In the morning I did the regular routine, light makeup, jogging outfit, cap and stretching. This time Ted was washing off his car while he watched me. His conscious efforts to keep observing me again boosted my confidence but there was still that nagging doubt in the back of my head that I was going to be outed. As I stretched, I noticed a definite camel toe outline in my spandex shorts. This appeared not to have gone unnoticed by Ted.

Upon returning I showered then I prepared for the trip since we would have to leave right after breakfast. I selected a V black neck dress and a pair of black kitten heel court shoes. To emphasize my curves, I put on a corset and tightened it. After thinking about the tour, I put my white sneakers in a carry bag to slip on for the extended walk. I intended to go bare on the legs so I skipped the panty hose.

My makeup was a bit more than subtle as I used more makeup to accentuate my female image. I used a full eyeliner scheme and attached my fake eyelashes. I went with a more daring red lipstick with a slight blush. I also decided on using my expensive prosthetic breasts since I could tape and show my natural cleavage that would be accentuated by the v neck of the dress.

When I sat down for breakfast Sam gave me the once over and said I would knock them dead at the University. I told him that I was trying to hold it down while attempting to get that exhilaration of being on campus as a woman. I further confided that I wish that I could wear something sexier but I needed to at least keep the idea that I was a mother not a hooker. With that he suggested that maybe I could wear something sexy underneath and still feel that way.

Thinking about that I took Sam up on his idea and pulled off my dress and substituted my original panty and bra set for a satin and lace push up bra with garter belt and lace panty. After adjusting my undies, I pulled out two new pairs of stockings one for my purse for runs and one to wear.

Previous to this, to ensure my hip pads stayed in place, I had created a thin compression garment out of a pair of panty hose. By carefully cutting out the crotch and legs, then gluing the edges I had an almost invisible panty garment that held the pads along with the adhesive firmly in place. Sliding the stockings up my legs definitely gave me a tingle and the elasticized band of the stockings. The band on the stocking also covered the edge of my compression panty.

After attaching the garters and pulling up my panty I replaced my bra and slipped on my dress. Admiring my sexy image in the mirror I heard Sam call to remind me that we had to leave in a few minutes. So, gathering up my purse and essentials I sprayed on some chance by Chanel and was out the door.

Since I was still a bit nervous about the whole affair Sam decided to drive. As I got in the car Sam observed me and said I must have done something because he could feel that I was a bit more excited about going. I confessed that I took his advice and let myself feel sexier underneath. He then smiled and said it was too bad that he couldn’t see it himself. With that I blushed and we were off.

The drive was about 3 hours and since my corset was tight, we had to stop along the way to use the facilities. I had used the public restrooms along the highway before but usually only at night and while I waited for the area to clear. Unfortunately, I did not have the luxury to wait due to my bladder demands and being on time for the tour.

Sam also went out to use the facilities as I got out. Although the lady’s area was closer to the car there was a short line of women ahead of me. As I approached though the line shortened to just one woman and her little girl who was just about four. While we stood there waiting the little girl kept looking at me with questioning eyes.

This attention by the little girl began to make me a bit self-conscious and I began to think of alternatives to remove myself from the line but I just smiled at the little girl who returned my smile. The lady that had the girl was mostly concerned with her phone but after a moment she noticed that the little girl had been staring intently at me. She then leaned down and told her it was impolite to stare. The little girl responded that she thought I was very pretty and she liked to look at me.

I didn’t catch the rest of the conversation between them as another lady exited the area and the lady with the child entered. My heart though was a flutter as I passed the kids test and felt more comfortable as I entered the lady’s room and made my way to the open stall. My glue creation allowed me to pee while seated and since I was wearing a garter belt with stockings it was easy enough to just pull down my panty and relieve myself.

After finishing up and leaving the stall I proceeded to the long counter area with multiple sinks. Having washed up I examined myself in the mirror and found myself definitely passable. I took a moment to freshen my lipstick and then I was out of the lady’s room. Exiting I saw that the line had increased and now was 3 ladies deep. Getting back in the car Sam chided me on taking so long and I reminded him that there was always a line for the lady’s facilities.

