It started with removing all my body hair, and she used a cream on me that was much more effective than using a razor. When I felt my skin start to burn she pushed me into the shower to wash it all off. She told me to use her soap and shampoo to wash myself.

When I was dried off, she lotioned my whole body, to repair the skin, she said. She handed me one of her latex panties, that I happily pulled on. But then she had a matching bra, which she carefully wrapped around me, until my nipples were covered exactly the same. Then she slid some inserts in the cups, and I felt the weight of having breasts hanging from my chest.

Then she laced a corset on me, and it took all my breath away. Literally. At least it helped to give some relief on my new breasts, pushing them up a bit inside the cups. She pulled fishnet stockings over my legs, which she attached to the corset with some garters. And finally she had an identical dress to hers for me, as I wasn't much taller than her.

When she zipped me up my figure looked just as hers, meaning very sexy curves. My own face on it didn't look good though, but that was about to change. She sat me at her makeup table and started working on me. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I could feel my eyelids suddenly heavier and I could taste paint or something on my lips.

After a good half hour she finished with a wig on my head, and after another ten minutes of styling I could finally look at myself. It wasn't me at all. Instead it was cute, sexy, daring, not sure what word to use. But incredibly female. And a weight of worries dropped from my shoulders.

I smiled and this beauty smiled sensually back at me. I licked my lips, and the mirror made it clear it was me. How the heck did you do that? I asked, and she laughed, saying I needed to work on my voice. The last thing she did was pull some heels on my feet. Nothing serious, but more than I ever experienced. I had to work on my walk as well.

It's funny, but the combination of heels, a tight corset and weights hanging down from my chest, seemed to compensate each other. A long way of saying that after a bit of practice, walking went fairly easy.

Moving around the wall panels, although made from fairly light material, was a serious chore. There were 32 panels, about the length of the truck bed, that we had to move from a storage area attached to their six car garage, to her full-size truck. It took both of us to carry one panel, and we stacked them all standing up against each other. It just fit, but we were both exhausted.

Our dresses were all dusted up, but the PVC was easily cleaned with a special fluid that Chelsea had. It was actually an erotic experience but we were too tired to enjoy. Then Chelsea had the best idea of the day. Hot tub! she said.

It took a bit to get out of our clothes again, and I was surprised to see that when my bra came off, my breasts stayed put. I couldn't even see any seams between the breasts and my skin. Chelsea told me not to worry, as she had a dissolving liquid to remove the glue, which she'd use the morning after the second night, before I'd go back to work.

We went completely naked in the tub, apart from our chastity of course. And it was the best feeling ever. I could feel my body regenerate, as did Chelsea's. Apparently my makeup was water resistant and my wig didn't budge. We were just two women, naked in a tub.

It was then that Chelsea made a pass at me. She slowly moved closer and closer until our hips were touching. Then she pulled my chin towards her face, and she kissed me. Thanks for your help, she said. Then her tongue moved inside my mouth and I could only give in.

I already knew how strong her tongue was and how well her mouth could suck, from the one blow-job she'd given me. Feeling that power on my own mouth and tongue, as she slowly ravaged me, was increasingly erotic.

Eventually her arms were all around me as my hands were on her breasts, and we enjoyed each other's body. It took a long while before we finally talked. Are we okay doing this? I asked. She believed it was, the attraction had been there from the first moment we met. And it wasn't like we could have sex, right?

As far as I'm concerned right now, you're a woman, she said, and we're just having some fun as two women together. The one thing missing is a name for you. What should I call you?

Now, that was a question. I had never even considered that question. What is a female name that I like? I tried a few names out loud, just to see what it sounded like. Mary. Nancy. Janice. Wilma. Dakota.

I saw Chelsea's face light up. Dakota? Dakota! That was it. That was me. At least for now.

When we finally got out of the tub, refreshed, Chelsea asked if I wanted to try on some of her clothes. Once more we disappeared in her walk-in closet, and I asked about the skirt she'd worn the weekend before. She liked my choice, but for that, and probably most of her clothes, I needed a corset again. She had a beautiful pink satin one, that would cover most of my breasts as well, and the feeling on my skin was just marvelous.

