Chapter 6 - Sun, Shopping, and Sex.

	For the entirety of the following week, Mitchel is moody and reclusive, avoiding people as he tries to come to terms with his loss. While he is surprised that no one laughs or teases him if they know of his loss and  him now being ‘half a man’, he shrugs it off being lost in his own world. He isn't mean to anyone, just so far down in the dumps that he can't get his spirits up. He goes to meals, but spends most the rest of the week in bed. Unknown to him,  Mitch's food is spiked with both Estrogen to help shape his body, as well as testosterone to allow him to keep up his energy and sexual urges up to prevent his situation from getting too much worse. 

	For the most part, Mitch’s friends have been trying to help him. Except Cyko, who has been partly avoiding Mitch, because he feels this is his fault. Rhapsody tries to speak with the boy on occasion, though those talks never seem to help; Mitchel occasionally feeling like she’s being Miss Nightfang’s pawn. Sam has also tried, but for her it's harder. How do you console someone about something you yourself desire? While the attempts never seem to work well, Mitchel thanks them anyway for their efforts, and remains friendly to Cyko on the rare occasions they do meet, usually during lunch. 

	Other kids in the school he finds are a mixed bag, some don't treat him any differently, others act as if he’s finally becoming a girl; he politely excuses himself from those conversations as quickly as he can, and the rest, mostly guys, are trying to get under his skirt. He tends to ignore them, while learning how Cyko must feel at times.  He stops trying to fight people who refer to him as a girl, or call him Michelle, though, giving up on that. How can he declare that he is a guy, when he lacks the basic equipment for the job?

	Thanks to the testosterone supplements that Ms Nightfang has had added to the food in lavender fridge that Mitchel gets his meals from makes sure to address the boy’s basic fears; as he finds himself still about to feel aroused and get erections. After a week he finds that he still desires to get off, the ache being more internal now, no longer able to actually have ‘blue balls‘ without the balls... Though his depression tends to overpower those urges and they no longer feel like a top priority. Also by the end of the week he notices that Cyko seems to avoid him even more than usual, as well as the intersexed boy seeming more on edge... 

At the end of what feels like the longest week ever for the boy, there is a knock on his door. Getting up the boy slowly makes his way to the door and opens it, and sees the one person he’s been hoping to not really see again. 

	Miss Nightfang smiles softly as she looks to him. "It's been a week Michelle, and You should be fully healed. I do hope you are in better spirits today as I am here to keep up my end of the deal I made you for taking it as well as you did."

	Mitchel blinks softly having to think about that as he’s tried to blank out all of last Saturday out of his mind. After a moment he shrugs softly as it comes to him and replies, "Oh... the clothes."

	Miss Nightfang nods "Indeed, Michelle. We will be going out shopping today, and you can even bring one of your friend if you wish." She says with a bright smile. “I want this to be as enjoyable as possible for you, and I know the last thing you want is to spend a day with me alone.”

	Mitchel is already dressed, in a short sky blue baby tee shirt, that he still isn’t sure that he’s not stretching it out of whack, and the longest white skirt he could find, but when she say shopping he blinks, then blushes, "I can't go outside like this..."

	Miss Nightfang cocks her head slightly and asks "And why not Michelle?"

	Mitchel frowns, "You saw how I treated Sam the first time... everyone out there is going to treat me like that... And unlike Sam, I don't look like a girl."

	Miss Nightfang smiles and giggles softly as she says, "We are going to a few special stores. Stuff owned by friends, so you don't need to worry. Though if you really don't want to go, you can just continue to wear what you have."

	Mitchel frowns and then sighs, "Fine." He steps out of his room and closes the door. It is pretty clear that his self image is pretty well crushed.

	Miss Nightfang smiles softly. "So who would you like to take with you?" She asks as she leads him to the front door.

	Mitchel thinks about it for a bit, then says, "Sam, I guess..." Figuring that she’d be the best person to help not make this be his worst nightmare, as Cyko would think that this is gay, and he agrees with that, and Rhapsody… well Rhapsody is Rhapsody and he doesn’t want to look like some emo goth chick… 

	Miss Nightfang nods softly. "Alright I'll got fetch Sam you wait here. I won't be long." She replies and heads off for Sam's room. Mitchel nods and waits by the front door, leaning against the door frame.

	It is about 10 minutes before Miss Nightfang arrives back at the front door followed shortly by the cute mouse girl. She is dressed in a pair of hip hugger jeans and another MLP shirt, this one seeming fitting for a shopping trip as it has Rarity on it looking wide eye at a large diamond with the words “Such a magnificent jewel!” written below it, and a pair of black tennis shoes. Even with the pony shirt and breasts Mitchel feels she looks much more masculine then he does. 

	Miss Nightfang leads the pair outside into the bright light and to her car. A rather nice red sports car, Mitchel isn’t sure what make or model it is but it looks very current. Mitchel glowers a bit as he sees it as he is sure where at least some of the money went, and all he can think is that he helped pay for the car with his nuts… 

	"Alright girls, get in. I've some nice places picked out for you." Miss Nightfang smiles and opens the door for her students.

	Sam takes Mitch's hands and pulling him into the backseat with an excited giggle. “I am really glad you decided to invite me!” She says happily, always loving a shopping trip with friends, especially when Miss Nightfang is footing the bill.

	Mitchel is decidedly less enthusiastic, and looks around nervously, even as he is pulled into the car. “You're welcome..“ He says softly, his feelings about the newness of the car being mostly forgotten, as a sudden feeling of dread enters his body as the door closes as Miss Nightfang gets in the seat in front of him. He buckles himself in and sighs, "This isn't going to end well..." he mutters.

	Sam giggles. "Oh stop being such a Marvin." She giggles, being an unashamed geek, as if that couldn't be told by the MLP themed clothes she has, some of which she let Mitch borrow. "This will be fun Michelle!" She says  and hugs him trying to transfer some of her exuberance into the otter. 

	Mitchel tries not to be grumpy at the hug, but his funk isn't really improving all that much as they pull out from the school parking lot.

Miss Nightfang retracts the roof her car. So they can enjoy the nice sunny day and also so that Mitchel can't hide from the world. The drive is uneventful, save for Mitchel trying to sink further down so that no one can see him, and Sam refusing to let him be so distance as she draws him closer and chatters with him about whatever new episode of a show she likes has aired. After a twenty minute drive they arrive at a small outlet clothing store named 'It’s a Boy-Girl World'. 

