor passed by, carrying a mop and a whole bucket of that red stuff janitors put on throw up. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. What Larissa saw in English class reinforced for her everything that Amanda had told her. After school let out, Amanda and Larissa walked out of Truman High together. Amanda pulled her pentagram from under her shirt and let it fall down her front. "Larissa," Amanda began, "can I tell you something?" "Sure," Larissa replied. "You know you can tell me anything." "You know that I practice witchcraft." "Yeah," Larissa said, "It's never been a big deal for me. That's one of the advantages having open minded parents. They taught me that every culture and belief has its own validity. Is there something wrong?" "No," Amanda responded, "It's just that I met a woman who's also a witch and is taking me on as a pupil (she figured it would be a good idea not to mention that I was a crossdresser). I'm going to her house in a few minutes. I'm telling you because I know I can trust you. If anyone asks, I got a job as a personal assistant." "Of course," Larissa agreed. "I mean, it's not really any of my business and I respect your privacy." "Thanks, Larissa, I really owe you one." "Not a problem. I think it?s cool you found a teacher." "Well, I've gotta get going. I'll talk to you later." "Ok." They hugged and parted. When Larissa was out of sight, Amanda teleported into the foyer of my house. "Mistress Sandara!" Amanda called out. I appeared next to her in a puff of smoke. I was wearing a short red tank dress, brown pantyhose, and white patent high heel mules. "Hello, my beautiful apprentice." We embraced and kissed passionately. "You look absolutely lovely today." Amanda blushed slightly. "Thank you, Mistress. I like this dress you're wearing, and those shoes are so cute!" "Thank you, I'm glad you like them." I took her hand and led her to the divan. "Come, sit with me and tell me everything you've done with your power, and don't leave anything out." Amanda recounted everything that she had done with the Power since yesterday evening, from summoning the spirit of Albert Einstein to making Danielle lose her lunch. I mulled over what Amanda had told me. The only thing that really disturbed me was the summoning. "Amanda, I didn't bring it up because I didn't think you'd actually try it, but summoning spirits is very dangerous business. Mostly because you never know what you'll get. At best, maybe half the time you'll contact the spirit you want. Not even my mistress would do any summonings because of the inherent danger, unless it was an extreme emergency." Amanda lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I guess I got carried away." I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head towards me. "Don't worry, Amanda, you're not in any trouble. In fact, I'm very impressed. That you were able to get exactly the spirit you called for indicates your power is very strong." "Really, Mistress?" "Yes," I affirmed, "You're definitely more powerful than I was when I first received the Power." "I've been wondering," Amanda began, "How did you come to have the Power?" "Well," I answered, "It's a long story that starts in a small town called Spurlock..." --- It all started when I was 18. Well, not all of it, but I'll get to that in a minute. I wasn't really that much different from other boys my age; I liked cars, watching football, building models, and, of course girls. One critical difference: I was a crossdresser and had been one since I was 13, when I started by trying on my mom's pantyhose and sandals. Naturally I indulged my urges in secret whenever she wasn't around. This wasn't too difficult as she worked and it had been just the two of us since my dad left when I was 5. Since I was little I had been fascinated with women's sandals and pantyhose, and had played with her knee high hose and pantyhose a couple of times, but it wasn't until adolescence that my crossdressing and associated fetishes for pantyhose and sandals really took off. Living in a small town, there wasn't a whole heck of a lot to do. There weren't a bunch of job opportunities, but I was able to make some money doing yard work and such on weekends. I had even been able to save enough to buy a small pickup truck--old, weather-beaten, not very flashy, but it got me to school and back and made doing yard work much easier. But the only thing I couldn't do, nay, dared not do with my money was to buy the female clothes I wanted. I constantly envied the girls at school with their fashions, but to try to get them for myself would have only resulted in embarrassment for both myself and my mom. One afternoon I was watching TV in the living room when Mom came home from work. She told me that a there was woman who had just moved to town. She had come into the utility company where Mom worked to have her power turned on and asked about getting her lawn mowed. Naturally, she recommended me. I really didn't want to do it, but as I said, jobs are scarce in a town like Spurlock and it wouldn't hurt to have another customer. I agreed, and Mom gave me her address. I left to go to my new client's house to see how big her yard was, and how much she was paying. The house was a pretty nice one. I parked my truck, walked to the front door and knocked. Answering the door was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was 5'8" in her pantyhose feet, about 25 years old, with black hair and ice blue eyes. Her figure was lovely, and her bosom was ample (34DD I would discover later). She wore a short navy skirt, a white blouse, suntan pantyhose and white slingback high heel sandals. I was transfixed. She broke the silence. "Can I help you?", she asked, with no small authority in her voice. I regained my composure (mostly). "Y-yes, my mom said you were looking for someone to do some yard work for you." "That's right. She told me about you." I had a puzzled look on my face. "Don't worry, it