We had a light lunch at a Denny’s just prior to the university. While there our server asked me where I had gotten my dress and I told her where I got it online. She continued the conversation about how she would like to get a similar dress. I then commented on her necklace and the way it sparkled. She thanked me and informed me that it was her grandmothers.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries and then she was off to get our order. As she left Sam shook his head and stated that like being with any woman it just takes twice as long just to get an order out. I smiled and said that he just has to accept me for what I am. With that he gave a faint laugh and smiled.

After lunch it was only a short drive to the admin building of the university. We had to stop at the kiosk outside of the parking area to pick up our parking permit that allowed us to park there for the entire afternoon. As Sam pulled into the parking space I got hit with a moment of panic and elation as it hit me that I was presenting myself as a woman on my schools’ campus.

I must have made an unintentional gasp as it hit me because Sam looked over at me and asked if I was okay. The only word that I could get out of my mouth was WOW. I then smiled warmly at him and told him that I was not only okay but exited at the moment. Since I already had slipped on my heels and placed the walking shoes in a tote bag, I grabbed that tote bag, and my purse then slipped out of the car.

There was an electric feeling going through me as I walked these familiar steps as a woman. I hadn’t felt that excited since I had made my first plunge out in the world alone as a woman. Pausing just outside of the car I grabbed my phone and used the selfie mode to examine myself. The reality was beginning to sink in, here I was a being myself as a woman standing on my alma-mater’s grounds. It is something that I dreamed of that had now come true.

Pausing I took another moment to smell the air that drifted by me that held the scent of my perfume, I felt the weight of my breasts pulling at my bra straps while with my legs felt the tug of my stockings against their garters. My senses were overwhelmed with the femininity that I now felt within me. My self-absorption was interrupted by Sam moving over to me by gently placing his hand on my waist and asking if I was ready to go.

My reply to Sam was that I was more than ready as I flashed him a big smile. I relished each step I took on the sidewalk as I heard the click of my heels upon it. The slight tug of my garters along with the bounce of my breasts while walking on campus was an exquisite feeling was now forever etched into my memory. The feeling of fitting in as a woman was intoxicating and made my head feel a bit light.

As we approached the door to the admin building with me in the lead (since I already knew the area), a man in a suit who was exiting the building held the door open for us. Sam mentioned as we proceeded down the hall that there were benefits in being with an attractive lady. We decided to use the elevator to go up to the second floor to the admissions office.

There was another lady carrying some files that was already at the elevator so we did not have to wait long for it to arrive. This was one of the few times that I did not feel self-conscious of being observed in such a small space. I moved to the side opposite the lady with the files while Sam stood next to her. We exchanged smiles and she went back to being preoccupied with her work of going over the files she carried.

As we got off the elevator, I purposely asked the lady with the files where the ladies’ room was and she pointed while saying down the hall and to the right. With that she walked off down the hall in the opposite direction. Sam asked if needed the facilities and I said yes. Looking at his watch he said we had about ten minutes and that he would wait there by the elevator where there was a couple of comfy chairs. I left my tote bag with him and took off down the hallway.

As I strolled down the hallway towards the ladies’ room, I smiled to myself in my new found confidence. I only really needed to check my makeup and I already knew where the ladies room myself but, I just wanted that bit more reassurance from a stranger as to what I was presenting. That is why I asked our elevator companion for directions which she gave without a hint of reading me. I monetarily paused at the door as my mind brought of memories of some women who entered the same room. My past longing to be one of the women to pass through that portal was now being fulfilled.
After entering I did use the toilet and found my way to the outer alcove that held the sinks and mirrors. As I looked into the mirror, I could feel the femineity in me engulf my being. Examining my makeup, I was reassured that everything was in place and that it would hold for at least the next few hours.

Rummaging through my purse I found my lipstick and freshened that up. The taste of the lipstick was definitely intoxicating on my tongue as I wetted my lips. I then brushed out my hair and before leaving sprayed the air above me with a light mist of perfume so that it lightly fell upon me and was not engulfed in it.