Miss Nightfang parks as close as she can and exits the car. "Come along now girls." She smiles and leads them into the store.

	Mitchel does try to hunker down in the seat the best he can, really not feeling comfortable, and sure that he looks exactly like a guy wearing girl's clothes... which he mostly does. He slips out of the car and takes a deep breath, fidgeting and feeling very... exposed.

	Sam is, as expected, Mitchel's polar opposite when it comes to this. She couldn't be more happy! It may be stereotypical, but she loves clothes shopping! It's always so fun to try on new things, and now she gets to induct Mitchel into her gender! If she was any sort of vindictive bitch, she'd likely ask him 'Who's the sissy fag now?' but luckily she isn't and has apparently forgiven him completely for how he acted when they first met. The fact she can make this much more torturous for the young otter is seeming inconsequential to the mouse as the enter the store. 

	A black squirrel pauses in front of the shop, to allow the other three to enter first. She smiles to them as they pass her by. She dressed in a classic ‘school girl gone bad’ style of clothing; black heeled pumps, a pleated skirt that hands just below mid-thigh that's pink and black plaid pattern. Her belt is black with bright silvery heart shape studs. A black tank top with a pink skull and crossbones that has a polka dot bow atop the skull. Just to keep any chill away over the top is a white button shirt, armed rolled up, a tribal design on the back of it. The shirt is designed to end just past her proud B/C cup bust line.  A navel piercing winks into view from time to time when her shirt lifts up, gleaming against that black fur. 

	She enters behind them, her walking mixed with a bit of dancing as she goes, listening to music on her iPod. Almost as if on cue the song switches over to, of all things, Madonna's Material Girl. Laughing a bit she hops about on her toes, as amazingly long tail bouncing behind her to the beat as it shines in the light. "Cuz we are living/in a material world and I am a material girl." Her long scarlet hair, that hangs well down past her shoulders, is curled some to have more wave to it. 

	Inside the store is both familiar and different at the same time. On the surface appearing like any outlet clothing store, a closer look reveals that its customer and staff all seem to blur the gender line, just like the clothing itself. The majority of clothing being made for cross dresser and transgendered furs. The store seems to be more heavy on the feminine apparel, but all of it is much more conservative then what Mitchel’s mother and Sisters sent him to wear. Of course compared to that even most trampy girls look conservative.  

	Mitchel is all too alert, paying very close attention to his surroundings, though still expecting people to point and laugh at any moment. He also tries to scope out the items in the store, trying to guess how bad this is going to be, as his old clothes were very conservative male, with maybe a little board-punk vibe. He doesn't cling to Sam or Selene, and in fact somewhat lags behind them, looking fidgety and nervous still.

	Sam doesn't leave Mitch's side, being the very devoted friend that she is. Seeing him lagging behind some she stops to let him catch up. 

	Miss Nightfang can’t help but notice the Squirrel as she dances past them, and then looks to Mitch. "You should try to loosen up, be more like her. Try to have some fun!” She smiles.

	Mitchel frowns at the bat as she says that, "Sorry, I really don't feel like loosening up or having fun at the moment, this is kind of the last thing I wanna be doing..." He says, feeling as though every eye is on him, not only is he probably one of the more masculine figures in the store, he is also dressed up like a total slut, making things even worse. He mutters to Miss Nightfang, "Told you proper girls don't dress like this."

	The black squirrel looks over to the trio, having excellent hearing,  which us why her headphones are near her neck. "Depends on your definition of proper I guess." She replies and Skips over to them, she flashes just a second of some pink and black striped panties as she moves. "Hi! I'm Downy," Waving her hand quickly enough to set the several bracelets she wears rattling.

	Miss Nightfang looks to Mitch as he replies. "Well I did give you the choice. If you don't want to be here, we can always return to the School. I am sure your sisters can donate more of their old clothing for you." She says with a wide fanged grin, knowing that the otter would almost prefer to go naked then remain dressed as he is. She then turns to face the new comer as she introduces herself. "Greeting Downy, I am Selene Nightfang and these are my students Michelle Lutra and Samantha Frisby". Selene herself is wearing a rather elegant dress, that shows off a bit of her legs and her ample bust, but more conservative then some of the outfits she wears to keep the attention of her students. 

	Mitchel gives a sigh as he is introduced as Michelle, but he doesn't say anything to fight it. He gives a half nod of greeting to the squirrel, a troubled, tight lipped frown on his lips that he tries to pull into a smile, but doesn't look in any way real. He then looks around and starts trying to find a selection of different jeans and pants. 

	Sam smiles and curtsies politely, despite the lack of a dress or skirt. “Hello Ma’am” She replies, and tries to pull Mitchel back. “I know that is what we are here for, but its rude to run off when someone is talking to you.”

	Downy's eyes run up and down the pretty bat lady's dress. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Nightfang." As for the mouse she only asks, "Do you like Sam, Sammy, or Samantha?" She doesn’t bat an eye at the cross-dressed otter, "Hand me downs suck Michelle. I know. Had to wear some myself in the past. Why so grumpy? Thong riding up?" She Teases in a playful and friendly way. 

	Sam smiles "Most just call me Sam." She replies sweetly. "Yeah. I remember when I got new clothes for the first time as well. This really should be an exciting moment. Miss Nightfang is paying for this out of her own pocket because she knows how much Michelle doesn't like her sister's choices on clothes." 

	Mitchel shakes his head and says glumly to Downy, "It's just been a really crappy month for me." Deciding not to go into too much detail around a stranger. 

	Downy steps closer to the otter and chucks under the chin. "Hey! You're getting free clothes. You know how much that means to some? After high school I had to get job and I owned exactly four pairs of underwear, two jeans, and three shirts, six pairs of socks. That was my whole wardrobe. You got a lovely elegant lady offering to foot a bill? Don't be such an Eeyore. There's got to be something you like." Curiously she ask Selene, "What sort of classes do you teach, and is Sam getting anything too?"

