The Mentor

by Jennifer White

          

Walt's mother shook her head. What trouble her son was! He was supposed to start his senior year of high school, but the school didn't want him to attend there. He was too much of a disruption. His friends were thugs, and he hung out with them all summer long, acting belligerent to anyone in a position of authority. Even his own mother.

And so she decided that she would send him off to a special boarding school, to cure him of his bad ways.

"Look at you!" she scolded, when he came home late one night. "Your hair is all long and overgrown. Your clothes are a mess. I smell cigarettes on you, and alcohol. Next thing I know, you're going to get another tattoo, or get in trouble with the police again. Enough is enough."

"Right. Whatever" said Walt. He shook his head. His stupid parents just didn't get it. As soon as he was done with school, he would take off, and live how *he* wanted to live. No more stupid rules. He hated them, just as he hated everyone else.

"Go to your room right now. You're grounded" said his mother.

"Whatever!" he sneered, as he walked away from her, laughing. She wasn't going to tell *him* what to do!

Walt's mother sat down and cried. Her son had turned out so terrible, in spite of all her efforts to be a good mother. At least he didn't know that in the morning, a van would arrive to pick him up and take him to his new school. If he knew, he'd probably run away. She would miss him. Even though he was all trouble, he *was* still her son. But he needed someone to straighten him out. It was all for his own good.

* * *

Walt was fast asleep at noon when the plain white van rolled into the driveway. Three burly men emerged, and walked up to the front door. After a brief conversation with Walt's mother, she signed the necessary papers. The first man filed them away in the van, then returned to assist the others, in case he was needed.

The men crashed into Walt's room without warning, and grabbed him. He screamed at them, but they were too strong. He kept trying to fight, and even attempted to bite one of the men. That was when the first man stepped in. He injected something into Walt's arm, and in a few moments he sagged, as the muscle relaxants made it impossible for him to fight anymore.

"Sorry" he said, "But he was thrashing. We had no choice."

"I understand" replied Walt's mom. "He can be difficult."

"Don't worry Ma'am. When the school year is over, you will have a nice, quiet, courteous child. We'll take care of everything."

"Thank you so much" she replied, as she wiped a tear from her eye.

* * *

Walt looked around the room and scowled. His stupid mother had sent him off to a boarding school of some kind. As if that would change him! What a food adults were. They were always trying to get him to conform, but he was going to go his own way. Nobody could tell him what to do! They might force him to be there, but he wasn't going to willingly go along with them. They would have to *force* him.

The room was filled with ten others, just like himself. Other young men who hated school, their parents, and authority in general. Some had piercings. Most had tattoos. They all dressed in leather or black, dyed their hair, or did anything they could to show that they weren't going to conform. He would have to band together with these other boys to figure out a way to flee, and go off on their own.

Two large burly men stood at the door, just like the goons who had kidnapped him. His mother might have approved it, but it wasn't by *his* choice, so he considered it to be kidnapping! He wondered if he could get the other boys to gang up on the men, and get out the door. But doubtless there were more of them, and he'd probably get beat up for trying. But he didn't rule it out yet!

The door opened, and Walt stiffened. What kind of goon was coming in now? Someone to threaten him? Some idiot disciplinarian who thought he could change him? He folded his arms defiantly. He was ready for whatever they threw at him, or so he thought. He gasped as he looked up to see what it was: a beautiful woman, as pretty as a model.

She wore a very tight red dress which sparkled in the light. She also had on red pumps with six inch heels, that made her shapely legs look stunning. The dress was so tight, showing off her curves. Her enormous breasts were practically hanging out at the top, looking so full, so ripe, so wonderful. She had long red hair, and a smile on her bright red lips. She blinked, drawing attention to her alluring eyes with long, long lashes.

She smiled as she stood confidently at the front of the room.

"Hello boys" she said. Needless to say, she had Walt's full attention, along with all of the others! "I am Ms. Keating. Welcome to my school."

Walt was just stunned. What kind of school was this? Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. He watched as Ms. Keating reached around behind herself, and unzipped her dress. She moved her hips from side to side, and slithered out of it. Now he could see her black shelf-bra, her garter belt, and the tops of the dark nylons the belt held up on her perfect legs.

"I run the school here" she said. "I have just a few simple rules. If you are good, you will be more than amply rewarded. If you are bad, you will be punished, severely. You will never be the same person after you are punished. You will find our punishments so harsh that, well, lets just say that you'll do anything to avoid them."

She walked over to one of the boys, and touched his face lightly with her hand as she smiled at him. She stepped over to Walt, and eyed him up and down. He felt so uncomfortable! This woman was so sexy, he wanted to fuck her more than anything, but he felt a sense of *power* radiating from her, and somehow she was scarier than any of the big burly men he had seen.

"Rewards here need to be earned" she continued, "But they will be well worth it for you. Each of you will be assigned a mentor to assist in your development."

Walt scowled. Just what he needed, some enthusiastic nerd who was "with the program", who would pester him, trying to straighten him up. He didn't want to have to hang out with someone so conformist that he'd help the school by "mentoring" others! He thought about some of the tutors they had assigned him at school in the past years. All he wanted to do was to beat them up.

Ms. Keating gave a nod to the man by the door. He opened it up. Walt's eyes were just popping out of his head as he saw who walked in: it was a girl, perhaps just a year or two older than him. She was dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, with a short plaid skirt, tight white top that showed off her impressive breasts, long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and black heels. Since she was closer to his age, he found that he wanted her even more than he wanted Ms. Keating!

The girl walked over to the first boy, and gave him a look up and down. Then she did the same for the next one, and the next. Walt couldn't help but to be disappointed when she took that boy by the hand, and led him out the door.

"Send in the next mentor" said Ms. Keating. The man nodded in response.

She was a mentor? Suddenly, Walt started to like the idea of a mentor a little better! He watched as an equally stunning brunette walked into the room, dressed in the same exact schoolgirl outfit. She went from boy to boy, finally selecting the one to Walt's right. Wow, was she hot! He waited with excitement to see the next girl come in and choose a boy. And the next one after that.

Walt was getting quite edgy now. Why hadn't they picked him? Each of the girls was stunning, and he was all hard from looking at them all. The one who came in next looked him in the eye, and walked over. She was perhaps the hottest of them all! She had long blonde hair, curled up at the ends, and just the prettiest face he had ever seen in his entire life! She didn't even look at another boy. She just came over, and took him by the hand.

Walt felt his knees go weak. This girl had picked him! He walked with her, hand in hand out the door.

