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... for the last couple of classes. “Mitchell, have you got a minute?” She was actually talking nice to me. Hell, she was just talking to me, which is something that I never remember her doing, except maybe in the beginning to ask me if I was alright or if I wanted to rest back in the beginning. She may have been a bitch all that time, but when she spoke, I started to melt, her voice was so sweet now when not yelling and such during the class. “Mitchel, I see that you are looking at the sheet and I know that you have been doing really well in the class. You definitely wanted to be there for the right reason rather than making the girls feel uncomfortable. But as you can see, the next class is definitely geared to the girls. But I want to ask you a question, and… Well, if you feel uncomfortable answering the question, I would certainly understand. But, well, a couple of the girls mentioned that they noticed that you were wearing, well, I think Stephanie called them “pretty” panties under your shorts. Christina also noticed it and asked me. Then I also noticed that you were wearing panties under your shorts.” By this time, understandably, I was going beet red and in fear. Natalia must have seen my expression. “Mitchell, don’t worry. All the girls know that you were wearing panties and, well, they started to wonder what color you would be wearing each time. Yes, we all gossiped, though we made sure that it was only between the fifteen of us from the class. But what we were ...

... wondering is, well.” She paused and all I could do was nod. “Wonderful!” I looked up at Natalia, wondering what she meant by that. She looked at me and smiled. “Mitchell, then that means that you want to continue with the class, right?” I smiled, though a little weakly, and she just grinned. “You see, though we are offering the class to anyone who wants to take it, we specifically geared this one to women. But in order to have the class, well, we needed to have at least one “man” in the class and, well, you are a man. Okay, you want to appear like a woman, but that can be our little secret.” I looked at Natalia and smiled a little more. “Mitchell, I think that I just hit on something. You really DO want to be able to look like a woman, don’t you?” I finally got my nerve up and replied, “For years I have wanted to look better in my clothes. I don’t want to go all the way, mind you, but I would love to be able to look the part!” I noticed, as I spoke, that Natalia was not only paying attention to what I said but then was waving over a couple of the women from the class. In fact, it seemed that the entire class was coming over. I started to get nervous and started to really blush! “Mitchell, let me tell you something, sweetie. You are among friends. In fact, I think that between the class and, well, these fine women here helping you out, you will be able to fit into whatever it is that you want to fit into. But the question is, Mitchell, just how willing are you? Because, I have to tell ...