	Miss Nightfang smiles "Michelle's just down because she recently lost something very close to her. I really was hoping this trip would take her mind off that something, but I am sure you know teenagers. They lose one small little thing and suddenly it's the end of the world and their lives are over." The bat states wistfully and hand waves Mitch's problem knowing that the otter likely doesn‘t want the whole store to know about his castration anyway. "I run a boarding school for Wayward teens. Kids that for some reason or other are too much for their parents to handle. I and my staff teach all the basics as well as help students find themselves and discover what they need past their wants. And Yes, Sam is allowed to get anything if she really wants though she's mostly along because Michelle doesn't want to be alone with me. She still thinks I'm the villain after her mother decided to dump her off because she couldn't handle four kids at once."

	Mitchel shrugs and walks away, trying to look through the clothes, wanting to get this over with, and not wanting to make it a social affair. He looks at several of the pairs of jeans and then mutters, "These sizes don't make any sense..." He is used to sizes being posed in inches, not 'sizes'.

	Downy watches how the trio interacts, her 'high school' days are past her as she looks very much to be into her 20s or so. "Sounds very nice of you, if you ask me Ms Nightfang. Hell wish I had that sort of help when I was younger." She frowns, trying to think back why she would say that. But shaking her head she clears the thoughts away. "It's nice of you to help Sam." Softening her voice. "Um... Michelle really doesn't look happy. Is what was lost able to be replaced or is that too personal?”

	Miss Nightfang looks to Downy and nods "They can be, in fact her boyfriend's father has told me that he'll buy her replacements as graduation gift, but that still hasn't helped her. Everything has to be immediate for teens these days. They simply don't know how well they have it. Even you had it better than I did, miss. I was pretty much living on the streets, from boyfriend to boyfriend trying to find my way till a kind vixen took me in. She's the one that inspired me to open my School and help others." 

	Sam meanwhile lets the adults talk. She's about 16 in age, so is fairly taller than Mitch by a few inches not including her ears, and seems to act like a real older sister should. She explains the sizes to Michelle and even tries to help him pick out some nice ones, though none are nearly as masculine as he would like.

	Downy says, "I got a van cheap in auction. That was my home for a long long time. Only reason I have it as good as I do now is a .... patron of sorts. Long confusing complicated story." She's doing some shopping herself and noticing some of the cuts are not typical female wear. Looking around she gets an idea. "Hang on. Hey Shelly,” She says speaking to Mitch “I got an idea for you that you may like." With that the squirrel is off with a flick of tail heading for a part of the store where pants are kept, but a special kind of them.

	Mitchel turns out to be roughly a size 2... which would be humiliating if he knew how coveted a size that can be for women. He looks through the jeans in his size, then asks Sam, "Why don't any of them come down much past the knee?" having no idea what Capri pants are. He keeps an ear perked for the conversation between Miss Nightfang and the squirrel, wincing a little at every mention of his recently removed testicles.

	Sam giggles "They are called Capri pants, they are style that allows a woman to show off her lower legs or shoes, and not have to worry about annoyances like Hem lines." She explains trying to keep things simple for the new girl. Miss Nightfang simply watches for now as the Squirrel prances off after getting an idea as she lets her students' shop.

	Downy comes back with jeans more like Mitchel may be liking. They cover all the leg and are baggy. Much like you may wear at a rave. The first pair is black but has stitching to clearly make it more girly in style. "They only had a few pairs, wasn't sure on size so I grabbed the four I thought may fit you in one style. If you hate it then no harm." She says, trying to help.

	Mitchel holds up the jeans, at first thinking that they are a much better choice, then his ears splay and flick back as he notices how low the pants are… With only a few inches between crotch and belt, even in his 'snipped' condition, his sheath would end above where the pants end, leaving himself on display.

	Sam smiles and churrs softly "Oh, those are really cute. Try them on and see if any fit. They certainly look more like what you are used to!" She says and cheers her friend on, while trying to usher him into the fitting room.

	Downy offers, "Get the right pair of these with some baby tees and you'll look great!" It shouldn't bad for transitioning. She'll head back over to where she saw something that caught her own eye in a style for a swimsuit since that season isn't far away. Pausing by Miss Nightfang, she whispers softly, "May I ask a personal question about your student?"

	Mitchel blinks several times, "But..." as he is pretty much shoved into the fitting room. He stands behind the curtain and looks at the pants, almost afraid to try them on. He has seen his sisters in low rise jeans, and knows that the standard modification for them is to lower the back so that the tail goes over the top, which just lowers the jeans even further after tailoring. His sisters had to buy special panties just to wear them.

	Sam waits by the door, partly as a guard and partly as a gopher. "Let me know if you need anything. I'm sure we'll find a few things in your style that you'll like!" She says chipper as ever. 

	Selene smiles to Downy and nods. "Go head miss." She says, not minding answering questions when needed.

	Downy offers, "Downy. Please," she turns her back to the pair dressing up just to keep it private. "Is this Shelly's choice? Cuz I have to say I've seen some um... the club scene opens one's eyes to all kinds. Not an easy life, and she looks really down."

	Mitchel groans as he wiggles out of the skirt, then pulls the pants on, finding them roomy and concealing, except for the feared areas, having to rest under his tail, it, like all otter clothes, will have to be tailored to actually fit. The front rests low, exposing about an inch worth of sheath, mostly vent and a little chub. This causes him to blush deeper, and he mutters to Sam, "They are too short up top... it shows everything off..."

	Miss Nightfang looks to Downy and shakes her head a bit. "Unfortunately, this is something her Mother is pressing on her. She's been fairly okay, if not comfortable in the hand-me-downs, till last week when the recent decisions from her mother came to me. I've little choice in the matter, as my school is privately funded, and whatever the parents wish for their children, that is what I abide by. I have been doing my best to make things much easier on her, such as this shopping trip to allow her her own clothes. Which as Sam said, I am paying out of pocket for since his mother has three fashionista girls to deal with. She still blames me for everything despite how much I try to do for her. She just doesn't understand that it is out of my hands." 

	Sam giggles and teases "Girls like to show off a bit. I'm sure it's not that bad, if you want I can come in and give my opinion?" 

	Downy leans up on toes to whisper to the bat's ear, bodies close. "You have to be one of the most elegant woman I've ever met, and I think it's nice that you take anyone and try to help the kids and not abuse them. If you ever wanna have a dance I’m glad to DJ for really cheap there."  