Sam was going through his phone messages as I returned and got up as I approached. He asked inquisitively which way to admissions and I told him just a couple of doors down the hall. Sam held the door for me as we entered and the girl at the reception desk asked if she could help us. I informed her that we had a One o’clock appointment and who we were.

As she looked at her screen, she confirmed that we were in the right place and for us to take a seat and said Mr. Monroe would be with us shortly. We were only seated for a couple minutes when a young guy in his 30s introduced himself and escorted us into one of the small conference rooms. After inquiring about my daughter who might be attending, he gave us a selling speech and presented us with an assortment of brochures detailing parts of the University.

He then offered us some bottled water to take with us on our tour and said that the guide would be here shortly. He then informed us that another couple would be with us on the tour and hoped that we have a pleasant experience visiting the campus. With that he ushered us back to the waiting area and informed the receptionist that we would be on the 1:20 tour.

In just a few minutes our tour guide, Karen, arrived with a couple and a young man who I assumed was their son in tow. Karen introduced us saying that the lady was Sharon and her husband Jeff and son Mark. Now my feminine instincts kicked in and I began to sizing up the competition.

Sharon wore a white pair of slacks that fit her form fantastically while allowing her to move with grace. Her hair was shoulder length, and she wore a silk blue blouse. Around her neck was a simple gold chain necklace and she carried a large shoulder bag. Of course, she had on comfortable sandals which reminded me that I should change my shoes.

Sam was already ahead on me at this point as he handed me the tote bag that held my sneakers that he was still hanging onto. Karen seeing that I was changing shoes commented that it was a good idea as we were going to be walking a bit. As we walked out down the hall, we started to form couples, Karen and Mark were at the lead with Sam and Jeff just behind with Sharon and I following.

Sharon with whom I was now walking, was a chatty person that I immediately felt comfortable with. There was a moment of elation that came over me as I became aware of myself fitting into the role of another woman. As we started our tour at the Student Center though, I felt for a moment that everyone that we passed in the building was looking at me. In some ways I was right about that, since we were in a tour group and I was the only one who was dressed a bit more formally we might draw some attention. I looked for any visual cues from Sharon that there was something different in me and saw none.

Actually, Sharon was a smidge taller than me since she was wearing a healed sandal so after a moments reflection my feelings of insecurity dropped away. Along our tour of the student center, we passed the campus store. The store displayed many items with the University logo and Sharon and I held back for a moment to look at them. As we moved away from the store, I mentioned to her that I would be coming back to look through the store, she responded that it was a great idea and might join me.

As we walked outside between the buildings, I took time to study and admire the feminine hand gestures that both Karen the tour guide and Sharon exhibited. Whenever possible I liked to learn by observation to improve my feminine presentation. Both of them made fluid gestures with their hands having their palms up most of the time and the hand loose and flowing from the wrist. Sharon talked a lot using her hands and when I responded I made sure that my hands although not mimicking hers were displayed in a soft cyclical motion.

The emotions and sensations that flowed through me as I walked and talked with my new girlfriend were to say, delicious. I savored the feeling of my garters pulling on my stockings with each short step I took in my dress. The movement of my breasts as we walked accentuated my feminine feeling.

My femineity really came through as we passed by a reflecting pond between buildings and I lightly touched Sharon’s shoulder and while leaning into her, I stated what a wonderful view of the pool. Sharon paused and smiled and agreed that it was glorious especially with the lighting and how the clouds were reflected by the water. The guys ahead of us saw us stop for the view and Jeff gave Sharon a look to move on which she ignored in order to savor the view with me.

I was now so comfortable in my female role that I almost missed Sharon’s complete acceptance of my feminine mannerism of my gentle touch upon her shoulder. It was only after we started walking again that this thought came to mind. Her complete acceptance of my female persona lifted me as if I was walking on clouds. It was if a veil was lifted and my inner woman was now out and enjoying herself.

