When I met Mira my life would change forever. We were both freshmen in our first semester in a small college town. She was in some of the same classes as me, but I didn't notice her, I hate to say it, because there were prettier girls around.

That changed when we were paired for a science project. I already had the idea she was smart, I just didn't know how smart. She invited me over to her place to go over the project, which was slightly awkward, as some of my friends would hookup in a side room of the library or in a common room. But when I saw her setup, her computer systems, yes, plural, her microscope and dozens of electronic sensors, I knew we were in good shape on this.

She let me play with her gear, explaining what it all was, and she was clearly happy that I got most of it. I knew by now that she was smarter than me, but I didn't want her to think I was some dumbo. I needed not to worry. She simply assumed I was as smart as her and that we were going to hit this project out of the ballpark.

What was interesting about herself was that she actually looked better than during our classes together. Like she dressed down for school. So she would not be noticed?

But in her own place she actually wore a nice skirt with a sportsy top, and some makeup on her face. And I did see a few pairs of heels in a corner.

Somehow our work ethics matched. And soon we started studying together for other classes as well. It definitely helped upping my averages, as my first tests had not been great the first few weeks in this totally new environment.

But ofcourse there were complications, and most of them were my fault, I have to confess. But she was partly to blame, I think, as she got too comfortable with me. She looked better and better to me, and I started having fantasies of her and I hooking up. Things went wrong when one night I couldn't hide my arousal around her. She noticed the bulge in my pants, and asked if I needed help with that.

Ofcourse I was embarrassed. But I also wondered what she meant, so I said, sure. Right away she dropped to her knees, unbuttoned my pants and pulled my erect member out, and took it in her mouth, while massaging the base. It was hot, erotic, and totally unexpected. But like most guys, my dick has a life of its own, and it enjoyed every second of it, and I squirted my load soon after, which she swallowed without a hitch. Then she put it back in my pants, buttoned it up, and went back to our work at hand.

At my stunned look, and not doing anything, she looked up and said, what?

So how do you explain what you just experienced was mind shattering, amazing and with a desire for more, to someone treating it so casually? As far as she was concerned, she was just helping out a friend. But when I explained I dreamed of her at night, had naughty thoughts about her during the day, and couldn't wait to study with her, she finally understood my point. I wanted to be her boyfriend and I wanted her to be my girlfriend.

With the same simple calmness as she solved incredible math problems, she said, okay. But then, while I was still stunned by her answer, by the whole situation, she lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down. Take a look, she told me. And this time I went on my knees, and looked at where I thought her vagina should be.

It wasn't there. The first thing I noticed was that she was completely hairless down there. But where I assumed her pussy to be, there was a fleshlike sheet covering it, with small piercings holding it down. Maybe there was enough room for her to clean it under the sheet, and probably use a pad or tampon, but there was definitely no room to let a dick through.

Very casually she explained how she was a virgin, and how she intended to remain a virgin until the day she got married. She had no problem giving blow jobs, hand jobs or even taking it in the rear. But her pussy was off limits. And was I okay with that?

It almost seemed ridiculous, just after I had received the best bj of my life. That alone would be enough for me, and she offered all the rest? So yes, I was perfectly okay with that.

Then you wouldn't mind saving yourself exclusively for me?

I wasn't sure what she meant, until she grabbed something from a drawer. I knew what it was, although I had never seen one for real. You want me to wear this?

She nodded. If I can do it, I'm sure you can do it. Plus I let you out every now and then. When I feel like having sex. Are you okay with that?

Looking back now, that was really the moment that changed my life. If I had said no, we would not become a couple, we would not have crazy sex, maybe we'd still study together, but I would be miserable, knowing what I could have had.

So I took the little plastic transparent device, dropped my pants, and put it around my now flaccid member, secured it with a ring behind my scrotum, and clicked the lock closed, giving Mira the key.

She smiled. You will not regret this, I promise. And after that we continued our work. The little plastic thing didn't feel uncomfortable, but it was there, as a reminder I was now part of a couple. When I left that night, she asked if there was a particular type of clothing I would like to see on her. I laughed that I love a leather skirt on a woman. Then she told me that every day that she'd wear leather, it was a sign for me that I would get lucky that night.

She pushed something in my pocket. When that happens, she continued, then wear that for me that night.

I didn't dare to look what was in my pocket until I was back in my own room. Then I held a pair of her panties in my hands for a long time. This is what she wants me to wear when we have sex?