	Miss Nightfang smiles to Downy before she head off. "Thanks, and I'll certainly consider it." She replies deciding to watch for now since Mitch still seems against her for having to nut him. 

	Downy smiles with a nod as she turns, tail brushing along that nice dress, and is off with a whole bunch of clothes. Various styles and sizes. She's over by Sam soon with lots of clothes on her arms. "Hey Michelle? Mind if we come in? We can help you and I trust you we can give you better advice on things, or if they can be tailored." The squirrel offers a playful wink at Sam as she waits on an answer.

	Mitchel sighs at that offer from Sam, not because he couldn't use the support, but because he feels stupid, and is afraid others will see, so he pulls the curtain back just enough to let Sam in, while using it to shield himself at the same time. As he stated, it only takes one look to tell that he has parts that a girl shouldn't have. 

	Sam comes in as she is allowed and looks to the bit of sheath sticking out. She isn't overly effective at blocking as Downy can see the issue as well once she gets close. "I am sure that can be fixed with a bit of tailoring, though Francis might find it cute." She giggles "I've seen how he eyes you at times." She says with a sly wink.

	Downy has a lot of clothes that give Michelle her privacy. Not that she'd flip out at seeing them. "Wait, how did I end up the clothes mule?" She just met them after all. "Tell me sizes so I can start folding and putting stuff back. Also here!" She shoves her arm in holding two items. One is a dress the other a coat. The dress is a nice warm burnt yellow sort of color that has a wave like pattern of darker orange that gradients from the hemline up. The cut of the dress is simple and could look almost like a simple v neck tee. With the coat a blue almost jean style coat that has yellow stitching on one sleeve it could be a good mix-match outfit. If it fits.

	Mitchel lets out a decidedly less than manly gasp of surprise as Downy forces her way in as well, "Hey!" He has no idea why the squirrel is doing all this, but to be fair, she just started doing it on her own without asking Mitch what he thought of it. "I'm not a doll! I'd like to pick out my own things!"

	Sam giggles softly "Michelle has rare size 2 waist line." She coos softly. "Though I don't think we've figured out her shirt size just yet." She says taking the clothes from the squirrel and thanking her. Sam then glowers slightly to Mitch. "Michelle, that’s not how we treat people that are trying to help. She's just offering ideas for you to try on, since it seems like you and her have very similar tastes to me." She understands Mitch’s feelings, but still she doesn’t think he needs to be rude. Sam turns to Downy "I'm really sorry, She's had a really rough week. Don't hold her attitude against her."

	Mitchel groans as he finds himself once again the bad guy in all this for some weird reason.

	Downy's tail gives a sharp agitated flick at the reaction from the otter. Ears twisting with how he acts. Sam's words help some but Sam didn't make Downy feel like she got slapped in the face. "Look don't worry about it. I get how things can be hard. Was just trying to help." The clothes she has still in her arms are either hung nearby or set on a chair. "Just make sure you damage the plastic while you can." She nods politely to the teacher and heads to look at swimming suits for herself. Churring at herself. "Not all otters are Jet, stupid girl."

	Miss Nightfang walks over hearing this altercation, she's not really thrilled that Mitch is yelling because someone stuck their arm in. She first looks to Downy and whispers in her ear, "Please miss, for your trouble let me cover your expenses today."  before addressing Mitch. "Michelle, I know this has been a trying time for you, but you can still have manners. If you're really going to act up like this, I will march you out of the store and take you back to the school and you can wear your sister's clothes until you can act like a proper girl."

	Mitchel bangs his forehead into the back wall of the changing room, finding people once again getting mad at him.

	Downy shakes her head at the whisper. "It's cool. I was pushy and being less then compassionate. Really there's no harm done. I know how stress can wear on the body and mind. Besides I may not even find what I need. Hard to make your girlfriend go gaga when she's built to keep her cool." Glancing to the dressing. "Don't march Shelly out of here because of me. Though given her name I so want to see her bursting out of a seashell bra putting Ariel to shame from Disney."

	Sam sighs and takes Mitch's shoulder and looks to him. "Listen, I want you to know I understand how you feel. But there is a difference in telling a person 'No' and making them feel like shit for trying to help you." She says being very calm, but specifically trying to remind him of the first time he met her. "You always seem to have that trouble. And you know Miss Nightfang can have a short temper. So please, go apologize for your outburst. She may not have been right to force clothes on you, but you still could have put it more nicely."

	Mitchel nods with a sigh and reaches for his skirt, as he sure isn't going out there waving his sheath in the wind. He looks to Sam to see if she wants to duck out or not first. Not wanting to offend another person in under five minutes. When Sam shows that she’s not bothered with him changing, after all she’s already seen him nude before, Mitchel quickly changes back into the outfit that he entered in and slips out of the changing booth, looking for the squirrel, then heading towards her nervously.

	Downy has been sorting through the suits. When the otter comes into view she smiles and asks. "I need your opinion." She says, as it Seems she's moved on from the tiff already. "I can't decide which suit someone may like. This one," holding up a red bikini. "Or this," a black and purple one. "See I like the purple, though blue makes my eyes pop more. But the black may make the suit look more naughty. What do you think?"

	Mitchel blinks at that, then coughs into his paw before asking, "Who are you trying to impress with them?"

	Downy holds one up and then the other again. The red really looks good with her hair and black fur. The black and purple looks... less covering with her fur. "My girlfriend. She's an otter too. Do you like girls or boys or not sure yet? If you like girls that means your opinion can really help me out."

	Mitchel coughs a bit, "Girls... definitely girls... And if you want her to stare, the red is best, because it stands out... if you want her to be thinking about you naked, go with the black."

	There's a coy look as Downy then fluffs her red hair and slides closer and lowers her voice. "Which do you want to see me in Michelle? Clinging to my damp body. Water running down as I swim through. My poor tail loosing that soft fluffiness." She brings that silky tail to brush against the otter's arm. 

	Mitchel blushes and looks away, his ears splaying, "Uh... the black one..." He says feeling that ache of arousal that he’s been ignoring for the past week start to try to make itself known again. As he looks away from the squirrel he notices both Sam and Miss Nightfang giggling a bit at Mitch's response.

