"Holly shit, she's hot" said Leslie out loud. After flinching from hearing his new voice, he continued checking out Stacy's profile, his new tutor for the semester.
She is a Computer Science major, the same Leslie wanted to study, and had volunteered as a tutor the last 2 years. "So she's around my age" thought Leslie. The time at the air force meant he would be older than most of his classmates.
The blue eyed brunette on his screen looked like a model, a model who could code, which made her even hotter in Leslie's eyes. His mind drifted, thinking about how maybe during the semester they could get close, start dating, maybe find something else than just tutoring.
His daydreaming got interrupted by the screen of his phone going dark after some moments of inactivity, which then reflected his feminized face. "How can I expect to seduce my tutor looking like this... chances are she won't give me the time of day or just become friends... what the hell am I going to do about this?"
Depressed with these new thoughts, he continued checking the other people in the group tutored by Stacy. Just the run of the mill students, Marcia, John, Felix, and other names he forgot almost immediately. He kept going back to Stacy, to those eyes, that smile, that body.
Checking Stacy out on Facebook, he saw they had a shared connection: Carrie, his ex from high school, the one who had almost broken his heart, the one who had him excited to start anew. "What a pain, I hope they're not close" he thought. His ex being friends with his new girlfriend didn't go well with the fantasy in his head... even if it was just that, a fantasy.
Letting out a very feminine sounding sigh, he put his phone away, ignoring yet another text from Samantha, and went to bed. "Maybe I wake up as myself again tomorrow" he thought as he adjusted the position of his left breast to lie better on that side.