I didn't even realize she probably took off another inch of my waistline. I was just in love with this garment. It also made the skirt a perfect fit, as the leather hugged my hips. She gave me a leather top to match, that left my shoulders bare, while still having short sleeves. Once more I was stunned how female I looked, how sexy I looked. She added heels that were significantly higher than the ones before, but my body took on a natural posture with them, and I walked like I'd grown up in heels.

Chelsea went more casual in a fashionable jump suit, with impossibly spiked heels, and we stood together for a while, looking in the mirror. Then she started making some pictures of us, and some just of me. She texted them to me, with the added message, Dakota ready to go en femme to orphanage. I laughed out loud, until two more texts came in. One was from Mark, saying Sexy, the other from Jenna, Wow! My photos were shared in a group chat.

I was a bit embarrassed that my wife would see me like this. But Chelsea told me not to worry. Mark would explain to her about the rules at the orphanage. And the next text from my wife seemed to confirm that. You look amazing! Good luck tomorrow, Dakota. And I replied, Thanks!!

It was well past dinnertime and Chelsea and I made a quick salad, that we ate with a glass of wine. The corset prevented me from eating too much, but I didn't feel hungry either.

Chelsea put some slow music on, and we danced together for an hour. I just could not get enough of her hands on me, and the leather skirt swishing between my legs. In her higher heels we were exactly the same height, and it meant very long kisses, while we slowly moved with the music. Despite my corset, I had room for butterflies in my belly.

When the music finally stopped, she did not let go of my hand and she pulled me upstairs to her bedroom, where she slowly undressed me, although my corset stayed on. I was fine with that as I never wanted to take it off. Her jumpsuit came off real easily and she invited me in her bed. When I asked if she was sure, she replied she was pretty sure Mark and Jenna were sharing a bed as well. That should have probably upset me, instead it took any guilt I had away.

The sheets were a smooth satin as well, and never did I feel so luxurious in bed. Our slow lovemaking continued until Chelsea asked if I was in for something more naughty. I had no clue what she meant until she grabbed a dildo from one of her drawers. Reality hit me, except I had no idea how she'd use that as her pussy was locked up. But she showed me, after she put some lubricant on it. The metal belt between her legs had a hole, allowing to do a number two, and she pushed the dildo straight up her ass.

She told me to play with it, and a bit uncomfortable, I guided it deeper inside her, pulling it back again, and then even deeper. She moaned loudly and eventually she told me to push the button. I noticed the button now at the end I was holding and when I pushed it, the whole thing started vibrating. It took her over the top and she had a massive orgasm, as I was still moving the thing inside her.

Eventually she begged me to stop it, and I pushed the button again and slowly pulled the device from her. Clean it please, baby, was all she could manage. I took the device to the bathroom and ran it under warm water, then used a washcloth to wipe all the lube from it.

When I got back in the bed, she was back on this world, and she asked the dildo back. When I gave it she lubed it again and she said, your turn.

Before I could protest she was already pushing the tip slowly into my ass, and I had to concentrate to prevent my muscles from fighting it.

After a few minutes of slowly being penetrated deeper, I could not help but agreeing that it was getting more and more pleasurable. I heard an involuntary moan escape from my own mouth now, and Chelsea started moving it faster now inside me. Then, without warning, she switched in on, and everything inside me started to vibrate.

For a moment my dick reacted, but it couldn't go anywhere. And just like that my body switched back to the new pleasure in my ass. I couldn't believe how quickly things changed from nice, to pleasant, to taking me over the top into my first anal orgasm.

I lost control over my body as I screamed, which sounded very female to me, and my body started shaking all over. The orgasm hit me all over, every nerve on fire. And within seconds it became unbearable, as I simply couldn't go any higher. I begged her to stop, and thank God she switched it off, and I could finally fully enjoy the pleasure she'd given me. When she slowly started pulling the thing from me, my muscles grabbed onto it, but eventually I could hear it pop out. I was still in a bliss, and with my eyes still closed I whispered, thank you...