	Downy gets closer so Mitchel can smell the soft scent of jasmine from her shampoo on her body. "Black one? So you want to see me all ebony and slick like a polished onyx stone?" Her fingers reach out to finger walk from the navel up on the otter. "Maybe I should try them both on, let you see me in them."

	Mitchel shudders at the teasing touch, feeling like he is being teased here in more ways than one, and whispering, "P... please stop..."

	Downy pulls her hand back. "Sure thing Michelle. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just seeing about what reaction I get." Ducking her head to try and get eye contact. "Give me a smile cutie?"

	Mitchel blushes and puts his hands over the front of his skirt, the reaction quite predictable in the situation. He doesn't manage a smile, but he does bite his lower lip.

	Sam walks over and gently rubs Mitch's back. "Just relax and enjoy yourself Michelle." She churrs softly as she watches the boy trying to straighten his skirt and whispers in his ear "At least you know it still works now." She giggles cutely.

	Downy's eyes drop down and a knowing look comes to her mind. She doesn't comment not wanting to make the girl feel more uncomfortable. "You know, you can be damn cute at times, Shelly. I'm going to go try these on. See if maybe I can manage to buy both, or mix and match." She lets her tail slide along Sam and Mitchel as she passes and gives a wink secretly to Miss Nightfang, before she slips into the changing room.

	Mitchel shivers and says very softly, "This is hell..."

	Sam giggles at the feel of the tail before looking to Michelle "I seriously think the next thing Miss Selene removes should be the stick up your rump, though it seems to be in quiet deep." She teases playfully.

	Mitchel sarcastically says, "I'm more afraid that she wants to put a stick up there..."

	Sam giggles "Don't be silly, Miss Nightfang doesn't even HAVE a stick." She says and pokes her tongue out cutely.

	Mitchel shrugs and moves to start picking through clothing again. He seems to favor solid colors and blacks, and tries to find the loose and baggy things, very tomboyish clothing.

	Sam tries to help him though all her choices are shorter or tighter, and favor the cute and silly side. "Come on live a little, wear something other than block colors. Your going from one extreme to the other."

	Mitchel can't stop Sam from slipping the occasional shorter or tighter thing onto the pile, but for the most part, he is clearly trying to replicate his 'guy' clothes the best he can.

	Downy opens the curtain first in the red bikini. She comes skipping out to look for a mirror and see how the fit flatters her. Against the black fur it's very striking, and matches her hair almost perfectly. The squirrel does a little turn twist to see how her butt looks in it, after all that’s the most important thing right?

	Mitchel has a hard time figuring out which part of a girl is the nicest, he would like to think the vagina would be the nicest, but so far, he has only seen a real pussy on a guy, and on Miss Nightfang, the one time he got to taste one, before she made his life hell…

	Sam smiles as Downy shows off. She gives a playful whistle "Looking good." She churrs softly. If Sam were able to, she'd be erect right now, but due to Miss Nightfang’s handiwork its only about quarter mast, if that.

	Downy smoothes down the sides and front of her body. Twisting and turning, making sure she looks as she desires. In the end she gives a nod. "Not bad at all. You have good tastes, otter." Winking at Michelle as she heads back for the changing room. we all know what is next.

	Sam whispers to Mitch while waiting for Downy to finish changing. "Keep in mind; Miss Nightfang has final say as it is her money. I don't think she's going to allow for such an exact replica of your old wardrobe." Sam says trying to help him.

	Mitchel sighs, "Thanks." but he still has to try. By the end, he has picked out three pairs of pants, one pair of shorts, and several shirts... along with whatever Sam has sneaked into the pile. He hasn't even considered looking at the swimsuits yet, as far as he knows, there isn't a pool at the school.

	Miss Nightfang speaks up "Since your back there, both of you make sure you pick out a pair of swim suits as well. With it getting better weather with pool will be open soon." She speaks up, still letting the girls choose whatever they wish. She doesn't want Mitch to feel like she's manipulating anything or forcing clothes on him if she suggests any kind of clothes. 

	As the two ‘girls’ talk over the pile of clothes, the changing room goes unnoticed. The door suddenly open and the room she was in empty. She's in that black and purple swimsuit, hiding behind her tail as she crouch walks closer to the younger girls. No peeking allowed. Finally she clears her throat, and flicks her tail clear as she stands up. "What'da'ya'think?' 

	Sam nods to Miss Nightfang’s suggestion with a bright smile, turning to look at some of the swimsuits before the tree rat jumps out at them, causing the mouse to nearly jump out of her skin. 

	Mitchel finds himself confused by the first statement, then startled by the squirrel and Sam's reaction, almost falling into a rack of swimsuits but falling on his butt instead,

	Downy frowns a bit, not the reaction she was hoping for… Her tail comes around quickly and hides her body. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. She clears her throat, "sorry. Um....y'all okay?" Downy glances to the teacher for help…

	Miss Nightfang giggles softly as she nods and joins them. "I don't think they take surprises well." She says as she helps Sam up to her feet and then looks to Mitch as he is helped up by Downy. "The School has an Olympic sized pool as well as room for lounging and sunning. Its open all Summer." 
	Sam looks to Downy and blushes sheepishly. "Sorry ma'am, I'm just easily scared.. part of my mouse nature I think."

	Mitchel arranges his skirt, then says, "I wasn't this jumpy three weeks ago..." he frowns a little, then looks at the selection of swimsuits, asking, "Aren't shorts enough?"

	Downy tugs at the butt of her suit some, keeping it from sliding up. "I didn't think I’d startle you all that much. I... I'm sorry." Just stepping in it left and right. "Michelle I know we just met, and I don't know what is going on. But I would get a top to match the shorts at least. Just... in case you know?" She leans in to say softer. "When breasts grow the nipples get puffy first and really sensitive."

	Mitchel almost hisses back in a whisper, "What breasts... I don't want to grow breasts..."

	Miss Nightfang looks to Mitchel and says "Girls don't wear shorts. And even the boys tend to wear thongs to show off for the girls." She adds with her patented fanged grin. She tsks at the hissing. "You're a girl, Michelle. Girls develop breasts as the go through puberty. Your going develop them if you like them or not, it's just a fact of nature."