was all good," she joked. We both giggled for a moment. She held out her hand. "I'm Serina, it's nice to meet you." I took her hand and shook it. "I'm David. Nice to meet you, too." "Let me show you around the place," she invited. We walked off her porch and along a sidewalk the skirted the house. I walked behind her, totally mesmerized by her gorgeous pantyhosed legs and those sexy sandals. She had a fairly good sized yard. There were a couple of shade trees and some plastic furniture. Hedges hugged the house. There was also a covered patio. "What do you think?", she asked. "Looks like a pretty standard job," was my appraisal. "I'd be happy to take care of it." Serina smiled. "Good. I'll pay you $100.00 to come over and take care of it once a week. Is that OK?" I was stunned. That was a heck of a lot of money for what I was doing. I stuck out my hand. "You've got yourself a deal!" She took my hand and shook it. "That's what I want to hear. Can you start tomorrow?" "Yes," I replied. We walked back to the front of the house. I resumed feasting my eyes on her nylon covered legs. As we turned the corner to go to the porch, she looked back and caught me. A sly look crossed her face. "Do you like my legs?" I was stone cold busted, and turned beet red, quite embarrassed. I didn't say anything. Serina simply smiled and left it at that. She didn't seem mad at all. We reached the porch steps. She turned around and said, "I'll see you tomorrow morning about 9:00." "9:00 it is," I replied. "Thanks!" I got in my truck and headed back home. Mom was glad that things had gone so well. I couldn't wait to start work the next day. That night I jacked off 4 or 5 times, thinking about Serina and her gorgeous pantyhosed legs. I imagined myself wearing what she had been wearing and had a blinding orgasm. Worn out from all the cumming I managed to get some sleep. The next morning I went back to her house, lawn mower and other assorted tools in tow. I went up and knocked on the front door. Serina opened the door. She was wearing a white robe that came down to just above her knees, tan pantyhose, and white high heel fur trimmed slides. She smiled and greeted me warmly. "Hi, David! Ready to get started?" "Sure," I replied. Like yesterday, I couldn't help but notice her lovely pantyhose covered legs. I gestured in the general direction of the yard. "I-I'll just go and get started," I stammered. "OK," Serina encouraged. "Good luck." I unloaded my gear and got started. When you're mowing lawns you have a lot of time to think, and I couldn't stop thinking about Serina. It's not exactly easy to mow with a raging hard on, but I pressed on. After a couple of hours I had finished mowing. "Hey David," I heard Serina call. "Ready for a break?" I eagerly turned toward her. She was standing in the doorway to the covered patio. She had on a black floral print sundress, the same tan pantyhose I had seen her wear earlier, and a pair of flat brown and cream sandals with a monogram patch on the instep strap that were a popular style back in the 80's. I found myself wishing I could wear what she was wearing, particularly the sandals. I walked to the patio and went inside. There was a nice patio table and chairs with tied on cushions. A pitcher of lemonade and two glasses of ice sat on the table. "Please, have a seat," Serina offered. I took a seat, and she took one next to me. She poured some lemonade into one of the glasses and proffered it to me. I took it and took a sip. It sure tasted good after a couple of hours of hard labor. She poured herself a glass and took a drink. "So," Serina began, "Tell me about yourself." "Well, I just finished high school. I like to read a lot, watch football, and build models. I'm planning to go to the local community college this fall." "Do you have a girlfriend?", she asked. I sighed. "No, I don't. Wish I did though." "I'm surprised. You're really handsome," Serina complemented. It was the first time in my life I had heard that from a woman under the age of 50. I found it very flattering. I smiled and blushed slightly. "Well, I wasn't a member of the in crowd or anything, and I like science fiction and computers and stuff. I guess you could say I'm a geek." She smiled. "Then it's their loss, and their problem that they're so shallow." "Yeah, I suppose you're right." I took another drink of lemonade. "Of course I am, silly," she teased. I finished my lemonade. "I think I'd better get the grass around the fence and trees trimmed and those hedges cut." "OK," Serina agreed, "After you get done, let me know and I'll fix some lunch." "Cool! I know I'm going to be hungry when I'm done." I left the patio and resumed my work. I still thought about Serina, but in addition to my lust for her clothes I thought of how nice it was to talk to her and how cool she seemed. I picked up the pace of my work, but still tried to do as good a job as possible. After finishing up I went back in the covered patio and knocked on the back door. Serina opened the door. "All finished?", she asked. "I sure am," I answered. "Come on in." I walked into her kitchen. She turned to me and said, "Why don't you take a shower while I make lunch? It looks like you've been working very hard." She smiled. I was, needless to say, very sweaty and dirty. I could definitely use a shower. "I'd like to, but I don't have anything to wear when I'm done," I pointed out. "I've got it covered," she reassured me. "Come with me." She took me by the arm and led me through the house to the bathroom. "Wait here." She walked off to another room, leaving me standing by the bathroom door. After a few minutes, she returned, carrying a long black robe, which she handed to me. "When you're done, put this on, and put your clothes in the washer." "OK," I agreed. I went into the bathroom. I took a look at the robe. It was very soft and silky. I hung it on the towel rack, disrobed and stepped in the shower. It felt good to wash the sweat and grime