We slept in intervals, cuddled together. Every now and then I woke up as she ravished my rear again. I had no power to stop the orgasms, but I did manage to hold on longer each time as waves of pleasure hit me.

Still, I managed to wake up refreshed, and in a naughty mood I took her rear with the dildo until she woke up moaning. We showered together and I was surprised my makeup was not affected. It just needed a bit of touch up. Understanding my needs she had a new corset for me, very similar as yesterday, just a more subdued color, which went better with the boring dress she had for me.

Don't get me wrong when I say boring, but it was more like a uniform dress than any of the spectacular outfits from her that I'd gotten used to by now. But a uniform it was, as she donned a similar dress, still looking very good on her curves. Come to think of it, my own curves showed very well also.

It was simply the uniform worn by volunteers in the orphanage. Practical and in grey hard to see dirty spots. Even the heels weren't very high and definitely no spikes. We had a simple breakfast during which we got a message from Jenna, asking if I could stay a woman throughout the weekend. She figured it would be a lot of fun for her as well. So I texted my boss, asking for an extra day, which was approved in minutes. I was slowly losing control over being male, but it was only for a few more days, and thus far it had indeed been fun.

Soon after, we left in the truck. Fully owned by, and only used for the Foundation, which made it a very interesting tax write-off.

It was only a ten minute drive and when we parked in a sort of courtyard, four girls of about 16 or 17 came out. They all hugged Chelsea and when she introduced me as the technical expert, I got three handshakes and a small hug. With the extra hands we managed to get all panels fairly quickly to a large bedroom with about twenty beds. On one side of the room were four beds and desks as well as chests of drawers.

On the floor, with blue masking tape, were lines drawn, where the panels had to go which would provide the oldest girls a bit of privacy from the younger ones. Chelsea had no idea though how the panels connected, but that was apparently my task.

It really wasn't that hard and with the help of the four girls it took about half an hour per cubicle, as I called it, although each girl claimed it was a bedroom. One shorter panel facing the sidewall formed an open "door" to the narrowly created hallway. The rooms were small but the girls were ecstatic. As Chelsea explained, if you live your whole life in a group then privacy is at a premium.

The Foundation had interviewed not only the staff at the orphanage, but also many of the kids. And this was one of the first solutions that they had provided. Another one was dedicated education to a selection of the girls, mainly based on age and interest. Chelsea would do a Healthcare class soon, and she would hand me over to the director, or principal as the girls called her, Mrs Epstein.

It felt very much like an interview. Mrs Epstein used an intake form and wanted to know all kind of details of my life. Details that I sometimes had to make up on the spot, when they were about my personal life as a woman. Others, like my current job, were fairly easy, as I could just speak the truth. The hardest one was that she needed a copy of my driver's license, but Chelsea had convinced me in the morning to leave my personal papers and cards at home. And cellphones were not even allowed in the orphanage.

The director was very interested though in my computer knowledge and programming experience. The orphanage had a few PC's in an actual computer room, but none of the staff nor girls knew what to do with them. She asked if at least I could figure out if what they had worked. And maybe I had ideas on making them more accessible to the girls.

So, the next hour I was looking at three outdated PC's. At least there was an internet modem that worked, but I could only connect one PC at the time. I made notes of what it would take to network them together and it was really just a router and some network cables. In preparation I updated all machines to the latest version of operating system, installed a free Office suite, and a free Anti-virus. By the time I finished it was lunchtime.

Over lunch I explained to Chelsea and the director that with a minimal investment the three PC's would run in a network environment, which would make it much easier to teach the kids on how to use them.

Chelsea gave me the keys to the truck and a credit card and explained what I had to do, to make sure it was billed as a Foundation expense, and after lunch I was off. It was slightly awkward to drive with the heels I had on, but even that got easier as I drove on. It took only thirty minutes to buy a cheap wifi router and some cables, and soon I was back in the computer room and had it all working.

It was then that a young girl dropped by, asking what I was doing. I explained how I had improved the computers so that the girls could actually use them. Her name was Asia and she was 7 years old, and she asked a bunch of actually decent questions, that I patiently answered. Another girl, much older, checked on Asia, and ended up sitting with us. Her name was Mandy and she was 14, and her first question was, aren't computers just a bunch of one's and zeroes?

