Bike Shed Rendezvous

Chapter 1 A meeting you can't refuse

The sun is shining brightly, but the ground is still damp from the morning's rain and the air is very cold. It's lunch time and you quickly walk across the College car park to the sports pavilion. Becky your sweet heart has told you to meet her and she's been very secretive.

As requested, you're on time but she's nowhere to be seen and you're alone. You wait patently leaning against the wall by the girls changing room doors. You're excitement is tremendous. She wants you. Not any of the other lads on your course or any of the other lads in the college but you. Yet since helping with her homework while she baby-sat you'd hardly seen her. You're concerned the novelty has worn off and she's tired of feminising and dressing you in her clothes but you live in hope.

Something strange happened that faithful night. Wearing her pretty clothes had woken a feeling that you had never experienced before. You thought you could ignore all her kinky stuff but you're addicted. The feelings are strong and powerful. You feel submissive and girlish. You can't be saved. You crave her. You feel compelled to do what ever she tells you to do. You want her more than anything - you want to serve her, to service her every wish – You are her "sissy slut" and you're willing to do whatever she wants.

Minutes pass but eventually your patience is rewarded as you see Becky in the distance swinging a sports bag. She approaches you confidently; she looks stunning in her tunic and crisp white blouse. There is something about her that makes her look older then her eighteen years. Yes she looks mature and sophisticated even in her College uniform. You thank her for coming. She smiles and pushes open the door to the girls changing room.

'Come on in.' she says with a wry smile.

Do you follow her in without a care, run back to the playground or hover reluctantly outside?

Of course, addicted to her magical charms - You step cautiously inside. The room is large and the walls are lined with wooden benches. Half a dozen netballs lie scattered about the floor as well as a pair of tights and a shoe. To your surprise there's a clean, perfumed smell in the air. Becky puts her bag on a bench and rummages inside.