off. After I was done I dried myself off and put on the robe. It fit me perfectly. It felt really soft and feminine and I had an immediate erection. I struggled to calm myself down, but finally did. I gathered up my clothes and walked out of the bathroom. I made my way to the kitchen, where Serina was setting the table and putting the finishing touches on lunch. She looked at me and smiled. "Where's the laundry room?", I asked. "Down the hall, on the left. Hurry up, lunch is nearly ready." I walked down the hall, deposited my clothes in her washing machine, went back into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. "Thanks for fixing me lunch, it's very kind of you to share your table with me." "You're welcome," she responded. "I took a quick look outside, you did a really good job." She brought the lunch to the table--spaghetti and meatballs. "Thank you. I always try to do as good a job as I can." She took my plate and gave me a generous helping. She fixed herself a smaller helping and sat down. We began to eat. We were nearly finished when Serina said, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," I responded. "I've noticed you seem to pay a lot of attention to my legs. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" I felt the blood drain out of my face, but after a moment noticed that her tone seemed more curious than accusatory. I put my fork down and looked down. "Well," I began slowly, "I kinda have this thing for seeing women wearing pantyhose and sandals." My heart was racing as I confessed my secret fetish to her. I was scared but also very excited at the same time. I looked up slowly to see a rather sympathetic expression on her face. "Is there anything else," Serina wondered. "Uhh...well...I...I like to, well, I like to put on women's clothes." I found myself getting aroused as I admitted this to her, something I had never admitted to anyone else. She reached over and put her hand on top of mine. "Well, there's nothing wrong with that. I think it's great you like to express your feminine side." I was still shaking with nerves as I looked back up at her. She very softly said, "It's OK", and suddenly all my anxiety and nervousness faded away, as if by magic. "I was worried that maybe you were mad at me," I confessed. "You're a teenage boy," she pointed out. "It's perfectly normal for you to stare at pretty girls and the various desirable parts of their bodies." "I'm glad you understand," I said. "I think you're very beautiful." "Well, judging by your actions, that's hardly a revelation," she joked, and we laughed. "Would you help me clear the table." "Of course." We put the leftover spaghetti in a Tupperware container and rinsed and washed the dishes. Soon we were finished. "Why don't you go into the living room while I start the washer?," Serina suggested. "It's just right down the hall." I agreed and walked to the living room. She had a lot of nice furniture. I sat down on her couch. After a few minutes, she came in and sat beside me. "Now that you've told me a secret, I think I should tell you mine." I turned toward her. "Ok, that's fair," I said. "David," she began, "I'm a witch." I found her revelation very exciting. I had always been excited by the concept of women wielding supernatural powers. "That's cool," I remarked. "Even though my mom's a fundamentalist, I consider myself to be eclectic; I believe in a little of everything. And I know from the reading I've done that those who practice witchcraft are not in league with the Devil. In fact, I find it rather fascinating. I've always thought there are things that happen that simply can't be explained by conventional science I must admit to being an agnostic about whether witches have 'magical powers' though. I definitely think that there is such a thing as psychic phenomena. It's been demonstrated, even though science rejects it flat." "Interesting," Serina commented. "Why do you think there is such a thing as psychic power if you're not sure if magic exists?" "Because I believe I've had psychic experiences myself. When I was little my family lived in a house that was supposed to be haunted. Of course I was too young to know that at the time, but I often saw incorporeal apparitions and cabinet doors opening and closing on their own, even though my parents never did. Then there's the dreams." "What kind of dreams?", she wanted to know. "Visions of the future," I revealed. "Nothing earth shattering, and never more than a few days in advance, but I occasionally find myself in situations and doing things I'd dreamt about several nights before." Serina thought about it for a moment. "It sounds like you're definitely sensitive to psychic impressions." "Wow!," was all I could say. At that moment, we heard a buzz from the washing machine, letting us know the wash cycle was done. Serina stood and walked toward the hall "I'll put your clothes in the dryer, be back in a minute." When she was done, she walked back in to see me stretching and yawning. "Are you tired?" "Yes, I am a bit," I admitted. She sat back down on the couch and patted her lap. "Then why don't you lie down?" I was taken aback, but had no confusion about what she meant. I slowly shifted horizontally, ending up with my head resting in her lap. I was very excited and harder than Chinese algebra at this point. Her right had caressed my check while her left hand ran through my hair. "Now be a good boy and take a nap," she cooed. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to sleep, being so excited and all. I looked into her eyes, and within a few seconds I was fast asleep. Unbeknownst to me, she bent her head down and kissed my forehead. "At last, I've found you..." The buzzing of the dryer woke me up. Serina was no longer on the couch. I assumed she was in the laundry room taking my clothes out. I stretched and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. She returned a couple of minutes later, carrying my folded clothes "Did you have a good nap?" "Yes," I replied, "I feel very rested. Thanks for washing my clothes." I noticed the time. "I'd better get dressed and get going." I stood up and she handed me my clothes. "OK. You can leave the robe on the towel rack." "Sure thing," I acknowledged. "Be back in a minute." When I returned, she was just finished writing a check. She separated it from her checkbook and handed it to me. "Here. You've earned every penny of it." "Thank you very much. I just want to say again how much I appreciate your letting me do the work, and for your hospitality." "You're welcome," she responded. "One thing before you go. I'll keep your secret. Will you keep mine?" "Yes, of course. People in this town are not really that understanding about these sort of things." I told her. "I'll see you next week." "OK," she said, "I've got to go out of town on Monday, but should be back by Friday." "See you soon," I said as I headed out the door. After I walked off the porch I turned around and Serina waved at me, and I waved back. I gathered up my tools, got in my truck and left for home. When I got home Mom wondered where I was. I told her that after I was finished mowing and trimming, Serina had insisted I stay for lunch. She seemed to accept that with no reservations. I found myself counting down the days till the following week. Not a day went by that I didn't think about Serina, not a night went by that I didn't dream about her. The dreams were rather interesting. A couple were relatively mundane, the two of us walking in a park at night and kissing on a bridge in moonlight; the two of us riding in a convertible and exchanging loving looks. Others involved her dressing me as a girl, which really excited me. In one I had my head laying in her lap like my first visit. My head was cradled in her hands, and she told me that she loved me. She bent her head down and kissed me passionately, then she resumed caressing my face. Then there was the dream where Serina and I had sex. I was a virgin at the time and hadn't even seen a woman's private parts outside of glances in the occasional furtively hidden girly mag, but it felt so real. In each, she was always wearing pantyhose, which excited me even more. After what seemed like forever, a week had passed, and I loaded up my stuff and head back over to Serina's house. I knocked on the door, and she answered, looking more lovely than ever. She was wearing a denim miniskirt, a pink tank top, nude pantyhose, and white flat Bass style quarter strap sandals. She hugged my neck. "Hey David, good to see you again!" "It's good to see you, too. You look nice today." "Thank you," she replied. "Why don't you go ahead and get started? I've got a surprise for you when you're done." "Sure." With that I smiled and left to do my job. Since I had cut everything the week before, it didn't take me as long to finish the job. I went back to the front door and knocked. When Serina answered the door, she smiled and let me know, "You don't have to knock all the time you know. We're friends, it's OK to just come in." I smiled sheepishly. "OK." I followed her inside. She led me to the kitchen, where there was pizza ready. We sat down at the table and started eating. "Ummm...what's this surprise you have for me?" I wondered. Serina smiled at me cryptically. "You'll see. Eat your pizza, dear." I nodded in assent. "Did you have a good trip?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes, it was very productive. Among other things I own a chain of metaphysical stores, and was checking up on a few of them." It made sense, her being a witch and all. What she was doing in a town like this I couldn't begin to fathom. "Can I ask you something?", I wondered. "Sure, honey." "Well, I've noticed that every time I've seen you, you're wearing pantyhose, and most women hate them, I know my mom does. I was curious if you, well, liked wearing them." "I love wearing them," Serina answered enthusiastically. "The first thing I do when I wake up is grab a pair from my nightstand and put them on. I've always loved the way a pair of soft sheer hose feels on my legs. I feel naked without them, and sometimes I even sleep in them, though that can be pretty hard on the hosiery." "Oh, I see. I'm sorry if I was being too nosy." She smiled. "Don't worry about it. You're not being nosy, you're just being a curious teenage boy." Soon we had finished lunch. I helped her with the dishes. "Are you ready for your surprise?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I am." "Then be a good boy and close your eyes." I complied, and she took my hand and proceeded to lead me. I was nervous about not being able to see, but I trusted her. After a couple of minutes we stopped. "Can I open my eyes now?" I asked. "Not yet." I heard a doorknob turn and a door open. Serina continued. "I thought you did such a good job you deserved a little bonus." She took my hand again. "Just a little further." She led me a few more steps and stopped. I heard another door open. She got behind me and pushed me forward a couple of steps. "You can open your eyes now." I did and gasped in surprise and delight. I was looking into a closet full of girl's clothes--dresses, skirts, tops, sweaters, blouses, robes, and nightgowns. On a shelf above the clothes rack sat a Styrofoam head with a very nice wig on it and two boxes each labeled "BREASTFORM". The floor of the closet was taken up by women's shoes--both flat and with heels, mostly sandals (including identical versions of the ones I had seen Serina wearing before) and few pairs of pumps and flatties. I looked through them and found that everything was my size. "Oh, my God, Serina, all this must have set you back quite a bit. Thank you!" I moved to hug her and we embraced. "You're welcome," she said. I looked around the room--some sort of guest room. There was a bed in the center of the room, a bedside table with a drawer in it beside the bed, a plushy chair in a corner, a chest of drawers, a dressing table with chair, and a full length mirror hanging over the door. "And that's not all." She led me to the dressing table, which had a wide variety of make up, cosmetics, and hair care accessories on it and in its drawers. Then she took me over to the chest of drawers and showed me drawers filled with bras, panties, slips, shapewear, and lots and lots of pantyhose. "This is wonderful!" I exclaimed. "Thank you very very much!" Then she put her arms around my neck, pulled me toward her and kissed me deeply and passionately. I was in a bit of shock at first, as this was my first kiss and she took me completely by surprise, but I put my arms around her and kissed back. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. It felt so good. I was very aroused and was caressing her body. After a few minutes, she disengaged from my lips. "Why don't you go take a shower?" Serina suggested. "You've been working hard and, no offense, but I think you could use one." I chuckled. "You're right, I do." I started off for the bathroom but she asked me to wait a second. She went to the closet, pulled out a short royal blue silky robe, and handed to me. "Thanks." With that she gave me a quick kiss and I headed off to clean up. It felt good to wash the sweat and grime of my chores off. It also felt good to shower with a near-constant erection, thinking of how Serina had given me my first kiss and the room full of women's clothes she had given me. After the shower, I dried myself off and put on the beautiful robe. It felt so good, so soft and silky, I got hard for the umpteenth time that day. God I needed some relief! I planned to go back to the guest room, put on some pantyhose and a pair of sandals and get off. When I returned to the guest room, I got the surprise of my life. There on the bed lay Serina, wearing a black negligee, sheer black pantyhose, a pair of black high heel ankle strap sandals, and a look that left no doubt in my mind as to what she wanted. It was a pleasant surprise, to be sure, but I wasn't really expecting it. She sat up, held out her arms, and said in a sultry, husky voice that could melt fiber-optic cable, "Come to Mama!" I did. I went over to the bed and lay down in her embrace and we began to kiss passionately, basically picking up where we left off before I headed to the shower. She started to kiss my neck and thought I heard her mutter some words under her breath. Next thing I knew I was flipped over on my back. She seemed to be stronger than she looked! She resumed the liplock and started opening my robe. Tearing it off me, more like. Once it was open, she sat up and took off her negligee. She looked so sexy being naked except for her pantyhose and sandals. She cupped my head in her hands, and lay back down, putting her ample bosom in my face. "Kiss my breasts, baby," she commanded, and I willingly obeyed. I started in the center between her boobs, and worked my way outward, eventually stopping at one of her nipples. I took it in my mouth and started sucking it. Serina moaned, rested her head on top of mine, clasped my head in her hands, and started moaning and rocking me gently while whispering, "Good boy, that feels so good"! After a few minutes, she moved her breast away and began kissing me again, moving toward my left ear, which she began to kiss and lick. At the same time she reached down, took hold of my cock and began stroking it. I was in total ecstasy. "Oh, baby, you're really big!", she whispered in my ear between licks. My cock was a shade over 6 inches long, but had a whole lot of thickness to it. "Do you want me to suck it?", Serina whispered. I could only manage a breathy "Yes." She slid down my body, my cock still in her hand. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I moaned. Then she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft. "That feels great," I moaned. "Then you're going to love this," she promised, as she took me into her mouth and began to bob up and down on my cock. She was definitely right about that. As she sucked me, she would stop every now and then to run her tongue over the tip and length of my cock. Before long, she looked up at me. "Will you be a good boy and help me take off my shoes?" I readily agreed. She turned around and rested her sandaled feet on my chest. I slowly unbuckled her sandals and slid them off her feet, lightly massaging each one in turn. "Mmmmm, that feels good, you'll have to rub my feet really good sometime." Serina then moved her nylon covered feet down my chest and stomach, which felt pretty good, but then she began to stroke my cock with them, which to me felt even better than the blowjob she had just given me. She started by rubbing her feet on the front of my cock, one after the other. Then she began stroking either side with her toes. She seemed very pleased with my reaction. Next she took my cock between the arches of her beautiful feet, closed them around my cock and began stroking it up and down. "Do you like being jacked off with my stocking feet?" she cooed. I nodded and managed to get a "Yes" out of my throat. She continued stroking, and I felt like I was getting close to coming. At that point she stopped and crawled back up toward me and kissed me. "I know you loved that, but I don't want you to cum just yet." How did she know? I didn't stop to wonder why though. Just then she got up on her knees and straddled my face. "My turn," she declared. "Time for you to learn how to eat pussy." I looked up and saw my first pussy up close. It was shaved and pressed against her pantyhose, which didn't have a cotton crotch in them. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I moved my head up and kissed her twat, getting a slight musky scent. Serina let out a slight moan. I began kissing it again, and she moaned, "Oh, yes, that feels good." After several more kisses, she told me to use my tongue. I did, and her moaning became more intense. "Yes, yes, baby, you're doing really good!" I continued to lick her pussy through her pantyhose. She pulled on the waistband of her pantyhose, causing her pussy to strain against the sheer nylon barrier. "Rip my pantyhose, baby!" I was perplexed. "Rip them?" "RIP THEM!!" Serina was very emphatic. I pulled some material away from her pussy, and stretched it with my fingers until it tore and allowed one of them through. I widened the hole until her pussy was exposed. The amount of scent I smelled increased, and I noticed that her pussy was quite moist. I licked her pussy lips, getting a good taste of her juice, salty, yet somehow slightly sweet. Serina's moaning started in earnest. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face into her hot sex. "Move your tongue up a little, baby. Feel that little knobby thing at the top?" All I could do was make a noise which let her know I did, sounding a bit like Kenny on South Park. "Lick it!", she commanded, and I did. She made the pleasure she was feeling very audible. "YES...YES...YES!!!" She started grinding her pussy in my face. Suddenly, her whole body started quivering and I felt her pussy spasm. It took me a moment to realize she was having an orgasm. She slowly stopped grinding and caught her breath. "Good boy. That felt wonderful." Serina let my head go and let it drop down on the pillow. She looked down at me and cupped my face in her hands. "You ready to fuck me now?" I nodded enthusiastically. Hearing that made me very hard. She reached behind her and gave my cock a few strokes. She got off me, rolled over onto her back, and spread her pantyhosed legs. I moved between her legs and supporting myself with one hand guided my cock toward her snatch with the other. She stopped me, took it in her hand and proceeded to guide it the rest of the way. "I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you," she revealed. My cockhead pushed against her opening and I began to enter her. She massaged my balls and moaned as I slowly pushed the rest of the way into her vagina. When I was all the way in I kissed her and started moving my hips back and forth. She put her arms around my neck and torso and wrapped her pantyhosed legs around me. Being in a pussy was a wonderful feeling. I felt her contract her vaginal muscles around my cock, increasing my stimulation that much more. She began to move in time to my movements and we got quite a rhythm going. I fondled her breasts and kissed them from time to time. Serina kissed me anywhere she could find a place to plant her lips. Our passion got more intense the longer we fucked. We were both moaning pretty good. "Oh, Yes, baby, give it to me good!", she exclaimed. I couldn't think about anything but what I was doing, and her encouragement turned me on even more. If that wasn't enough, she began rubbing her pantyhosed feet on the back of my legs and grinding her pantyhosed heels into my ass. I felt myself getting near an orgasm. "Oh, God, Serina, I'm gonna cum!" "Cum in me, baby, I want to feel you cum!!" She locked her legs around my ass and pushed me deeper in her pussy. After a half dozen more thrusts I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my whole body shudder with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, and I ejaculated, shooting wave after wave of hot cum into her pussy. I felt her body shudder and quiver with another orgasm. I felt as though my orgasm had lasted five minutes and like I had pumped out a gallon of jism. I put my arms around her and rolled over on my side, my cock sliding out of her. After we caught our breath, we embraced and kissed. Simultaneously we said, "That was wonderful." We chuckled at our synchronicity. Serina looked into my eyes. "I love you," she declared, reinforcing it with a kiss. "I love you, too." I had never had a woman tell me that before and it made me feel pretty special. We held each other for what seemed like hours. "I have an idea," she ventured. Let's take a bath, and then we'll play dress-up." "Great idea," I agreed. She smiled. "I can't wait to see what you look like as a girl. Want to help me with my pantyhose?" I knew what she meant. I took hold of the waistband of her hose and pulled them down, off her ass, down her thighs and off completely. I started to give them back to her, but she shook her head. "You keep them. I want you to take them home and jack off into them for me." I smiled. "Whatever you say." I rolled up the hose and put it on the chest of drawers. I helped her up off the bed and we made our way to the bathroom, hand in hand. Serina went over to the tub, closed the stopper, started the water, and poured in some bubble bath. While the tub was filling she put her hair up. By the time she was done with her hair it was ready. She led me over to the tub and climbed in first. She held out her arms to me. "Come on in, the water's great!" I stepped in the tub, kneeled, sat down and lay back in her waiting arms. She embraced me, gave me a long wet kiss on the cheek, rested her cheek on mine, and rocked me gently. "Serina," I began, "Can I ask you something?" "Of course, baby. Anything." was her reply. "I was curious about how you knew I was about to come when you were stroking me with your feet and how you were able to flip me over like I was a rag doll." "Before I answer that, would you like to see a magic trick?" she asked. "Sure." "See the hot water knob?" I nodded. "Keep your eye on it." I watched it not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, to my astonishment, it seemed to turn of its own accord, adding hot water to our bath. After a moment, it turned back, shutting off the flow of water. "Yes, that was me. I told you I was a witch." I was stunned. "That sudden burst of strength I demonstrated was a simple spell, and I was monitoring your physical reactions empathically. That's how I knew you were nearing a climax." "That's amazing!," I exclaimed. "I guess I'm not an agnostic