The e-mail went on about some of the things She expected in a potential submissive and Her likes and dislikes, but to be honest my head was a buzz wit...h desire. Over the next month we exchanged e-mails, and even a couple of phone calls. She sent me a few stunning pictures of herself, but of course I am always skeptical about pictures that people use on the net. My fears were somewhat put at ease when I heard Her golden honey voice on the phone. Sometimes She would tease me a bit, but. In Anna's perfect loser-free fantasy world, this obese woman would neverhave been allowed to live."Petrol?" said Anna. "No. My husband will be paying for that. Do you havesome... restrooms?" No, sorry. Only staff ones; and my boss'd have a flid if I let you usethose. Sorry." The fat woman gave a little smile of apology then popped ahalf handful of Maltesers into her mouth and crunched them up.Anna sighed, feeling more and more uncomfortable and went outside.James had finished filling up and he. If the class wastoo difficult and I got a bad grade I could only handle the stress ofthis by imagining that the female professor was feminizing me in frontof the entire class to set an example of me. If you ask me where I firstlearned about feminization it was on a late night radio show, one ofthose shows that talks about sex like Love Phones or Loveline. There wasa female caller who said she had put her boyfriend in a green dress andthat she had broken off the zipper so that he was stuck in it. ‘I just can’t stand thunderstorms… especially not with the power off too.’ Just as she finished telling me that, another bolt hit nearby triggering a loud blast of thunder that made her jump up, her arms folded around her body for warmth and protection. ‘See what I mean?’ ‘Uh… yeah… look.. you need some dry stuff to put on’ I told her, heading for my room. I dug in my chest of drawers and pulled out a t-shirt and and some lightweight workout pants, knowing they would fit her since they tied.