Josephine's First Day

That was the big question. Dare I tell them how much I had enjoyed the feel of the clothes, from the snug fitting knickers to the feminine heeled shoes and the dress that hugged my thighs so alluringly? Would it be wise to admit that I had enjoyed being treated as a girl, both the friendship of other girls and the helpless feeling as I was behind the gym faced by a cock? Would the truth spoil their enjoyment of their practical joke, I wondered?

"I can tell by the smile on your face that you have enjoyed it Josephine, but I need to hear you say it." Miss Stone prompted.

"Yes Miss Stone, I enjoyed it. Every minute of the day." I was surprised to hear myself say. Emboldened I added "I liked being a girl."

To my surprise she moved over and hugged me. "That's fantastic Josephine" she cried. "I am so pleased that you had a good time!"

"Tell us about being with Tony behind the gym" said Mr. Graham.

I hadn't realized that they knew about this, but I told them, honestly, about my feelings of nervousness and then power, all mixed with curiosity, as well as the details of who did what to whom. They seemed to enjoy hearing all the details. Miss Stone asked if I would have sucked Tony's cock if he hadn't cum. I confessed that I would have and felt a flutter in my tummy as I did. The next question surprised me.

"Would you lick a girl's pussy while you were Josephine?"

I thought for a bit and decided that I would and told her so. Her next question surprised me even more.

"Would you lick mine, right here, right now?"

I nodded wordlessly. She led me over to a big crash mat, like the ones high-jumpers land on. She reached up under her short tennis skirt and pulled her knickers slowly down across her long tanned legs. She lay down and beckoned me over, indicating that I should kneel between her legs, facing her and then bend forward. I did as I was told and tentatively flicked my tongue across her pussy lips. The musky smell was intoxicating as was the slightly metallic taste which greeted my tongue. Sometimes she guided me either by word, moan or by moving my head physically. Every now and again I felt the soft smooth skin of her thighs, long and muscular, sliding against my ears.