I'm not sure if she just tried to make Asia lose her interest, or maybe just to make my life harder. But I decided to teach her a lesson.

Yes, I answered, if you forget about all the electronic components inside this box, the essence of each computer is based on one's and zeroes. We call it the binary system. And in a way it's much easier than what most people do in the decimal system. For example, and I took a piece of paper, writing a bunch of one's and zeroes. This is you age in binary. Three one's followed by a zero. The first is worth eight, the second is worth four and the third is worth two, the last one is worth one, and I wrote the numbers under it. Fourteen total, because the last bit, as we call it is zero, so we don't count it.

Now watch, as I shift all bits to the right and drop the last one. What do we have now? Seven, Asia exclaimed, my age!

Yep, I nodded, binary calculations are that simple. You shift bits to the right and you divide by two. Shift left and you multiply by two.

I had both girl's attention now, and together we played with one's and zeroes on the paper, until they got the principle. And when I said, math is much simpler in the binary system, Asia asked if it could do long division, as she just did not understand how that worked at school.

I nodded, having done that many times when I was younger. On a new piece of paper I showed her how it was done, with some simple examples. The decisions are so much easier, because you only have one's and zeroes.

Both girls were in awe now, but Mandy stood up and said, thank you so much Miss Dakota, but Asia and I have to help with preparing dinner. When do you think we can actually use the computers and try to put some of this in practice?

I swallowed. Somehow I had instilled interest in them to work on these computers. Well, I said, the computers are good to go, but I will install some programming applications on them. It will take some time though to learn how to use it before you can actually write a program.

Will you teach us? Both Asia and Mandy asked at the same time. I swallowed, as I hadn't seen this coming, and I replied, sure. They both hugged me, saying thanks, then disappeared in a flash. I had to take a number of deep breaths, holding my head, then I asked myself, how the heck did I get myself into this?

I spent another hour, maybe two, installing programming languages like Python and C#, thinking it was too much, but already defining the steps in my head on how to teach this stuff. Chelsea found me deep in thoughts, telling me it was time for dinner. Thursday's are a full day for her at the orphanage, helping out and teaching, and that includes lunch and dinner. Two more times per week she comes here, just to teach two classes.

I told her about my interaction with the two girls and she laughed. Looks like you're going to be a teacher as well here, and her hug was very sincere. But, but... I stuttered, Mrs Epstein was already asking for my license, she expects to see it next time I come. Hmm, Chelsea replied, I may have to reach out to an old college buddy. He prepared false licenses for us all throughout college.

Dinner was okay. I guess it's not practical to prepare gourmet meals for so many people. I noticed Asia sitting by herself at a table with a bunch of papers next to her plate. I got up and took my plate, and sat down next to her. Problems? I asked.

She looked at me in shock, then her face turned into a smile. I've been doing more of your math but I ran into troubles. I'm stuck! Let me see, I told her, and together we looked over her project. I couldn't believe how far she had taken this thing already in such a short time, adding multiplication and subtraction as well to what I had shown her before. It was easily to see where she had gone wrong, and I helped her correct the errors.

By now, Mandy had sat down as well with us, taking it all in and helping Asia from her other side. More kids added their plates to our table, asking what this was all about, and I repeated my first lesson on binary calculations. Asia showed her work and multiple kids pulled some of her papers and started writing themselves. Then Mandy said, Miss Dakota is going to teach us all in the computer room.

Long story short, my class would have twenty girls, and I would start the next afternoon, after their normal school. Mrs Epstein had a big smile on her face, as she welcomed me to her staff. She gave me two of my own uniform dresses and a pair of shoes, and reminded me to bring my driver's license.

When we finally left, multiple kids came over to hug Chelsea, and now me as well. Asia asked me if I could bring books, so she could learn more, until I came back again. When was to be determined still, because all extra classes had to be after normal school and before dinner. Only Thursdays had daytime classes at the orphanage. I would have to figure out how to combine teaching with my regular work.