"I'm Erica" she said. "I'll be your mentor."

"Hi. I'm Walt" he said, his voice cracking.

Erica didn't respond. She continued to walk with him, down the hall. They made a left, then finally entered a room. Erica closed the door as Walt looked around. It was clearly her bedroom! He was so excited that he thought he might come in his pants.

"Just so that we're clear" said Erica in her high pitched, clear voice, "You will be working very closely with me during your stay here. I am the most important person in your life now. With a word, I can have you punished. Ms. Keating told you about the punishments here. You don't want that. Believe me."

Walt nodded, not wanting to contradict her, and get off on a bad foot. But some stupid punishment didn't scare him!

"You will live with me, here in my room. We are going to be best friends. Here. Have a drink to celebrate."

She handed him a glass with a clear liquid inside. It smelled of alcohol.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Something I want you to drink. You can do that for me, can't you?"

He didn't want to get her pissed off at him. So he took a deep drink. It wasn't half bad. He drained the cup, and handed it back.

"Very good" she said. "I know you don't like the idea, but you need to get used to doing whatever I ask you. If you get defiant, I will have to tell them, and you'll be punished. Please don't do that! I don't want to see you get punished. I *like* you."

Erica put her hands on Walt's chest as she said that, and he felt his heart start to beat as fast as it could without bursting. He was as hard as a rock in his pants. He wanted her so much! He felt himself calm down as the alcohol hit him. He smiled at her. What he didn't realize was that the drink had other ingredients besides alcohol. As the alcohol was loosening his inhibitions, another ingredient was making him feel giddy.

Between that and his overwhelming excitement about being so close to Erica, he couldn't feel as a third ingredient went to work on his brain. Little did he realize that it was a powerful drug that was making him become quiet and compliant. It had been used by the KGB and the CIA when they had uncooperative suspects. He wouldn't even realize that it was making it impossible for him to resist Erica's orders.

"Mmmm, you're so handsome" she said. "I'd love to get a look at you, without all of those clothes on. Do you think you could take everything off for me, so I can get a better view?"

Erica covered her mouth and giggled. Even without the drug, Walt would have obeyed her for this request! In just moments, he removed everything, and stood there in front of her, his penis stiff and hard, pointing right at her.

Erica then took a jar off of the counter, and removed the lid. She put some of the cream on her hand, and began rubbing it onto Walt's chest. Her touch felt so good! His eyes closed with pleasure as she started to spread the cream across his entire body. Every inch except for his hair was soon covered with the cream.

Now she took a damp sponge, and started to wipe him off. He was so enthralled with her, that he didn't even notice that as she wiped, his body hair was coming right off, making his skin look smooth and soft. Within minutes, she had removed everything, except for what he had on his head. She smiled and gave his penis a light squeeze.

"Ooh, so hard" she said. "I like that."

Walt smiled. He felt like he was going to come, right there. In fact, a drop of pre-come was oozing out of him. He held back, not letting himself come yet.

"We all have to wear school uniforms here" said Erica. "Would you try yours on, for me?"

"Sure" said Walt, his voice again cracking.

"I'm so glad you're being cooperative" replied Erica. "I was right to pick you. You *are* the best one of the group. I feel proud of you already. This is going to be so fun for us together!"

Walt smiled. Until he saw what she handed to him. It was a pair of silky pink thong panties. They were so little! So frilly! So feminine.

"Go ahead" said Erica. "Put them on."

"But they're panties" replied Walt.

"Standard issue" she said. "Just like mine. Here. Take a look."

She raised up her skirt, showing off for him her panties, which laid flat in the front over her pussy. She turned to show off her perfect a$$, with the thin thong barely even visible.

"Go ahead" she said. "Put it on. For me."

Walt didn't know why he was putting the panties on. He didn't want to wear them! But how could he say no to Erica? He was surprised to find that he was obeying her. Now he was in panties.

"They feel so *good*" she cooed in his ears. "I love seeing you in them. It turns me on so much! You want me to feel turned on by you, don't you?"

"Yes" he hissed.

"Good. Then try to put this on for me too."

She handed him a matching pink bra, which he took in his trembling hand. A bra! For him to wear!

"Go on" she said in a seductive voice. "Put it on. I wore it yesterday. Don't you want to feel the same bra that was supporting my boobs? You like my boobs don't you? Then put it on, so you can see how it feels. I'll let you touch my boobs, if you put your bra on."

Walt's hands were behind him, fumbling to get the bra on now! Erica walked behind him, and gently guided his hands, helping him to learn how to fasten up his bra. Moments later, he was done, and she adjusted the straps over his shoulders for him.

"That's so nice" she said, as she pressed her body into his. She took his hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts. Walt's eyes closed again, involuntarily, as he felt such deep pleasure!

Next, she got him into a top, just like hers. And then a matching green plaid skirt, just like hers. Then white socks, black shoes with heels, and now his outfit was identical to hers. But she wasn't done yet. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and asked him to sit down in front of the mirror.

"Your hair is so pretty" she said. "Let me show you how to make it look nice."

She brushed it back, straightening out the messy mats and tangles. Then she put in a headband, matching in color to Walt's skirt. She fussed with it a bit, getting it to lay just right. Then she kissed him lightly again on the cheek. She kept talking to him, telling him how wonderful he looked, as she started to apply makeup to his face. She was careful to explain what she was doing, telling him that he'd be doing it himself every day from then on.

Walt should have been running way! He didn't want to dress up as a girl! He didn't want to wear a skirt, let alone makeup! But he just could not find a way to say 'no' to Erica. Now she was painting his nails a bright red color, and he didn't understand why he was just letting her do it to him!

She clipped earrings onto him, telling him that if he was good, they'd let him pierce his ears. Then she added on a gold necklace with a dangling red stone at the end, along with a couple of rings for his fingers. She sprayed him with a smelly floral perfume, then she stood back to admire her handiwork.

"Just look at you!" she said.

Walt looked into the mirror, horrified to see that he appeared to be a girl now!

"Don't worry" said Erica. "Its just temporary. Tell me. Do you like *my* body?"

"Yes!" said Walt, with full enthusiasm.

"I'm so glad you do" she replied. "If you're good, they'll allow me to have you. I want you so bad! I want to fuck your brains out, right here and now. But I'm not allowed to on the first day. You have to earn it first. I wish I could just lay you right now, but I'll have to be patient, as will you."

Walt's eyes were popping out of his head. She wanted him? Badly?

"You want to fuck me too, don't you?" she asked.

"More than anything" he replied.

