Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part One - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Four Part One

Tuesday dawned overcast and dreary. The Weather Channel was calling for intermittent rain showers later in the day. It would be a good day to spend my free time between classes catching up on paperwork. I had already decided to wear my new grey pinstriped suit with a black silk blouse and the black undergarments Marsha had skillfully helped me pick out the evening before.

After making a pot of coffee and pouring myself a cup, I headed to my bedroom to dress. The straps on my new garter were still perfectly adjusted from the night before, so all I had to do was very carefully slip a pair of hoses over my legs and connect the clasps. As Marsha had explained, I next pulled the black lace thong up over the hose and smoothed everything in place. I slid my feet into the three-inch heels Sara had sold me over the weekend. Surveying myself in the mirror, I looked pretty damn sexy. The black lace of both garments complimented each other. I turned to make sure the seams of my hose ran arrow straight down my legs.

I giggled to myself, remembering what Marsha had said the night before. What cock wouldn't become rock hard when its owner got a look at me? I finished dressing, sliding my arms into the long sleeves of the black silk blouse, wiggling into the straight pencil skirt, and reaching behind to zip it closed. I left the top three buttons of the blouse open and slid the matching suit coat over my shoulders. If I buttoned the coat, it held my blouse closed enough that all I ...

... had to do was lean forward if I wanted to give some fortunate man a look down my blouse at some very seductive creamy white cleavage. I pulled my hair into a loose bun and held it in place with a giant hair clip.

I did a little make-up, and I was ready to head out onto campus to start another day as the newly transformed Genevieve. Today's version was sure to attract attention, and I couldn't wait to see whose attention that would be.

My walk across campus went pretty much as I'd expected. Heads turned, and mouths dropped open. I wondered what thoughts ran through their minds when they got a glimpse of the sexy black seams running down my legs. I was quickly becoming accustomed to having men look at me. Knowing their minds were thinking how incredible it would be to seduce me and use my body for their sexual pleasures. I smiled to myself, knowing the physical transformation I'd wanted was nearly complete. However, I still had a few things to experience before the mental or, should I say, sexual transformation was completed.

As I walked along the long corridor toward my classroom, Bill Franklin turned the corner of the hall midway along the building. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

"Genevieve, Jesus, what an incredible look,” he said.

I smiled and said, "Why thank you, Bill. I'd hoped to run into you today. I'm sorry I missed your call last night."

"Oh, that. I called on a whim, hoping to catch you at home. I saw you walking across the commons ...