Where I had been a bit self-conscious of the image that I was portraying I was now relaxed and enjoying every moment of being a woman strolling on campus. Karen led us into one of the new lecture halls and had us take seats in the auditorium. This was a special treat since I had wanted to feel as if I was a COED attending a lecture in this hall which I had done before in male mode.

With the utmost grace I smoothed out my dress before sitting down next to Sharon. I then crossed my legs and placed my bag on my lap. It felt so natural and I had a wow moment as I took it in sitting there in the auditorium. Karen then started a canned five-minute automated power point presentation showing off some the impressive and interesting parts of the campus.

After it was finished Karen gathered us up and we moved on to visit one of the dorms. The dorm chosen as luck would have it was one that I had lived in for a period of time. A shudder of excitement went through my body as I watched my stocking clad leg step across the entry threshold.

I took a moment to drink it all in once we stopped in the familiar foyer. Here I was, as I wanted to portray myself multiple times, a complete woman. Karen was now up in front of our group peering as if she was looking for someone. Just behind us down the hall I could hear a few male voices one of which said that it looked like the tour group.

As they came closer one of the voices said “Yea and they brought two MILFs, I will take the skirt,” the other voice stated he would go for the one in the slacks. Karen turned red as she heard what was said and gave the two guys a stern look at which they both said sorry. Turning back to us Karen while still glaring at the two. She then stated that the two young men were to give us a tour of a dorm room.

Having seen the room many times before I asked if I could beg out of this part of the tour and use the facilities since my corset was not allowing me to hold much liquid in me. Sharon also said she could use a rest stop so Karen said she would meet us again back in the lobby and it shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes.

Sharon actually preceded me into the ladies’ room which was unoccupied except for us. We made our ways into separate stalls and I was glad that I chose to wear garters since I was just able to slide my panties down to sit and pee. I finished first and was moving to one of the wash basins and taking in the ambience of the facility. Like most woman’s toilets this had subtle colors, a chair in the corner some plastic flowers in a vase on the counter and a pleasant scent coming from a fragrance pot near the counter.

There were three basins there so we both were able to clean up at the same time. Looking in the mirror I decided that my facial powder and lips needed a bit of attention. As I was starting to apply my lipstick while looking in the mirror Sharon stared at me in an inquisitive way and asked me what a MILF was.

I almost dropped my lipstick and could feel my face heat up from a bit of embarrassment but was able to continue as she gazed at me. As I completed my lipstick and placed the cover back on it, I turned, smiled, and said to her “a MILF is a term young males use for more a mature woman meaning Mother I would like to F.”

With that she said “Oh”

and then said “F”

and I replied “yes F.”

I watched her face as it lit up and the realization of the last word hit her because she stated a long OOOHH and turned a bit red. We left the facility and took seats next to each other on the sofa in the lounge area of the foyer. By this time Sharon had regained her composure and leaned into me and asked if I thought that those guys were hot for us. For the first time I really let it sink in and felt myself getting a bit aroused and hot myself, smiled, and said yes.

Sharon smiled too and started giggling which started me giggling and she said really and while I continued to giggle and I replied “really.”

Karen and the guys soon returned while we were just getting over our giggles. They were without the two male escorts of course. Karen came up to us and apologized for their remarks and I stated we had taken no offense to the remarks.

Karen then said she would be taking us back to the admin building and asked if we would like to stop off at any other place. Sharon was the first to answer that she would like to go by the Campus store in the student center. I agreed with her comment so we then walked off toward the center.

Karen departed from us as we arrived at the store and again apologized for the rude remarks of the guys at the dorm. As we entered the store Sharon and I took to browsing through the clothing section that had school logo signed clothing. Sharon found a sweater that she liked and I found a very cute sleep dress. We were at a table that had laid out some intimate undies when Sam walked up to see what I was up to. At that moment I saw a 3 pack of thong undies with the school label, picked them up, and asked Sam who was behind us what he thought of this purchase.

Sam turned a bit red as I showed him a sample of the thongs and couldn’t really answer, but Sharon filled the gap by saying they were just gorgeous and said she had to have a set and with that grabbed a box for herself. I must say that I was really enjoying myself at that moment of my feminine sensation.

