Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Three

I woke Monday with an entirely new attitude about my life at Regis. I looked forward to revealing the transformed Genevieve to everyone who hadn't taken the time to notice me before. I planned on spending the next few evenings shopping for an entirely new wardrobe instead of hiding away in my flat fantasizing about having an exciting sex life. The latest, Genevieve wouldn't fantasize any longer; she would live out those fantasies.

As I stood there gazing at the clothing hanging in my closet, wearing the red lacy bra, thong, and thigh-high stockings, I couldn't find anything that matched my new attitude. Knowing I'd have to go shopping very soon or regress into the old Genevieve, I picked a pair of fitted brown slacks and a white silk blouse. The matching blazer hung there, but I wasn't sure I wanted to wear it that day.

Slipping into the slacks, I turned to survey how my ass looked in them. Gone was the telltale panty line that typically showed every time I'd worn these slacks before. I slipped on the pair of lower heels I'd purchased from Sara the Saturday before and turned again. The look was more to my liking. The white silk blouse felt sexy against my skin, but the red bra showed through too much for my first day back in class since my transformation. I opted for the matching blazer to hide the red showing through.

I brushed out my long jet black hair and let it flow down my back. Some light eye shadow and red lip gloss brought my green eyes to the forefront. ...

... Standing in front of my mirror, I again gazed at my reflection. "Hmmm.." I thought. If I unbutton a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse, I could still keep the red lacy bra hidden but show off a little cleavage. I closed one button on the blazer. That did the trick. I looked classy, a perfect look for strolling around campus and being in front of a classroom full of students.

Glancing at the mantle clock above the fireplace, I realized I only had five minutes to make the ten-minute walk across campus to the English Department building. I'd have to set my alarm thirty minutes earlier tonight to have the extra time needed tomorrow to ensure I looked like the transformed woman I wanted to reveal.

Slipping my cell in my briefcase, I headed out the door. It was a cool late September morning with a gentle breeze. I was glad I had worn the jacket because had I not, my nipples would be erect and showing by the time I reached the corner. The sidewalk was busy with students rushing to make eight o'clock classes. More than a few male students noticed this new woman strolling confidently across campus. One bright-eyed 19-year-old smiled and said, "Good Morning, good-looking." Stretching out the syllables of the words as he greeted me. I just smiled and gave him a quick, seductive wink.

When I reached the steps leading to Blair Hall, where my classroom is, I was already late for class. The stairway and halls inside were virtually empty, most of the students already in their ...