"Mmmm, I'm so happy to hear that!" she said. "Promise me that you'll be good, so I can have you? Please!"

"I promise" said Walt. "I'll be good. I want you so much."

"See? I knew you were the best one."

Walt felt so proud.

"We have to go out for a class now. But there is one last thing I need to do. I hate this, but I'm supposed to assign you a girl's name. All of the other boys will have one too by now. I'm not allowed to ever speak your male name again. For the rest of the time here, I have to call you Diana. I'm sorry. I know you don't like it. But this is something I have to do. Can you forgive me, Diana?"

"I forgive you" replied Walt.

"Oh Diana, you're just the best!" gushed Erica. "Come on now, we don't want to be late!"

She took him by the hand, and she was practically skipping as they went down the hall towards a classroom. Walt had some trouble walking in the high heel shoes at first, but Erica helped steady him.

"You'll get used to them" she said. "I can see that you're a quick learner. I *like* that about you."

Walk and Erica walked into a classroom. There were pairs of desks close to each other. She sat down, with him right by her side. Six of the other boys were already there, with their mentors. Walt noticed how they all were dressed up identically, just as he was. Soon, the eighth and ninth boys arrived and sat down. Now they just needed the last one.

A pretty girl walked in, but she was alone. She sat down in an empty seat. Moments later, Ms. Keating walked in, and took a seat at the front, behind the large desk.

"Brenda, where is your student?" she asked.

"Sorry Ms. Keating. He refused to cooperate. They had to come take him in for punishment."

"I'm sorry to hear that" she replied, as she began to mark down the attendance.

"Bad boys are punished" said Ms. Keating. "But good girls are rewarded. You already know the rule that you must obey your mentor at all times. And you must obey me. We will not tolerate any aggression, nor any sass. There is one further rule, that is of the utmost importance. None of you are allowed to touch yourselves. If any of your masturbate, you will receive the strictest punishment possible."

Erica leaned over and whispered in Walt's ear.

"You're only allowed to come in my pussy!" she said, giggling. Walt smiled back at her. He couldn't wait!

Ms. Keating spent an hour going over the school, showing where things were located on a map. She told them about when meals were, recreation, as well as dozens of other rules and regulations. When she was done, she introduced Miss Mills, who would be their math teacher. They spent the next hour on math lessons. When Walt had problems, Erica helped get him back on track.

Next came Mrs. James, the history teacher, then Mme. Arden, who taught French. It was just a few minutes before they would be done for the day, and Walt was getting tired. He hadn't concentrated so much at school for years! He recited some basic verbs, along with the class, repeating along with Mme. Arden.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a boy dressed up like Walt and the rest of the class staggered in. His makeup was running. It was clear that he had been crying.

"There you are, Suzie" said the one girl who sat by herself. "Come here and sit by me."

"Certainly, Ma'am" he said, hurrying to comply with her request.

"Were the hard on you?" she asked. "How do you feel?"

"I promise Ma'am, I will never disobey you again! Please don't make me go back! Please!!!!!!"

Walt watched with wide eyes. The toughest boy of the group, the one who was rebellious enough to resist being dressed up was pleading with his girl like that? And calling her "Ma'am"? He seemed terrified. The punishments must truly be something terrible. Maybe had was better off not making waves after all. Plus, he didn't want to disappoint Erica!

When class was done, Walt had dinner with Erica. They did homework together. They took a long walk on the grounds, which were surrounded by a fifteen foot cement wall with razor wire at the top. There was no hope of escape. But Walt didn't want to leave: he was so close to scoring with Erica! He would be good, and do whatever it took for him to be rewarded. He *had* to have her!

He returned to his room with her, and they watched the tele for a few hours, until the bell rang to signal that it was time for lights out. Erica showed Walt how to properly remove his makeup, hang up his skirt, and put on his nightie for bed.

"Good night Diana" said Erica. "I can't wait until we can share a bed together!"

"Good night Erica. I can't wait either!" he replied, enthusiastically.

"Remember, don't touch yourself. I'd hate to see you get punished."

"Me too!" he said, as she turned off the lights, and they want to bed for the night.

Erica opened a drawer, and removed from it a realistic looking dildo that was barely visible to Walt in the dim light of the room.

"I wish this was *you*" she said, as she sucked on it, then inserted it in between her legs. As she began to softly moan, Walt felt himself get so hard! He wished too that it was him in there, and not some plastic facsimile of a penis. He wanted so much to touch himself, but he had promised not to. He fell asleep to the sound of Erica bring herself to orgasm, again and again.

* * *

In the morning, when Walt woke up he felt so foolish! Here he was wearing a nightie, panties and a bra! It had seemed like such a good idea at the time when Erica gave it to him. But now he had come to his senses, and he was freaked out. Did he really just spent a day dressed as a schoolgirl? How could he have let a girl manipulate him into doing that (even a girl as hot as Erica)?

She came over to his bed, wearing nothing but her sheer nightie. He could clearly see her nipples showing right through it. He could also see the patch of hair she had right above her pussy. He couldn't help it: he got really hard right away. Erica held a cup up to his lips.

"Drink up" she said. "For me."

Almost before he knew it, the clear liquid was pouring down his throat. When the cup was empty, Erica smiled, kissed him on his cheek, and told him that he was very good.

"I want you so much!" she said. "I can't wait until we're allowed to be together. Mmmm. Just look how big you are."

Walt couldn't wait either! He felt giddy again from her attention, and everything now seemed right. Acting on her orders, he took a shower, then dressed up in the standard school outfit. He put on his bra, his panties, skirt, top, and shoes. Under her watchful eye, he did his own makeup for the first time, did his hair in a high ponytail, put on his jewelry, and got ready to leave with Erica for breakfast.

After they ate, it was time for class, all day long, just like any person his age would go through. Except that all of his teachers were super-sexy women, half the students were total hotties, and the other half were boys like himself, made up to look like girls. It was hard to concentrate on his studies sometimes, with Erica being so close. But she would gently guide him, turning his concentration back to the work at hand.

In the afternoon, during Mrs. James' history class, the boy sitting to Walt's left seemed agitated. He leaned forward, and tried to give his mentor a kiss, placing his hand on her fantastic chest. Moments later, three large men swooped into the room, grabbed him, and dragged him off. Everyone grew silent. The boy who had been punished the day before started to cry.

"What did they do to you?" asked the boy to his left.

That just made him start bawling even harder. Walt felt a feeling of dread, as they waited for the unfortunate boy to return to class. They didn't see him again until dinner time. Just as with the boy from the day before, he was so shaken after his ordeal! He couldn't even eat. He just trembled, rocking back and forth as he hugged himself with his arms, mumbling to himself.