	Mitchel blinks at Miss Nightfang, his ears wilting and his eyes going wide with dread, "What? When the hell was this decided?"

	Downy's ears lay back and tail flicks. "It was just some information and was just a suggestion." Looking up at Miss Nightfang she replies, "Yeah they do sometimes. Surfer girls do a lot. They're different but very similar, but maybe it's different at your school." Shaking her head she pinches her nose between the eyes. "This is getting painful for me." Too close to some things in her past.

	Miss Nightfang sighs and replies, "Your Mother decided it when you had me talk with her last time." She replies, trying not to divulge too much in public. She did tell Mitch that his mom was interested in him being a Shemale as long he didn’t get anyone pregnant and that she didn't have to take care of him again full time.

	Mitchel's shoulders slump and his chin drops, then he mutters, "I don't know anything about girl's swimsuits..."

	Downy gives one last bit of advice. "Tankini. Look into them. It's the most a boy like you're going to get. Especially if you get them with shorts. Now if you'll all excuse me. I'm going to go change." She rushes swiftly to the changing area she used before.

	Miss Nightfang goes over to the Changing room to check on Downy "Are you alright Downy?" She asks before entering it, leaving the two students alone to cope with the ‘news’ that she feels really shouldn’t be news as she’s not hidden it from him.

	Meanwhile Sam, the more experienced shopper, helps Mitch look for a good looking swimsuit or two so he'll have a reserve while the other is drying. “Come on, breasts aren’t that bad. Besides, I thought boys liked tits.” She grins playfully. 

	“Not like that!“ Mitchel replies as he slumps down next to a mannequin and  pretty much lets Sam pick out his suits for him, having lost the will to really pick for himself at that news.

	Sam looks to Mitch as he’s given up the will to live once again, and decides to pick out the skimpiest thong bikinis she can find for him. "I think these will look simply marvelous on you." She smiles as she does her best Rarity impression. She knows that normally Mitch would be able to tell she's not being serious and is trying to get him more involved in shopping again by choosing something he hates.

	Mitchel would indeed notice normally, but as it is he just woodenly adds them to a pile, which will be a big surprise to him later when he sees what 'he' picked.

	Sam sighs as Mitch adds them to the pile, though at the same time she now REALLY wants to be there when he lets this come back to bite him in the ass. While he is down in frowny town, She decides to edit his pile a bit; not really changing much but adding more colorful items where she can, mostly switching out black and darker colored tops for the same or similar items in bright colors as she tries to keep the tom boy look mixed with a bit of punk or raver style. 

	Mitchel seems to calm after a while of Sam editing his pile, and asks, "How much more do we have to get?"

	"Well Miss Nightfang is seeming to work with the Squirrel.” She says glancing over the dressing room the pair of adults are in for a moment before looking back to Mitchel. “So I think we have some time to kill, but I think we've got enough when combined with the hand-me-downs to get you a decent wardrobe that will last till at least the fall." She doesn't say why, as he just got calm. "But how about you pick me out something you think I might look good in?" She asks with a soft smile.

	Mitchel blinks, "You sure? My fashion sense isn't... you know... great."

	Sam nods and smiles "Think of it as a bit of prevenge." She doesn't say any more other then assuring him she trusts him. This is both to help boost his confidence and to allow him to unintentionally get back for when he finally realize what all he's buying.

	Mitchel nods slowly and rises up from where he was sitting to look things over. It is slow going but he eventually starts to pick out an outfit, starting with a lacy v-neck top, then a nice breezy skirt. The top is in violet, with silver trim, and the skirt is black with purple flowers on it. Honestly, it would probably look great on Sam, and isn't at all revenge-ish.

	Sam doesn't think he'd pick out anything intentionally bad. She's just allowing it as an option if she doesn't like the outfit. But mostly she just wants him to realize he can likely pick out really nice clothes. Sam looks to Mitch as he returns, if the top and skirt is all he picks out and smiles to him. "Would you like to watch me change, since you let me watch you?"

	Mitchel thinks about it, but then shakes his head, "I have to be able to walk out of here..." obviously referring to his 'little problem' around seeing naked girls.

	"You sure? I would like it if you would." Sam says with a soft smile. "Maybe they'll let you wear an outfit out that helps hide that better?" She says hopefully, knowing that would likely cheer Mitch up even further if he didn’t have to wear his sister's slutty clothes all day.

	Fortunately, Mitchel is still down enough that it doesn't take much to talk him into anything at the moment, so he shrugs and follows along, though he says on the way, "I don't think we found anything that covers it better..."

	Sam smiles and ushers him in, before closing the door and locking it. She kisses the boy’s cheek "Don't worry about it." She churrs and begins to strip slowly out of her clothes, trying to be a bit sexy about it as she reveals herself to him for the second time. A sexy white mouse with a nice c cup breasts, and small sheath and balls, of which only the tip of her cock pokes out of; her sheath moist from it drooling pre in arousal.

	Mitchel works hard on ignoring what is between Sam's legs, trying to focus on the developed feminine form, part of it arouses him and part of it terrifies him, as he knows that Miss Nightfang intends to do something similar to him. It leaves a hollow ache in his gut, and leaves him not quite knowing what to do or think.

	Sam smiles and poses for Mitch when she is fully undressed. If it weren't for the small sheath, that is much smaller than his, she'd be the ideal of a teenage girl. She grins a bit mischievously and puts the boy’s hand on her breast. "ever felt one before?" She asks 

	Mitchel blinks at that, his own shaft pressing from his sheath at the feeling of Sam's warm breast against his paw. He swallows nervously and shakes his head, "Not... not intentionally..." there were the occasional over the clothes 'accidental' copped feels of his sisters, but never anything like this. He can't help but give a soft squeeze of the breast, feeling how heavy and soft it is.

	Sam churrs deeply as she pulls away briefly to sit on the bench, helping to negate the height difference between them. "Then go ahead, enjoy mine while we are waiting." She says and lets him enjoy being with a 'girl'

	Mitchel glances at the door, then back at Sam, shivering as he whispers, "I... I don't know if I can do this here, Sam..." he shakes his head, "I want to, but..." he rubs his eyes, the problem being that he doesn't just see Sam, he sees his future, and that... is kind of a mood killer.