But if you think about it, she asked me first what I wanted her to wear. If I had told her to wear my underwear she'd probably do it. So why can't I do the same? It's not like anyone would ever notice. Just like they wouldn't notice the little cage hidden under it.

So things went fairly well. If you can forget about my early morning erections that no longer happened. And studying with Mira was less eventful but also a bit frustrating. The longer I wore the cage the easier it became, but I knew my balls were more loaded than I'd ever seen them. And then Mira showed up in a leather skirt.

When I saw her in class I had to hold my breath for awhile. And I was not the only one noticing, seeing many guys and a few girls checking her out. Some must have talked to her later, and she must have told them about me, because two guys congratulated me later on hooking up with Mira.

After that first class I had gone to the bathroom and put Mira's panties on. It was surprising actually how comfortable they were, I liked the smooth material. But it took a while to forget, especially as Mira kept winking at me, each time I saw her. By the time I reached her place to study, and apparently get lucky, I was horny and frustrated as my horniness could not come out.

But Mira took control as soon as I was in. My pants were down in seconds, and her smile was big when she recognized her own underwear. But when she took the cage off, my dick was swelling to enormous proportions. She said she was really hoping to be taken doggie style, and she was clean down there. I didn't want to disappoint her, so that's what we did. She put some gel on my rod, to make it easier for both of us, she said.

She sat on her bed on her knees and on her elbows, pushing her rear in the air. It looked pretty and sexy, and my dick was hard and heavy from a week of chastity. I still managed to be careful, pushing in slowly and move it in and out. But once in a bit deeper it became easier but also more intense. Mira started moaning and I held her by her hips, pulling myself deeper in. I was shocked when at some point I was in up to my balls. And that put a lot of pressure on the fully stretched scrotum, and I couldn't stop myself from shooting my load. And hearing Mira cry out I could only conclude that she came with me. It only made me shoot harder.

It was my first time ever taking a woman from behind, but God did it feel good. When I pulled out a stream of fluid ran from her. I couldn't believe how much I had unloaded into her. Mira cleaned herself with a washcloth, then cleaned my member. And a minute later I was locked in again. But this time I knew that there would be a true reward later again. A new pair of panties was pulled over everything and studying became number one priority once more.

Over the next couple of weeks I saw Mira in leather leggings, a leather top, a different skirt, and she added heels. And the sex only got better. One night however, after I was locked back in, she added another round. She pulled on a strap-on, and she asked if I was okay with being taken in the rear. Although my initial reaction was no, I had enough experience with her to know that she wanted also the sex to be better and better. So I agreed.

It was painful at first. But with enough gel and patience she was at some point inside me. Then the vibration started and I had no clue why this suddenly felt so good. She jammed hard in and out now, and somehow I orgasmed. It was a totally different experience and although I felt some fluids leaking from my cage, the orgasm did not come from my male member. I had felt it throughout my whole body, but somewhere in my rear was the trigger point.

She didn't pull out, but the vibration inside me increased, and she brought me to another orgasm, that almost made me pass out. Never before did I experience multiple orgasms, and this part of the sex became more frequent than me topping her.

More things were changing. By now I didn't bother anymore with my own underwear, I wore her panties now every day, simply because I liked how comfortable they were. She was wearing more and more leather, increasing our sexual interaction to twice per week, then every other day.

She convinced me to get rid of all body hair, like herself. She had a machine that she operated, and although it hurt like hell, slowly my hair disappeared. Except on my head, which she wanted longer. To satisfy her own pleasure, she asked me to wear some of her lingerie if I was the bottom. And because the feeling of nylons on my now hairless legs felt amazing, I agreed. Before long, I was also wearing her heels, a garterbelt, and a matching bra, that she filled with inserts, so she could grab me around there.

My waist needed some shaping so I started wearing a corset under my clothes. Mira decided we needed to sign up with a fitness club that could target essential parts on the body. Our first night I had to wear one of her yoga tops over my bra and a pair of extremely sexy yoga pants. She had a smaller cage for me, in pink, and she managed to tuck it all away, so you couldn't see a trace of my manhood through the tight pants. It suddenly hit me that it had been weeks since my dick had been involved in any action, even though two or three orgasms was pretty normal for me now, each night.

With my hair in a ponytail and some makeup on my face, she explained that the club only allowed women so I had to be Georgia instead of George on our fitness nights. I trusted she knew what she was doing and I didn't want to get caught, so I did my best to look and sound and act as female as possible. And I passed that test without a hitch, which was sort of scary.