Walt thought he heard him say something about liking boys, but it was too low and too slurred for him to understand what he was saying.

"I'm so glad that you're a good girl, Diana" said Erica. "I'm so proud of you. Promise me again you'll never be bad. Promise me you won't ever make them punish you."

"I promise" he replied. Whatever they had done to those two boys, Walt did *not* want them to do to him!

* * *

It was over two weeks since Walt had first arrived at the academy. For two weeks, he had lived oh so close to Erica. She still seemed like the perfect female; he had not been able to detect even the slightest flaw in her. They were friends now, talking about everything. He felt like he was really becoming close to her. He had never been as close to a girl in his whole life before.

"I really want you" he said as they studied.

"And I want you so bad, Diana" she replied. "Every nigh I dream of being able to make love to you all night long."

"I hear you as you, um, do yourself" he said.

"That's me, pretending I'm with you" she replied. "After being around you all day, I can't take it, and I have to get out my dildo. I imagine it's you, deep inside me, making me come again and again. I want you so much."

Walt became so aroused, hearing her talk like that. After weeks of time with Erica, he couldn't stand it! He wasn't allowed to touch himself, and he needed a release *so* bad.

"When can we do that?" he asked. "When can we finally do it? I can't stand waiting anymore!

"Have you touched yourself?" she said. "Have you been masturbating?"

"No" he replied. "I've done as you asked. I've only come when I had a wet dream."

Erica was toying with her hair. She twirled her finger around in it, driving Walt even more crazy.

"Tell me, Diana" she said. "What were you dreaming about when you came?"

"You" replied Walt, as he smiled at her.

"I'm afraid you're just not ready" said Erica, sounding disappointed.

Walt wondered what in the world he needed to do. He had been good, and had obeyed all of the rules. For weeks, he had dressed and acted like a girl, doing exactly what Erica asked of him. He had even gulped down the drinks she gave him twice a day, even though he wasn't getting buzzed from them anymore. He wanted to impress her, more than anything. She was *so* hot, and he had been so close to her, seeing her dress, undress, shower, walk around the room half (or completely!) naked. And he couldn't stand it. He had to have her! He would do whatever it took. Finally, he came right out and asked her. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Look" he said. "You keep telling me I'm not ready, and soon we'll be able to get it on. What is it that I have to do?"

Erica looked at him and smiled, sweetly.

"I'm not supposed to tell you this" she said, her voice a low whisper, as she looked around, as if making sure that nobody else could hear. "But as you can tell, they're trying to teach you here how typical male behaviors like aggression are bad, while the typical female behaviors are good. I know its hard on you going around dressed up like a girl every day. I want you so much, and I hate to see you suffer! I wish I could just make love with you every night."

Walt perked up when he heard her talk like that! Whatever he needed to do in order to progress to the next stage, he would do it!

"So in order for us to move along, you need to convince the teachers that you get it. Boys are bad, girls are good."

"But how?" said Walt. "How can I let them know?"

"I'll tell you" said Erica. "What you need to do, is to show the teachers that you *like* being a good girl. Show them that you've given up your bad ways, and you've improved yourself."

"Okay" said Walt. "But how can I do that? *How* can I show them?"

"Are you willing to do some extra study with me? A couple of hours a night?" asked Erica.

"Of course" replied Walt.

"I'll prepare you. Once you're there, I have a way to signal the teachers that you're ready."

"Why can't we do that now?" he asked.

"Do you want to get me in trouble?" she replied. "If I signal them now, and you can't back it up, they'll send me off, and assign someone else to you. Is that what you want? For me to get marked down for bad performance?"

"No!" said Walt. "I want to be with you!"

"Then lets get to it. I have a book I want you to read" she said.

"How will that help?" asked Walt.

"Do you trust me?" asked Erica.

"Yes."

"Then lets start reading this together. I'll make sure you know it, then I'll signal the teachers."

Walt know that would mean that they could go the next step! He vowed to dig in, no matter what the book was, and really learn the material. He wasn't the best student, but Erica would be there to mentor him.

She handed him a book. It was some kind of book on the biology of a woman's body.

"You're going to learn all about girls now" said Erica. "Lets get started, right away."

Walt and her read the first chapter together. It talked about how a girl reaches puberty, then her body starts to go through all sorts of changes. Nothing he didn't know already. But the way the book was phrased made it seem like it was written just for girls. For example, it said how "When you have your first period, you'll know that you've take a major step from being a girl, towards becoming a woman."

Next, the book moved on to anatomy. Walt and Erica were reading the chapter on the vagina. Walt read out loud to her.

"As you explore your vagina with your fingers, you will notice how the first third is far more sensitive because there are more nerve endings. Move your hand deeper into your vagina, and you will note how there is less sensation. This means that its a myth that you need a man with as long of a penis as possible. In fact, the width of a man's penis is more important than the length. It will stimulate you better, as it touches the folds on the wall of your vagina when he penetrates you."

The book went on to talk about the female orgasm, monthly cycle, and more. Each day Walt and Erica read more, after reviewing the material from the previous day.

"Where is your vagina the most sensitive?" she asked.

"Up at the top of it" replied Walt.

Erica sighed.

"That's technically correct, but you phrased it wrong. I asked where *your* vagina was the most sensitive."

"At the beginning" said Walt.

"You don't get it" she replied. "Ask *me*."

"Okay" he said. "Erica, where is *your* vagina the most sensitive?"

"My vagina is most sensitive in the first third" she replied. "How about *your* vagina, Diana?"

"My vagina is the most sensitive up at the top" he replied.

"Perfect!" said Erica, clapping her hands together. She gave Walt a tight squeeze, and a kiss on the cheek.

"Remember my love" she said, "You need to phrase your answers that way. The teachers are going to want to hear it phrased like that."

"Okay" replied Walt. "I'll phrase it that way."

"I can't believe I'm helping you cheat like this! But I just *need* you so bad, Diana. I'll do anything so that we can be together."

"Same for me" he said.

"Lets move on" said Erica. "Now tell me what part of your reproductive system sheds its lining each month?"

"My uterus" he replied.

"Exactly! Now, where are your mammary glands located?"

"In my breasts."

"And what part of your body produces eggs?"

"My ovaries produce eggs" said Walt.

"Very good. And what happens if one of your eggs gets fertilized?"

"I can get pregnant" he replied.

Erica and Walt moved ahead to the next chapter of the book, as he learned more and more about women's bodies.