	Sam pulls him closer with her tail and kisses him softly "No one is going to come by. I've been shopping her before. When the door is locked, they allow privacy. Please, don't think, just act." She churrs just a bit needfully, between shopping and watching the squirrel prance about mostly naked, she is fairly hot and bothered herself...

	Mitchel melts into the kiss a bit, his eyes closing and his body shivering. He makes no move to hold Sam in return, clearly equally distraught and aroused. His cock is saying 'get a piece' but the rest of him wants to run and curl up in a ball somewhere. Emotionally he is a mess, and probably not ready for anything physical, normal or not.

	Sam shivers as well. She understands... She really does... She was there a few years ago, though it was a bit of the reverse as her body was developing as boy's should and it was just completely wrong to her, especially with how her penis kept popping up at every little thing and refusing to go down till she paid attention to it. Its why the first thing she practically begged Miss Nightfang for was to remove its ability to get erect. She mutters a please. She wants to feel Michelle close to her and she licks her lips but shakes her head. and mutters "Go..." Knowing its wrong and trying not to sound disappointed in both herself wanting it and in Mitch for not wanting it. 

	Mitchel's ears flick forward at that and without thinking, he pulls Sam into a tight hug holding her against himself and pressing his cheek to her neck. He doesn't hold it long, afraid that things will get too awkward, and afterwards he carefully slips out and stands outside the booth, panting for breath.

	Sam hugs back not thinking to try and stop him, since he's likely still fully aroused after her little show. She whimpers an rubs the tip of her little cock a bit before standing up and dressing in the outfit Mitch picked out.

	Mitchel seeks out Miss Nightfang while Sam is trying on the outfit. He finds her standing not too far from the dressing room Downy was in earlier and asks her quietly, "Can I talk to you in private for a bit?" He is clearly looking a little... excited, having to keep a paw over his skirt to keep his dick from escaping from the waistband.

	Miss Nightfang looks down to the little otter. "Sure." She replies softly and ushers him into a nearby dressing room, as they are the easiest place for privacy in the store.

	Mitchel fidgets a bit, trying to compose himself for this conversation. "So... your daughter said that Sam was supposed to have graduated near now, if not for what I said and did..."

	Miss Nightfang nods softly "That is right. Your little outburst set Sam's confidence in her ability to pass as a girl back by at least three or four months. The only reason she agreed to come on this trip was for you." She says, as that might explain why Sam was wearing much more masculine looking clothes for this trip.

	Mitchel nods slowly, "You are going to make her a real girl on graduation, aren't you? Like... anatomically. Down there..." He asks, swallowing a bit nervously.

	Miss Nightfang nods "Yes. As I explained previously she needs spend so long living as a girl before she can be one, so that those in other fields are completely sure that she wants it and is not just a spur of the moment type thing. I don't think many of those people have ever meaningfully interacted with girls like Sam. 

	Mitchel nods again, then takes a deep breath, "I... I want my first time... having sex... to be with a real... anatomically real, girl. As a man... just once, you know? And the longer I am in your care, the less likely that becomes. So I wanted to ask... to buy Sam's graduation gift for her... kinda. To make a trade. If you let her become a real girl physically, and let us give each other our virginities... I'll promise to..." he swallows and hangs his head, looking away a bit from how much it pains him to say this, "I'll give up on ever being a guy again."

	Miss Nightfang hmms softly as she seems to think this over. "I had expected your virginity to be given to dear Francis." She muses softly. "He's been avoiding you recently partly because I tied his arousal to yours, that was the punishment that went along with the reward he gave up. The longer you go without getting off the more pent up he finds himself as well. Of course that was meant to help you grow closer to help preserve each other's sanity when aroused." She says, as she explains some level of her plans to Mitch, though she's not rejected the offer just yet. 

	Mitchel shrugs and sighs, "I'm not gay... I like Francis, but I don't like him like that..." at least not yet.

	The bat smiles softly, "Ah, but what is gay about it?  You've got penis, he's got a vagina. That's the straight way to do it after all." She giggles musically

	Mitchel looks up at Miss Nightfang with seriousness in his eyes, "I'm still a guy. In my head I'm still a guy... and so is he."

	Miss Nightfang grins softly. "But not for much longer, Michelle. I want to ask you. Are you SURE you want to make this deal? Are SURE you want any and all consequences, good or bad, that will come from it completely blind?" She says remembering the look he gave her last week when she refused to tell him any of them to prevent him from feeling manipulated.

	Mitchel thinks about that for a moment, clearly giving it thought. "No, I'm not sure... I'm only sure of one thing... you said I have a chance to get my balls back in two years, but even if I fight you the whole way, in two years I will be dead. Everything I think of as me will be gone. I hurt Sam, and yet she still likes me... she still wants me..." he trembles a bit as he says this, clearly on emotional edge, "I have to do something to make up for what I did..."

	Miss Nightfang nods softly and smiles "My, such maturity you are showing. I completely respect that." She says and for the first time since at least his first day Mitch feels she means absolutely what she says. She extends her hand as she looks at him with her sexy deep purple eyes, so strong and alluring, but the air around Mitchel makes him feel like he might be selling his soul to the devil for this deal. "Then lets shake on it." 

	Mitch winces at he takes her hand. Feeling a jolt, almost like a static shock. He rubs his hand  afterwards, unsure wither it means anything or is  just for show remains to be seen, but manages a weak smile.

	"The deal will not be completely finalized until after you and Sam have given up your virginities. Once that happens there will be NO going back on this deal. I've also unlocked the part of your mind that controls orgasm for about half hour or until you orgasm. Whichever comes first. Now I need to tend to Sam. You may wait or you can come and watch." She says as she gets up and exits the dressing room.

	Mitchel frowns a bit at that, "I was kinda hoping I wouldn't be able to cum still... at least for a while..." the boy apparently afraid that as hyped up as he is, he will have trouble with premature ejaculation.

	"The deal was you wanted to experience sex as a male, just once. This is part of what young males go through on their first time." She states with a sly grin.

	Mitchel sighs, "Yah..."

	"Look on the bright side, if it goes off before its time the Contract might be nullified." She grins, letting the boy have the double edged sword to play with before going off to the casual clothes section to find Sam leaving Mitchel to wait in Swimwear unless he tags along.