anymore," I joked. "I figured you'd put two and two together eventually. I hope I didn't scare you." I tilted my head up and kissed her. "I guess it is a little scary, but my utter fascination and the fact that I find the idea of women with such power exciting overrides any fear I have." Serina kissed me. "I'm glad to hear that. I think it's time for you to learn how to be a girl. Let me up." I moved forward in the tub and she picked herself up and got out. I started to get out myself but she stopped me. "Not yet, there's something we've got to do first. Just relax." I sat back and continued to soak as I watched her dry off. God, I was lucky to be with such a beautiful woman. When she was finished she put on a short black robe and walked toward the door. Just before she left, she stopped, looked back at me, and joked, "Don't go anywhere, Ok?" With that little jest, she blew me a kiss (which of course I pretended to catch) and walked out. I waited, not knowing what to expect. A few minutes later, Serina returned, wearing a black floral knee length peasant style dress that came off her shoulders, brown pantyhose, and brown leather and wood high heel slides. She carried some sort of small vial in her hand. "What's that?" I asked. "You'll see," she hinted. She walked over to the tub. "I need you to slide down till just your head is sticking out of the water." I did as she asked. Then she opened the vial and poured a few drops of golden liquid into the water. She recapped the vial. "You can get out now." If this had been some sort of spell, I didn't feel anything. I stood up, and Serina opened the stopper to let the tub drain. "Notice anything different?" she asked. I looked over my body, and it took me a couple of minutes to realize...all my body hair was gone! I wasn't all that hairy to begin with, just token growth on my legs and chest. Now I was smooth as a baby's bottom. I was astonished. As I dried off, I had to ask, "How did you do that?" "This vial contains a depilatory potion I've been working on. No need to cut yourself shaving or mess with smelly hair removal creams. All you need is a tub full of warm water." When I was done toweling off, she examined my face. "Looks like you're getting a little bit of shadow there." She got a wash cloth, soaked it with warm water, put a few drops of the potion on it, and rubbed it across my face and neck. I looked in the mirror when she was finished, and I couldn't believe it. It looked like I had just shaved! "How long does this last?" I wanted to know. "By itself, it inhibits hair growth for about a week. But it can be made permanent if used in combination with a companion spell I developed." She took my arm in hers. "Ready to become a girl?" "Absolutely!" I was, needless to say, extremely excited. "Mmmmm...I made a man out of you, now I'm going to make a woman out of you. This is going to be so much fun!" We walked out of the bathroom and headed back to the guest room. Back in the guest room, Serina gave me a kiss and glanced in the direction of the close. "Why don't you go pick out something to wear?" I moved toward the closet, and she added, "Oh, and get a pair of high heels. Walking in them is going to be one of your first lessons." Suddenly the phone rang. "I'll get that," she said. "You find something to wear. I'll Be right back." She walked out of the room. I went to the closet and rifled through the clothes on the rack before settling on a short denim shirtdress. I looked through the shoes on the floor and decided on a pair of white high heel ankle strap sandals. I put the dress and sandals on the bed, went back to the closet, and took down the two boxes which held the breastforms. I set them on the bed. Just then Serina came back in the room. "That was your mom," she informed me. My heart jumped up in my throat. "I told her I invited you to stay for supper, and she said OK." I relaxed. She put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, if she had objected I think I'd have been able to persuade her. Let's see what you picked out." She saw the dress and sandals on the bed. "Very sexy choices," she complimented. She took my hand and led me to the chest of drawers. "Let's pick out some undies." I opened a drawer that held a multitude of size 38D bras of just about every color and fabric imaginable--white, black, red, pink, purple, beige, blue, green, made of nylon, satin, lace, cotton. I chose a pink satin bra and held it up. "Put it on," Serina suggested. I wrapped it around my chest, hooks to the front and fastened it. I worked it around until the cups were in front and I put my arms through the straps and pulled them onto my shoulders. She ran a finger along the bra, which really turned me on. "That looks good on you," she cooed. "There's a pair of matching panties in the next drawer." I opened it and saw an equally bewildering number of panties. I found the matching pink satin panties after a brief (pun not intended) search. I slipped them on and pulled them up, settling them around my ass, cock and balls. Serina put her arms around me and ran her hands all over my panty-covered ass. "Baby," she began, "Can I tell you another secret?" "Sure," I responded. "I like both men and women and seeing a man dressed in women's clothes really turns me on. I adore transvestites, crossdressers, shemales, and transsexuals." She brought her lips to mine and gave me a very erotic kiss. I could feel precum oozing into my panties. "I think that's very sexy," I breathed. She smiled and released me from her embrace. "Be a good girl and pick out a pair of pantyhose, while I get your boobs." I opened the next drawer to see what must have been over a hundred pairs of pantyhose, of many styles--regular top, sheer to waist, control top, lacy top, mainly sandalfoot/sheer toe--and all my favorite colors--suntan, beige, nude, brown, taupe, coffee, and black. After a bit of digging I settled on a pair of suntan sheer to waist pantyhose. I