. . . you decide you will go exploring . . .

. . . you decide you will go exploring . . . after examining yourself further.

Staring at your reflection, you admire your long curly blonde hair and the cute little black ribbon tied in it. Your eyes move down to the neckline, where you see your shoulders covered by light blue puff sleeves. Your boobs push up the frilly pinafore, adding more excitement to your look. A little black bow rests right below your exposed cleavage. Looking further down, your eyes widen as you study the short blue skirt of your dress that is poufed up by a fluffy white petticoat. A pair of white stockings with black bows that touch your mid-thighs cover your luscious, smooth legs. Two black three-inch heeled little girl shoes complete your outfit. You do a twirl and watch the skirt and petticoat lift up, momentarily exposing a pair of white satin panties.

After several minutes of looking at yourself in the mirror, you head out of the room. As soon as you step through the doorway, you almost bump into a young man walking down the hall. "Whoa!" he says in surprise, just managing to sidestep before colliding with you. "Sorry about that." The man has a Brad Pitt-look about him. He is wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. You can`t help noticing his biceps. You think to yourself, If I was attracted to guys . . . .

"I`m Brett," the man says. "Nice costume."

"Uh . . . thanks!" you manage to reply, feeling a little shy. You had been hoping that Mistress Laurie wouldn`t force you to wear one of her extremely feminine fantasy costumes in front of others. Now, this man is here getting a good look at you wearing a very short Alice in Wonderland dress.

Still, there is something about this man you find . . . interesting. You are not attracted to him; you may have been turned into a woman, but you know that you are definitely still attracted only to females . . . right? Yes, I am,, you tell yourself. But there is something about his muscles and the way his clothes mold to his body . . . .

"You`re not exactly what I was expecting," Brett says with a smile.

"What WERE you expecting?" you reply with a sweet smile, realizing that the tone in your voice sounded almost flirtatious. Careful, you do not want to give this guy the wrong idea . . . .

"I was expecting to find a woman who was dressed . . . well, in regular clothes," he says, looking down at the ground for a moment and then looking at you again. He smiles. "Not that I`m complaining about the way you look. I think you look fantastic."

"Thank you," you reply, and you do a little curtsey.

Brett smiles again. "So," he says.

"So," you say back.

There is a moment of awkward silence before Brett asks the question that is on your mind. "What now?"

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Brett`s Doll

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