* * *

After a week of going through the book, Walt had become completely adept at describing his body, as if he was a girl. He had said "My vagina" so many times, that he didn't even blink anymore when he said it. It felt weird for him to describe himself as if he had a *female* reproductive system, but if that was what it took to make Erica all his, he would do it.

"How does it feel for you to describe your vagina to me, Diana?" asked Erica.

"At first, I was freaked out" he replied. "But now, I'm used to it."

"Perfect!" she said, her face lit up in a broad grin. "You're almost ready then. You see, if a teacher asked you, and you acted strange about it or you flinched, they'd know something is up. But if you can tell them about your female body as well as you've done for me, they'll believe that you've progressed to the point where you can I can be open for a relationship."

"I can't wait!" said Walt.

"Me neither" replied Erica, licking her pink glossy lips. "Now there is one more secret I'll let you in on. As you stay here, and you get used to dressing and acting like a good girl, you're supposed to reach a point where you start to feel bad, because you don't quite fit in. As you identify with your new peer group, you want to be like the others. And you're supposed to find yourself, um, lacking in certain things."

"Like what?" asked Walt, curiously.

"boobs" replied Erica, as she cupped her hands under her own perfect pair. "You don't have the, but all of the good girls do. So you're supposed to feel left out. What is supposed to happen is that one day you realize you *want* to be seen as good. On that day, you would realize that you're more like us, the mentors, then the bad boys. And so you want to fit in with *us*, as your peer group. But you don't have boobs, and that is supposed to make you feel inadequate. You feel bad about yourself because your chest is so flat, and you don't look like we do in our sweaters."

"I see" said Walt.

"So one day, you would come to me, as your best friend, and you'd tell me how you feel left out, because you don't have boobs. And on that day, I'd help you. That would be the day that you cross over from being part of the bad group, to joining us, in the good group. For some boys, it takes years to reach that point. But I can't wait years for you! I want you *now*. I'm telling you this, just so that we can be together. Please don't tell a soul! If they found out that I told you, I'd be in so much trouble...."

"I'd never do that. I'd never get you in trouble" said Walt. "I love you, and I want to be with you more than anything."

"All you need to do is ask me then" said Erica. "Say it, so I can truthfully tell them that you wanted it, and you came to me."

"Okay" said Walt, taking a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy for him, saying the words he knew that she wanted to hear. He realized that all of the special studies they had been doing together were designed to get him to this point.

"Hello Diana" said Erica, acting as if she had just walked into the room. "Why do you look so sad today?"

Walt smiled at her.

"I'm not sad" he said. "It's just I don't feel like I fit in with the other girls sometimes."

"And how is that?" asked Erica, innocently.

"It's this" he said, putting his hands onto his flat chest. "I'm the only girl in the class who doesn't have her boobs yet, and I feel so left out. I don't look right in a sweater, like you do, or the other girls. I wish I had boobs too."

"Oh Diana, I know just how you feel" replied Erica. "I was late to get my period compared to the girls in my class. And I was one of the last ones to develop boobs. I understand."

She gave him a big hug. He could feel her large, tight breasts pushing up against him.

"I can help you Diana. Do you want for me to help you?"

"Yes!" he said. "Please Erica, help me."

"Tell me that you wish you had boobs like mine."

"I wish I had boobs like yours!" said Walt. He sounded as if he meant it. He *did* want them. They'd mean that he got to have Erica.

"You sit here and do your homework, honey" said Erica. "I'll be right back."

"Okay" replied Walt, wondering what was going on. As he waited for her, he leafed through the latest copy of Elle, which she subscribed to. She had been teaching him more about his makeup and hair care, as well as fashion. They had been reading her magazines together, and he was starting to really catch on.

"I'm back" said Erica, as she returned fifteen minutes later.

"Hey" said Walt, as he looked up from the glossy magazine. He noticed that she was carrying a bag with her. She came and sat down, right next to him.

"I told them that you've already reached the next stage of your development, and that you're ready for these. Go lock the door, and take off your sweater" said Erica.

Walt excitedly did as she asked. When he returned, he watched her pull her own sweater off, over her large, perfect boobs. She started to unbutton her top, and she nodded to him to do the same. Now above the waist they just had their bras on, although hers was filled with her soft, firm young boobs, while Walt's was completely empty.

"When I was hired here" said Erica, as she removed her bra, "They sat me down, and made molds based on my breasts."

Walt gasped as he looked at her exposed boobs. They were so perfectly shaped! Slightly upturned, with large nipples surrounded by a wide area of darker color. Oh, how he wanted to touch them! He had a hard time looking her in the face; he could only stare at her boobs, mesmerized.

"Using a silicon gel material" continued Erica, "They made an exact copy of them. And now, I'm going to give them to you."

She handed the bag to Walt. As he took it from her, her naked breast lightly brushed against his arm, sending chills up and down his spine. He was now fully aroused, and as stiff as a board down there. He wanted her so bad! And how he was going to get her!

He opened the bag, and removed the two large lumps inside. They were heavier than he expected. They did look exactly like Erica's breasts, down to a perfect copy of her nipples, and the dark rings of color. Even the little bumps around her aereola were perfectly replicated. And they were in his hands! It was almost as if he was holding her real boobs in his hands. That only made him feel more excited. He looked up at Erica, who patted her chest. He knew what she wanted. She wanted to see them inside his bra.

Walt grinned as he pulled the bra away from his chest a bit, and worked in one of the lumps, into the left side. Now it filled the bra cup, stretching the material out. His hand was trembling as he put the other one in the right side. The weight of the fake boobs made his bra feel different on him now, even though he was pretty much used to wearing one after all the weeks. Now the straps had something to support, and they dug into his shoulders as the stretched out. The underwire now also came into play as well.

As he looked down, Walt's bra now was full. He had mounds on his chest, just like Erica did, pointing away from him. Just like her. She took a step closer to him, and put her arms around his waist.

"Now, you're just like me" she said. "Tell me you're a good girl, Diana."

"I'm a good girl now" said Walt.

"Tell me how it feels to have boobs like mine."

"It feels wonderful" he said, as he tingled all over. Erica put her hands onto his chest, cupping his fake boobs, as she took a step closer to him. Her body pressed up against his. He could feel her reach down under his skirt, and pull down his panties. They fell down to his ankles, and he kicked them off.

"Put this on, love" she said, pulling a condom from the pocket of her skirt, and handing it to him. He unwrapped it, and put it onto his hard, stiff penis. Immediately, her hand took hold of his penis, and she let out a soft purr.