closed the drawer and turned toward the bed. Serina stood there with a breastform in each hand and a smile on her face. "Time for you to get boobies, baby." She handed me one. "Hold this for a second." I took it from her hand. She opened up the top of the left cup of my bra and inserted the form. I handed the other one back to her, and she put it in the right cup. She bent down and licked the bra where the nipple would be, and stood back up. "I want to see you put on your pantyhose." We sat down on the bed and I took the hose out of its package. I unfurled them and started to roll up one of the legs. I put my left foot into the hose and pulled them up over my ankle and calf, knee and all the way up my thigh. I began to roll up the other leg when Serina interrupted me. "Baby, an easier way to get them on, without having to be a contortionist, is to only pull each leg up just past the knee and then work them up your thighs." "That makes sense," I agreed. "Plus I'm not the most limber person in the world." I pushed the sheer nylon on my left leg down to my knee and finished rolling up the other leg. I pulled it over my other foot and pulled it up to just past the knee, as Serina suggested. She slipped her foot out of her shoe and began to rub my left foot and shin with it. Between putting on the hose and having Serina rub her hose on mine, I got very aroused. I stood up and began to work the hose over my thighs, my cock straining against my panties. "That's good," she encouraged, "Nice and slow, that's a good girl." I got them over my thighs and pulled them up over my panties. She inspected my work. "Baby, you're seams aren't straight." She was right. "Let me." I moved my hands and let her go to work. She pulled the pantyhose down to the top of my thighs and began to work them slowly back up over my ass, hips, and panty covered cock and balls. She inched the hose up, making sure the seams were straight on both sides as she went. When she was done, the seams were placed perfectly over my cock and my crack. Satisfied, she gave my nylon covered cock a couple of strokes and gently smacked my ass. She put her shoe back on, stood, and took my hand. "Your first lesson is going to be how to do your makeup." She led me over to the dressing table and had me sit down. I was introduced to all different types of cosmetics--foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow, mascara, eye liner, lipstick, lip gloss, lip liner, and nail polish. Serina went over each with me; how to apply it, how much to apply, where and when to use it. When we were finally done, I couldn't believe how good I looked. We skipped the nail polish this time round, mostly because I had already put on my pantyhose. She felt that needed its own session. "Time to get dressed," she announced. I stood, walked over to the bed, picked up the shirtdress, put it on and buttoned it up. While I was doing this, Serina went to the closet to get my wig. After I was finished, she had me come back over to the dressing table and sit down. The wig was long and dark brown, the same color as my own hair. "That wig is beautiful," I remarked. "Yes," Serina agreed, "and you are going to look fabulous when I get it on you." She took it off the foam head and proceeded to put it on me. She started by putting it on my forehead and pulled it down to the back of my head. I looked in the mirror. The woman staring back at me was so beautiful. My first thought was that I'd love to fuck her. That is, if Serina didn't get to her first. Her voice brought me out of my reverie. "Now you have to learn how to do your hair." She showed me how to comb, brush, and style it, which I managed to do. "That's very good," she complimented. "You're really getting good at being a girl." A puzzled look crossed her face. "What's wrong?" I wondered. "Have you chosen a name for your feminine side yet? David isn't going to cut it," she pointed out. "No, I haven't really thought about it. I'm still pretty new at this." "How would you feel about a magical name?" Serina wondered. "It depends," I replied. "What did you have in mind?" "A name of one of my predecessors, a powerful sorceress named Sandara." I thought about it for a moment. I liked the way that sounded. "Yes, I'd be honored to have that name." "All right, I dub thee Sandara Midnight, the newly minted gorgeous fox!", she said with upraised arms and a flourish. I blushed a bit but appreciated the compliment. She took my hand. "Let's get your sandals on, I've still got to teach you how to walk in heels!" We walked back over to the bed and sat down on it. She reached behind her, grabbed my shoes, and handed them to me. "Thanks," I said. I took one of the sandals and slipped it on my pantyhosed foot. I took the thin straps, wrapped them around my ankle, and buckled them. I followed suit with the other sandal. I stuck out my legs to examine my handiwork. Serina began stroking my hosed legs. "You did a really good job putting your shoes on," she complimented. "They make your feet look really sexy." She put an arm around me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, Serina, I feel very sexy." I was terribly aroused and had an obvious hard on. She stood and helped me up. I teetered somewhat precariously. "Let's see how you look. She went over to the door and closed it, bringing the full length mirror into view. I looked at myself from head to toe. I looked totally hot and anyone who saw me would be hard pressed to believe I wasn't a girl. Serina put an arm around me, and I reciprocated. "You are so beautiful, Sandara," Our eyes met and we kissed. "Let's start your walking lesson," she suggested. I wasn't quite sure just how it would go. My mom didn't wear spike heels, so this was very new to me. "Just watch me." She walked around the room and back to where I was standing. "Now you try it." I took a step and stumbled mightily, barely saving myself from sprawling on the floor. Serina had an amused smile on h