I signed up for the websitethinking it would be fun, I wrote that all I wanted was for a male orfemale master to help turn me into the woman I dreamed... of being. Nothinghappened for a while but one day when I checked my email, I noticed I hada response from someone finally. It said simply, "From this moment on ifyour wish is to be mine. I will make your dreams come true."The sender was anonymous for the moment, but I was intrigued andresponded saying I would do as he or she asked. Sometime after. The pulse of loud music could be felt through the walls as they reached the door to the first year common room. It was on the western end as each year had their own wing with classrooms and dormitory. Zam felt nervous, wondering what kind of party is going on in this place when a clique of femboys arrived to grab the door open and pile in.It was dark in there when Zam followed with Xero in tow and he quickly realised it was a small rave lights, glowsticks and all. The thundering beats of. I noticed Kristy was looking at my crotch where my short skirt pulled up exposing my panties."Mom, those are different than the pair you had on when you left," She said confused but then her eyes widened realizing she hasn't heard my story yet."Tell me, tell me, tell me... I want to hear everything!" She said excited grabbing my hands.Oh boy, here it goes. I thought about it for a moment, how can I tell my daughter I licked another woman's pussy or her ass? How could I tell my young innocent. I smiled, thinking that I already had my hookerwalk, and some of the looks I was getting seemed to confirm that I did.I passed a woman with a vendor cart. I needed to get something to takehome, so I asked for two spring rolls, and a container of nuoc mam."You Vietnamese?" the woman asked, looking closely at my face. "My momis." I told her. "Ah, yeah," she said, nodding, "you look Vietnamese, Ican tell." That made me very happy. I didn't know my mother well -- shewas sent back to Vietnam.