Warning: Work in progress, the full Majgen book-series is not yet completed (unless my bio states otherwise.) —-=(The meeting)=—- ‘Seven chairs ...on my right,’ she thought while entering the classroom from the students’ entrance, ‘seven chairs on my left.’ Summoned by teachers, Majgen focused on unimportant details. Through trial and painful error, she had found this to be the wisest approach. Adhering to proper etiquette for a low ranking student, she stood still there just inside the door. It. It feelslike years. I sigh and walk towards the coffee shop, the knee lengthskirt of my summer dress swishes around my legs in the breeze and mylarge pillowy breasts jiggle with each step. I try to ignore thefeeling but even after two months it's still embarrassing to be outin public dressed like a woman. Of course I am a woman now, a factthat is underlined by the clicking of my 4 inch high heeled sandals.It had been almost impossible to walk in high heels when I firstfound myself in this body. The rest of the afternoon, several times I saw those six men, they would smile, but nothing was said.I drove home, still unsure what was going to happen. During the day, I did look around the office and never saw the black man I saw at the end of the desk that night. I wondered if I had just dreamed or hallucinated about a black man watching me being fucked. Before I got home, my panties were wet. I kept picturing that fat nine inch long black cock oozing pre-cum. So close to my face,. .eerrr...Thankyou Aunt Jo," he managed in a soft voice to his momma's relief."What was that little Bobbie? I didn't hear you. Speak up. Thank mefor what?" Aunt Jo sternly said."I...I said thank you Aunt Jo...err..for...for everything," he managedto reply blushing as fresh tears welled up."Oh for goodness sakes little Bobbie, it was nothing. I was more thanhappy to do it for such a cutie pie," she said bending down, smilingbroadly and wiping away his tears."Well I'm glad that's settled. Now.