"suck my nipple, my love" she said. "Touch my breasts."

Walt eagerly put his lips on her left nipple, and started to cress the soft skin of her boobs with his hands.

"Now you're just like me. Now you've got boobs too" she said, as she began to gently jerk him off. "Your boobs are exactly like mine. You are becoming just like me, my love. Your breasts are so wonderful, and they turn me on so much! Tell me how much you like have boobs."

Walt took his mouth off her nipple.

"I love having boobs" he said, as his knees grew weak. He couldn't take it anymore. He let himself come. If not for the condom, he would have ruined his skirt with all of the pent up come he had inside. He came so hard, harder than ever before in all his life. All of his desires for Erica poured out at once, and it was so overwhelming to have *her* be the one to make him come!

"Oh my god!" he said, as he gasped for air. "That was amazing!"

"Now that you want to be a girl, we can do that all the time" said Erica, as she finally let go of his penis, put her arms around him, then gave him a huge kiss. "Next time, I'll teach you how to go down on me, so you can make *me* come too."

That night, Walt went to bed feeling happier than he had in his entire life. Although he wore a bra to bed, and it was stuffed full with large fake breasts, this night had one distinct advantage. Erica had moved her bed next to his, and they were sleeping, touching each other as they drifted off to sleep...

* * *

The next day was like most school days for Walt. Get up, shower, shave his legs, then get dressed up in his schoolgirl uniform. But this time, there was one difference: his bra was now stuffed full with replica's of Erica's boobs. The way it made his tight sweater look was just amazing! He was getting very good at applying his own makeup by now. His fingernails had grown out much longer, and they were perfectly painted a bright pink color. Add to that the fact that his long hair had been styled recently, making it full and wavy. The boobs just completed the look. To someone who didn't know him from before, they would have sworn that he was a girl.

He sat down proudly next to Erica, aware that the boys in the class were all staring at him in amazement. He had boobs now. He felt so proud. He was one of the good girls. The teacher nodded at him, and smiled. She wrote something down. She had noticed his boobs too. Erica had warned him that the boys would all be jealous, and some might even tease him. He could hear them murmuring to each other.

The class today was on sex education. The teacher was lecturing them, reminding each of them that if they were sexually active with their boyfriends, they would need to take birth control pills daily, so that they wouldn't get pregnant. She turned to the class and asked a question.

"What part of your body is it that produces your eggs, which can be fertilized by a man's sperm?"

Walt knew. He raised his hand.

"Yes, Diana?" asked the teacher.

"My ovaries" he stated.

"Yes Diana, correct. Class, you should all be studying as hard as Ms. Wright here. She is well ahead of the rest of you."

Walt smiled at the strong praise from the teacher, although he heard grumbling from some of the boys. He looked over to Erica, who winked at him. All of the others would be so jealous of him now. He could hardly wait for classes to be done for the day! He imagined what he would do with Erica once they were alone together. And it was Friday; he'd have all weekend with her! He couldn't wait.

The bell rang, and the class emptied out to the hall.

"I'm going to go use the little girl's room" said Erica. "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Sure" said Walt.

He leaned against the wall, waiting for his beloved Erica to return. But the moment he was alone, two of the boys in his class approached him. They looked upset.

"What are you doing?" said one. "Just look at yourself! You're letting them turn you into a girl!"

"Yah" said the other. "What, you *want* to be a chick? Have some respect for yourself!"

"You're just jealous because I have boobs now" said Walt, proudly.

"You gave in, and now they're going to try to force *us* to get them too!" said the first boy, clearly upset.

"You're going to ruin it for us!" said the second one.

"Lets teach him a lesson" said the first one.

The boy reached back, made a fist, and punched Walt right in the gut. The second one kneed him hard, and he fell back against the locker. Immediately, three large men came running out, grabbing each boy.

"He started it!" said the first boy, pointing at Walt.

"Yah! It was him!" said the second one, pointing too.

Walt was still gasping for air. "I didn't do anything... they hit me..." he struggled to say.

"Doesn't matter" said the man. "If you fight, you're going to be punished."

Walt was being dragged away, down the hall, and looking back helplessly as Erica emerged from the girls room. She had a look of horror on her face as he was pulled inside a room, and the door slammed shut.

* * *

Walt looked around. He was on some kind of medical table, held down tightly with chains that were digging into his arms. His wrists and ankles were held in cuffs. There was one around his throat too, making it impossible for him to move. As he stood there, a technician was hooking up some sorts of wires to his head, and down between his legs. When he was done, he walked away, leaving Walt naked and scared out of his wits. What were they going to do to him?

His head was held in position so he couldn't even turn it. All he could do was to stare straight up. But suddenly the bed began to move, putting him into more of a sitting position. The bed stopped, and he heard the sound of footsteps on the floor. There in front of him was Ms. Keating herself. She was dressed up in a tight leather outfit, with a miniskirt and high heel boots. She circled around, and inspected the wires attached to Walt, as she powered on a machine just out of sight to his right.

"What a disappointment" she said. "Erica was telling me of your tremendous progress, then you go and get yourself into a fight."

"They jumped me" said Walt. "I didn't do anything! They hit me. I never hit back! I promise, I'm a good girl!"

"It doesn't matter now" said Ms. Keating. "You violated our policy. You could have run away. You could have cried out for help. But instead, you let yourself get into a fight. This is *your* fault, Diana. I have no choice but to punish you too. If I made an exception for you, I'd have to make exceptions for others too, and I just can't do that."

She pressed a button, and a large video monitor came down out of the ceiling. It lit up blue as it warmed up, then it showed a test pattern. Walt wondered why in the world they would have him look at a video monitor. The monitor started to show an image now. It was an incredibly hot looking woman with no clothes on. Walt let himself get hard as he stared at the woman, who was spreading her legs wide open. But at that moment, he was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of pain, as if his entire body was on fire. He couldn't help but to scream out loud.

Suddenly, the image shifted to that of a naked man. The man was touching himself, and his penis was hard and fully erect. Suddenly, the pain was gone, and Walt felt a rush of pleasure course through him, the likes of which he had never felt before. It was as if every nerve in his body was suddenly have an orgasm at once. It felt so good, he thought he was going to pass out.

The picture changed to that of a woman again, licking her lips, and taking a step closer to the camera. The pleasure vanished, and now the pain returned, even stronger than before. After half of minute of agony, the picture returned to that of a man. The man licked his lips, and took a step towards the camera, his erect penis right at eye level. Now the pleasure returned.