After paying for our purchases, we said our goodbyes to each other and Sharon asked if she we could keep in touch. Since I had my fem phone with me, I said sure and I texted her my email address. I now had to remind myself to ensure that my crossdressing Facebook page was private so she wouldn’t stumble upon it.

I sat down on a bench just outside of the store and Sam joined me. I asked him for the tote bag holding my shoes and changed out of my sneakers to my heels. I wanted again the whole experience walking on campus even if it was just to the car. Sam asked me if there was any other place I would like to visit before leaving campus. Thinking for a moment I said “I would like to walk through the campus library”

The library was just across the street so after switching out of my sneakers I was on my way. The entrance had not changed and I walked right on in as Tom followed. My memories drifted through my mind as I walked over to the periodical section where I had spent a lot of time browsing and studying. Sam motioned to me that he was going to take one of the comfortable seats that were scattered through the room.
While I stood there looking at the displayed magazines and drinking in my feelings of being there as the person that I fantasized at being and now was a man approached me and said, “miss is there anything that you are looking for in particular?”

Having been brought out of my revelry of memories and current feelings, I instinctively replied, “Yes, the recent edition of the economist magazine.”

The man then motioned me to follow him. He then showed me we the most recent edition was and said, “If there is anything else I can help you with let me know.”

He then smiled and turned toward another woman looking for something. As I walked over to where Sam was sitting, I saw a grin on his face and he said while I sat down, He said as I truned to him, “that guy seems to be helping mostly attractive women. I watched him as he went by a couple of other people who seemed to need help and picked you out. He then gave you the once over as he left to find his next attractive target.”

I blushed and replied, “Sam get real, he was just helping someone who looked a bit lost.”

“Really, watch him for a few moments and tell me what you see.”

Well sure enough Sam was right. He seemed to be finding the most attractive women and girls to assist. At one point a man approached him with a question and he seemed a bit put out to have his time taken away from his game. Sam then nodded and said, “yes being an attractive woman here has its advantages.”

Hearing that I blushed profusely. I then settled back to enjoy my being in the library as a woman. How many times I sat in the very same spot and wondered what it would be like to be doing what I was now doing. A shiver went up my spine as I had the thought. At that moment I began to focus on the rise and fall of my chest and the movement of my breasts. I could feel the pull of my stockings along with the constriction of my corset. That constriction feeling again made me desire to utilize the lady’s room.

I told Sam that I would be going and would be back in a few minutes. He nodded and picked up a nearby paper and began to read it. Seeking out the lady’s room in the library was always a secret goal of mine ever since I heard one of my former female lecturers admonish the administration on such opulence being spent on the women’s bathroom instead of books. This statement was later confirmed by a female friend of mine who said she rather be there than in the library itself.

Upon entering I could understand her statement. I was greeted by a large sitting room with a full-length mirror, a couple of small sofas and comfy chairs. At the end of the room through an ornate arch one entered the sink area with multiple individual sinks and mirrors. At the far end were the stalls that white doors and paneling.

Going into one of the stalls there was a foldable shelf to place your purse and belongings. Inside the stall there was a sanitary trash container next to the toilet, a small container for pads and attached to the toilet what I could only determine was a hand bidet. Lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties I did my stuff and wiped. After fixing myself I left the stall for the next occupant.

Having an individual sink area greatly assisted me in focusing on fixing my makeup and washing up. Leaving the toilet area and back in the sitting room I decided to sit for a moment and review the messages on my phone. Another woman and a two young girls entered and all seemed to preoccupied with themselves to pay me any attention. Slinging my purse on my shoulder I exited the lady’s room with a sense of belonging.

Once back to where Sam was sitting, he asked if I was ready to go and even though I wanted to indulge myself more in this experience I realized that the afternoon was almost gone.

As we walked back to the car Sam asked if there was any other place that I would like to visit. After thinking on that for a moment, I said that there was a bar on the outskirts of campus that I use to frequent and even though it was probably closed I would like to get out and get my picture taken in front of it. Sam said no problem and just asked for directions.