We had a personal trainer, who concentrated on our waistline, toned our legs and butts, and strengthened our chest area, without growing thicker muscles in our arms. I couldn't believe how hard we had to work, and never again will I accuse women of being the weaker sex. But like everything our bodies got used to it and I started losing inches off my waist, while gaining some below the waist and around my chest.

I had my own wardrobe now of fitness clothes and lingerie since my new measurements were not matching with Mira's. I had my own heels as well, as the trainer said it would help my overall posture. There was a bit of a problem though with her dorm, now that I stayed so much longer, as men were not allowed in the building after 10pm. Mira had a solution though. She bought me a few skirts and dresses so I could come in and leave as a girl. I'd change at the McDonald's halfway between our dorms, in their unisex bathroom.

It became easier and easier to become Georgia and add some makeup, and be confident no one would recognize me. During our study breaks we chatted like two girls would, and she'd teach me more makeup tricks and boy stuff, which I thought was a great experience, seeing it from the other side.

One night however, after a long session on a new project, I left so late that the McDonald's was closed. So I had to sneak into my own dorm, as females were not allowed here, after 10. I made it to my room, but then things went wrong. My room mate, John, saw me when I entered, and he added one and one together quicker than that I could pretend to be George's girlfriend.

It was clear he liked my looks, as his bulge was bigger than my own had ever been. He told me my secret was safe with him, in exchange for some perks. A simple blow job would do the trick. I protested ofcourse, but he warned that he could accidentally let it slip that I was a sissy, if my mom called in the weekend. Or in the common room downstairs. I wasn't ready to deal with that embarrassment, so I gave in.

I had tears in my eyes, when he pushed his hard member roughly in my mouth. It was nothing like the sweet experience that Mira had given me, on our first "date". But John liked it and I could feel him grow in my mouth. I had to hold him in my hand at the base, as to prevent him to push it in too deep, as I knew I would gag. And when he came I tried not to swallow, causing his junk to come out of my nose. I heard a clicking sound and when I looked up I saw him snap his camera phone.

Looking at some of the pictures it seemed like I had enjoyed it, my face covered in his cum. He threatened to share the pictures on Insta unless I would blow him in the evening as well as in the morning. Plus I had to stay a girl throughout the night, dressed in my lingerie. He found a way that I could slip in at night using the fire stairs, so nobody would see me in girl mode.

He started buying me slutty outfits that I had to wear for him, and soon I had to sleep in his bed. It didn't take long before he started taking me from behind. And due to the conditioning that Mira had applied to me, I couldn't help but cumming with him, no matter how much I tried not to.

He insisted I make his breakfast in the morning, after he fed me his load, which I was swallowing by now, to prevent more messes. All I was allowed was the orange juice he gave me, to wash away the taste in my mouth.

It was Mira eventually who found out, because my scrotum had shrunken so much, it wouldn't hold my cage anymore. Not that there was much need for the cage, as my dick was reduced by now to a tiny nub. Yet my own breasts had grown substantially, filling the bra instead of the inserts.

It took her only a few minutes to get the full story from me, despite my tears running out uncontrollably. She was mad, partly with me for not telling her sooner, but mainly with John for having me go through that terrible ordeal. She took me to her doctor, only to find out that apparently I had taken medicine that caused a chemical castration. Combined with added hormones there was no denying I was on a one way path of becoming a woman, thanks to the OJ that John had insisted I took every day. The doctor suggested I continue with hormones and eventually have my remaining male parts removed.

The school allowed me to room with Mira for the remainder of the school year. And one day I received new paperwork in the mail, and a new badge, confirming I was officially Georgia now, with the gender showing female, next to my face, which was really pretty with the purple lipstick and rouge on my cheeks.

The teachers and my fellow students accepted me for what I was now, and my mom was happy to have a daughter. I guess hindsight, John's blackmail would not have worked.

John apparently ended up in the hospital, after he was mugged in the park. Word is, the mugger cut off his balls and made him eat them, making pictures as he did so. In the hospital he "accidentally" received a high dose or hormones through his IV, and he has to wear a bra now, just like me. He tried to pin the blame on me, but all that led to was getting him arrested for what he did to me.

Between Mira and me things could not be better, after the initial shock was behind us. She had been the more dominant anyway, and with my softer skin, decent breasts and a nicely padded booty, she enjoyed taking me even more.

We made plans to room together after our freshman year as well, and we started a savings account that would pay for my sex reassignment surgery, once I was eligible. Most importantly I could tag on to her scholarship, as long as we both kept straight A's. Which has never been a problem from the day we started studying together.