Faster and faster it ran. Different images, with different sensations caused by the machine and the wires. There was a movie of two hot young girls making out, which caused the pain to return. Then there was one of two men kissing, holding each other's penises, which cause the pleasure to come back. There was a scene that made it look as if Walt was on top of a girl, fucking her. That caused pain. Then there was one that made it look like he was mounting a man from behind, causing the pleasure.

It repeated over and over, again and again, gaining in intensity. It went on for almost two hours! If Walt ever closed his eyes, he would automatically feel the pain. He had no choice but to look on. Ms. Keating put a set of earphones on him as he watched, whispering things into his ears that he didn't want to hear. Walt tried to struggle against what she was doing to him, but it was of no use. A third hour went by, and when she finally switched the machine off, Walt couldn't do anything but cry.

Ms. Keating gently removed the earphones and the electrodes. The video screen turned off, and retracted back up into the ceiling. She undid the bonds on Walt, who was covered with sweat. Ms. Keating pointed him towards a room in the corner.

"Go shower, then redo your makeup. All of that crying has ruined it" she said.

Walt did as she asked, not wanting to incur her wrath. It had been the worst thing he had ever endured in his life. When he was done, feeling somewhat refreshed, he was still shaken. His knees were weak, and he felt like he was going to be sick to his stomach.

"That was level one" said Ms. Keating. "Besides the conscious images you saw, and the nerve induction we used to administer pleasure and pain, there was also a subliminal element. In your mind, there is an endless loop now playing, just under your conciseness. When you fall asleep tonight, it will start playing over and over again. Tonight, you will dream that you are a woman, and you are laying in bed, with a man on top of you, with his penis inside of you. You'll dream the same dream again for a few weeks. You will find that you like *boys* now, instead of girls."

"No..." said Walt, his voice a mere whisper.

"Oh yes" she replied. "The effects are quite irreversible. And that was at level one. If you misbehave again, we can bring it all the way up to level ten."

"Please, no!" he cried.

"Then you will learn to behave like a proper young lady. In order to cure this aggression inside of you, I'm ordering that you get put on estrogen now. You'll take pills three times a day, so we can tone down these terrible male tendencies inside you. I'm going to give you your first dose now. This will start you on a journey towards true womanhood. In time, you'll start to grow real breasts of your own. You are going to become a real girl now, Diana. And there is no going back."

She handed Walt a little pink pill. He took it from her, but he had nothing to wash it down with. Ms. Keating reached over to the counter, and picked up a glass that was shaped just like a penis and balls. She filled it with water, and handed it to Walt. He took it with a trembling hand, and washed down the pill.

"There now" said Ms. Keating. "Your first dose of womanhood. Now hurry off to class. You don't want to be late!"

Walt left the room as fast as he could, but he felt like crying. It was so terrible what they had just done to him! He could barely concentrate through the last class, then he hurried back to his room, hoping that Erica would be able to help him. She came in the room, and he started bawling. She came over and gave him a hug. She tried to kiss him, but he turned away.

"What's the matter Diana, don't you want me?" she said.

"I do, but... they did something to me! They made me start to like boys! I.... I can't....."

"Oh my" said Erica. "I didn't realize they would punish you so severely. Let me try to help you. Don't worry about crying. All girls get emotional and cry. Clean up your face, and I'll be right back."

"Okay" said Walt, sniffling. He washed up his face, and fixed his makeup before Erica returned. She locked the door, then closed the window shade. Then she walked up to him.

"You know I want you more than anything" she said. "And I want to be with you. I'll do whatever it takes for us to be together."

"I love you too" replied Walt. "But you don't understand what they forced me to feel now!"

"I think I do" said Erica. "That is why I went to a friend, and got one of these."

She lifted up her skirt, revealing to him that underneath she was wearing just a leather harness. She went to her drawer, and pulled out her large, realistic looking dildo. She slid it into the harness, so that it was poking out from her, making it look as if she had a penis with a full hard-on! Walt felt weak in the knees. His body reacted by becoming completely aroused, as the memories of the pleasure he had felt swept through him. He couldn't believe it, but he *wanted* her now, like that!

"Can..." he started, "Can I suck on it? Please?"

"Oh baby, yes" said Erica. "Get down on your knees, so you can suck my dick."

The words were like music to Walt's ears. He dropped to his knees, and started to lick the tip of it, before letter her gently push it up into his mouth. Oh how wonderful it felt! She seemed so powerful now, so strong, and that made him want her even more. He started to feel something new. A need. A need for her to do more with her penis than just to let him suck it.

"I need you, inside me" he said, removing his mouth for a moment.

"Oh, that would be so wonderful" cooed Erica. "Take off your panties, and lean over the bed for me, baby."

Walt did just was she asked for, and moments later he was rewarded with the feeling of her penetrating him. Soon, she was inside him, and gently thrusting. He was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"I wish you were a man" said his lips, although he was shocked to hear the words!

"Imagine that I am, baby" said Erica. "I'm a big man, and I'm inside of your pussy, fucking you."

Walt's eyes rolled back up inside his head, as he felt the pleasure overtake him. He came so hard, even though she wasn't touching him. She was still thrusting, and he reached over into her dildo drawer, and grabbed one to suck on, as she continued. The shape of it! How perfect! Oh how he wanted to suck one, and to feel one inside him at all times. With all his heart, Walt wished he was really a woman so he could be with a man.

He went to sleep that night, holding one of Erica's dildos close to his chest. Just as Ms. Keating said, all night long he dreamed that he was a real woman, with a big strong man making love to him.

* * *

All weekend long, Walt and Erica made love. But it was always with her in the masculine role, and him as the woman. Erica went around wearing a pair of pants, pretending to be the husband. Walt had to call her "Eric". Meanwhile, he was the wife, taking care of her every need. Several times a day they'd make love, and he was just addicted to the feeling of a penis inside him. He couldn't help it; it was just overwhelmingly good.

He took his estrogen pills three times a day, as Ms. Keating had ordered. He wondered how long they would take to have an effect on him. He didn't care, as long as he could be with Erica. He loved her with all his heart. She was willing to act like a man, in order to make *him* feel happy.

On Monday, he returned to his school schedule. Some of the boys asked him what they did to him, but he didn't dare speak. He did notice one thing though; the two boys who had beat up on him were hanging out together all day, holding each other's hands. He realized something then: they were *together* now, as a couple! He wondered what level of punishment they had endured.

Walt was very careful to act properly at all times. He would do anything to avoid being punished again! He tried to block it out from his mind, and forget the terrible painful experience. He still dreamed all night of being a real woman, and always in his dreams he was with a man.

