<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Mostly female, with his tool back.<br/>● Wearing a white dress with wet spots, covering crotch with a pillow.<br/>● Self confident.<br/>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br/>    but can control the exposure via an imaginary inner door<br/>    which he is drawn to open.<br/>● Needs release.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Wanda's entry was fully unexpected.  Yes, I texted her the address, and asked her to come, but I expected her to ring from downstairs or, if admitted into the building, to knock.  I never imagined her just walking in in the middle of...<br/><br/>I slide a hand under the pillow that covers my crotch, trying to pull the dress down over my throbbing erection, but the former is too close-fitting and the latter too prominent to make the concealment attempt work, so the pillow stays; hopefully, Wanda did not catch a glimpse of what it covers.<br/><br/>Circe quickly takes over the conversation.  I used to tease her about that habit of hers but right now I am grateful for the distraction, it could give me some time to think of a more sustainable solution.<br/><br/>"I apologize," I hear Wanda say as my eyes dart around the room, trying to find something -- anything -- to work with, "I didn't mean to barge in in the middle of...  You know..." Then she lowers her eyes to the pillow and pauses a little as if trying to find the right words for broaching a sensitive subject.  "I thought I saw something..."  Uh oh.  "I..." I start but she quickly interrupts "It's perfectly fine!  Several of my best friends are trans.  It's just that you did such a good job with that dress, I could have sworn there was nothing there..."<br/><br/>"I'm not trans," I sigh.  I don't want to lie, but how do you explain magic to a modern person without sounding crazy?  Oh well, here goes...  "And you would have been right because, when we were at the restaurant, there really was nothing there."  I can see the confusion in her eyes.  "So it's not real?" she asks tentatively, looking down to the pillow at my crotch.  "A strap-on?  Then why did you..."<br/><br/>"Oh no," I let out a short laugh.  "It's real alright.  Arguably the only part of me that is real."  She probably thinks that I am batshit crazy by now, and maybe I am, but there is no turning back now.  "You see Wanda, up until this evening I was a guy."</span><br/>