"I'm so proud of you" said Erica, as he would suck on her strap-on each night. "You are such a wonderful girlfriend. You make a wonderful girl. I think I like you even better, now that you're so feminine inside. Doesn't it feel good, knowing that you're becoming a girl?"

"Mmmmmm" said Walt, as he continued to suck on her large fake dick. It *did* feel good.

"You are a girl now" she told him. "You are a girl."

At night, when he went to bed, she gently placed earphones on him. He heard a soft female voice whisper into his ear, telling him that he was female. "You *are* a girl" said the voice, as he stared to drift off to sleep. "You are a girl. It feels good to be a girl. You have always wanted to become a girl. You are girl now....."

* * *

For weeks and weeks, it was the same pattern for Walt. Living as a girl. Taking daily doses of estrogen. Erica using her strap-on, acting as the man, while Walt was the girl. Classes, learning to be a girl, and of course the nightly session with the earphones as the woman's voice whispered to him all night long, even as he dreamed of being with a real man.

One day, Walt was called out during class to see Ms. Keating. He went to her office, and he was instructed to stand by the wall. As he waited there, another boy was sent in. Just like walk, he looked so much like a girl that you could barely distinguish that he wasn't. Ms. Keating ordered them to both pull down their panties.

"Now lift up your skirts, so you can see each other."

At the sight of the boy's penis, Walt couldn't help but to get hard. The same thing happened to the other boy.

"Reach out and take each others penis in your hand" she said.

Walt did it. He had held Erica's many times, just like he was doing now. But this one was *real*. Unlike a plastic dildo, it was warm.

"kiss each other" she said.

Walt did as she asked. feeling the boy's lips on his own.

"You have now both kissed a boy, and you can never take that back. You've both felt a real dick in your hands too. Very good. Angelique, you may go now. Diana, please remain here.

The other boy left, leaving Walt alone. He was terrified. He had just kissed a boy, and he had *liked* it. They had successfully turned her desires around, and he had to admit now. Now he liked boys.

"As you can see from my little demonstration" said Ms. Keating, "Your conditioning is almost completely. You no longer like girls; now you prefer boys. And whether you realize it or not, you've also been conditioned to become very docile and obedient. You cannot resist an order, particularly from a woman. With a word, I could put you over the edge now. I could make you *want* to have your penis removed. I could make you *want* to marry a man. You are now completely mine."

Walt couldn't deny it. In his heart, he knew it was completely true.

"Sit" said Ms. Keating, pointing towards a chair. He immediately sat. She told him to wait, then she picked up a phone and said "Send him in."

A man came in with a tool bag. He sat down next to Walt, and removed some tools. Walt recognized them: they were the tools that a tattoo artist used! The man took Walt's arm, and began his work. Walt could only watch as the tattoo started to shape up. A heart, with several pretty roses. In heart the man wrote a word: "Eric". Walt shuddered. A *boy's* name was being permanently tattooed onto his arm, in a heart with roses.

Next, the man used a different tool to double-pierce Walt's ears. He inserted studs with small diamonds into the top holes, and dangly ones with hearts into the bottom set. Walt now had pierced ears.

Ms. Keating inspected the work, and nodded approvingly.

"There is one more thing you need to know, Diana" she said. "You've been undergoing hypnosis with the tape that has been playing for you all night, every night. What we've done is to add a trigger. If I was to say the trigger phrase, it would turn on something inside of you. You would become *competely* obedient, like a slave. And you would only have one wish: you'd become obsessed with having a real pussy of your own, so you could have sex with boys all the time. You'd become a sex slave."

Walt was aghast. It was bad enough with her altering his desires. But to make him become a sex slave? That was unthinkable!

"The only people who know the phrase are myself, and one more woman."

Ms. Keating picked up the phone and pressed a button.

"Send her in" she said.

Walt looked up, and was shocked to see his mother! She looked at him and smiled, then raced over to give him a big hug.

"How's my little girl?" she said.

"Mom???" he replied, now sure why she seemed so happy about his condition.

"I've always wanted a daughter" she said. "You're making me so happy, to see that you've grown up to become a girl."

Walt's mother wiped a tear from her eye. She *was* happy.

"They tell me you've been a good girl, Diana" she said.

"Yes mom. I'm very good" said Walt.

"Diana, you have completed your work here. We are going to send you home with your mother. She is going to enroll you in college in the fall, where you'll attend as a co-ed. You are her daughter now, and I know you'll always be good."

"I'm going home?" said Walt, feeling stunned.

"Yes" said Ms. Keating. "Your training here is complete."

"Ms. Keating, before I leave, may I please say good-bye to Erica?"

Walt turned towards his mom.

"She was my mentor. She was the one who helped me along."

"Yes Diana, you may say good bye to your friend" replied Walt's mother.

He left the office, and hurried towards his room, as fast as he could go. Erica was there already, packing her things away.

"Diana! I heard that you've graduated. I'm going home for the summer myself. It was such a fun year!"

"Yes it was" said Walt. "Look what I have on my arm. For you."

Erica looked at the "Eric" tattoo, and smiled.

"You taught me how to be a girl. I'll always think of you as my first man."

"That's so sweet" said Erica. "I have to let you know something though, Diana. I never told you, but I have a boyfriend at home. He's waiting for me there, and I'm going to him now. You know it could never work out with us, on the outside."

"I know" said Walt. "I need a *real* man. But you will always be my first real love."

They kissed each other on the cheek, and gave each other a hug. They promised to keep in touch, and to visit every now and then. Walt gave her one last look, before he picked up his purse, then his bag, and walked down the hall to where is mother was waiting for him. His mind was made up already as to what he was going to do. He marched back into the office, and stood in front of his mother and Ms. Keating.

"Before I leave, I have one last request" he said.

"Yes?" said Ms. Keating.

"Can you recommend a good doctor for me? I've decided that I want to become just like Erica, in every way. I'm not Walt anymore. I'm Diana now. I *am* a girl on the inside. I need to have my body corrected, so I can be one on the outside too. How can I ever find myself a good man, if I have this *thing* down here? I need to get rid of it, right away."

He walked up towards his mother.

"I want to be remade in Erica's image. I want to be a girl, just like you. Please mom, let me become a *real* girl. I promise I'll be good. I'll do anything you want. I just don't want to live another day, trapped in this body. Please help me become a woman."

"Oh my baby" said Walt's mom. "Yes I'll help you. You are a good girl. And good girls deserve to be rewarded."

"Thanks mom" said Walt. "You're the best."

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