	Mitchel follows behind the headmistress, but isn't sure how this is going to turn out; so he gets close enough to listen, but not close enough to be a bother. Miss Nightfang taps Sam on the shoulder and tells her she wants to speak with her privately, and the pair head to the same dressing room that Sam and Mitch used just a few moments ago. Listening in Mitchel can hear as Miss Nightfang tells Sam exactly what he proposed to her and why. Sam actually tries to reason with the headmistress to refuse the deal, shockingly enough; She's not sure if she wants to be a real girl if it means breaking Michelle's spirit.  Mitchel leans against the wall and sighs, not sure if that means that Sam really does care for him, or if that means that he lost his chance with her.

	As the conversation continues Miss Nightfang explains that Michelle realizes that fighting this all the way is just going to metaphorically kill her and that Mitchel, using the boy’s real name for once, wants to face that 'death' like a man rather than running from it and just dying tired. But that more so, that he wants this to make up for having pushed back her graduation. Sam is quiet for a momentum as no words are said. After what feels like forever to the young otter, Sam replies. "Alright, let's do it then." 

	Knowing that Mitchel is listening in at the door, Miss Nightfang speaks up so that he knows she is address him “Do you wish to watch the change?” She asks before turning to Sam. “Please strip, Samantha.”

	Mitchel says softly, "That's up to Sam..."

	Sam giggles "Get in here already, dummy." She teases, "How often will you get to see something like this?" At that Mitchel slips in the door and closes it behind him.

	Miss Nightfang locks the door behind Mitchel as he enters. Sam is once more nude in front of his as she sits on the bench with her legs spread wide. The headmistress smiles to Mitch an lets him get a good view as the changing room starts to darken, soon what should be a fairly cramped little room has blossomed out allowing all three much more space to work in. 

	"If you would Michelle, please rub your hand along Sam's sheath. I've decided since this is your deal, you will be the catalyst. So think of it as you yourself giving her her graduation gift." Miss Nightfang says with a bright smile.

	Mitchel nods and takes a deep breath as he approaches Sam. He has never touched another guy's junk on purpose before and even though most of him thinks of Sam as a girl, it still takes a marshaling of willpower to reach out and brush his fingers across the mouse's soft furred sheath. He finds that its very soft and silky like the rest of her body that he felt earlier. As he strokes along it, he feels another static shock like jolt pass from his hand into Sam.  
	Sam moans pleasantly and closes her eyes, as the feel of the jolt entering her body. As he continues to strokes he blinks as he begins to notice her balls starting to retract into her body leaving her scrotum empty and wrinkly.  Mitchel looks to Selene to make sure things are going as they should and then quickly back to Sam, not sure this is something he wants to miss. His paw continues to gently stroke, the boy not sure what else to do.

	Miss Nightfang nods to Mitch when he looks to her. “The Zap I gave you earlier not only unlocked your mind, but also gave you a onetime gender change spell. If you hadn't joined us, I would have done it myself, and the 'spell charge' would have faded. I felt it was more symbolic if you actually gave Sam the gift.” She explains to the boy as he continues to stroke the girl‘s sheath causing Sam to moans softly. The fur on her empty sack now retracting as the wrinkly folds look more like the outer folds of a vagina. From what Mitchel recalls of his encounter with Selene on that first day. 

	Mitchel watches in silent fascination as the color of the folds start to darken from the soft pinkish-peach flesh tone to a much darker shade of pink. While the skin is starting to change color, a similar change occurs in her sheath with the fur retracting and the color changing as well. It also begins to react, leaving her cock to flop down a bit in full view for the first time in several years. Its color fading from the bright crimson it is to lighter pinkish red like the rest of the parts around it. It doesn't stay in view for too long as the body start to absorb it as causing it to shrink into her. Mitchel looks up into Sam's eyes, his hand not moving away from her body as he continues to gently stroke the changing skin, a soft smile on his lips. 

	Sam's eyes are mostly closed as she seems to be in a state of pure bliss, the transformation feeling rather erotic to her. When the former cock retracts far enough, a slit can be seen forming in her former scrotum, as well as the feel of her juices as the folds begin to slicken over in arousal from both Mitch’s rubbing and the fact she was already worked up before this. 

	Mitchel doesn't stop stroking Sam until the change is clearly and obviously done, though as she starts to moisten his fingers quiver a little. Sam moans softly as she rocks her hips against his hand. The area around her sex looking like it's starting to inflate some, swelling in arousal for the first time. The tip of her cock seals up as her urethra is absorbed and redirected, before dwindling down to a tiny nub just barely pressing out from the hood that used to be her sheath. The slit widens a bit, and soon Mitchel finds that he can press inwards towards the lusciously warm depth, letting his index and middle finger slowly slip inside. The magic fades as the change completes, as Mitchel feel Sam’s new pussy grasp around his fingers almost as if given them a hug as the muscles flex in arousal. 

	Mitchel's fingers linger for a moment longer, then he lifts his hand away, looking to Sam's face first, then to Miss Nightfang. Sam gasps and moans softly, giving a pleasure whimper as she feels the boy’s hand pulling away, his fingers coated in her slick juices. Miss Nightfang simply smiles to him. "Good job Michelle." She praises him genuinely Mitchel nods slowly, then looks to Sam and smiles softly again.

	"I think I shall leave you two alone now so that you can 'finalize' the Deal." Miss Nightfang purrs before exiting the changing room, leaving Mitchel alone with the aroused, and now genetic girl, Samantha. 

	Sam smiles and blushes softly to him as she sits up a bit, her legs still spread showing off her new treasure, as a pool of her juices forming on the bench. "S-So um... how should we do this, Mitch?" She asks, deciding to call him by his real name until this is over.

	Mitchel shrugs a bit, "I don't know... it's my first time..." he says before he slowly strips out of his clothing, standing naked before Sam for the first time since the first time they met. Only this time, his body is a little softer from hormones, and his sheath and inner thighs are still dark skinned; the fur having grown back only enough to stop itching, but not yet enough to look as lush as the rest of his pelt. Then of course, there is the distinct lack of balls under his currently straining erection.

	Sam smiles and pulls him closer with her tail like before, She gently strokes that emptiness, "Well that’s true for both of us... Well I've only ever had anal before..." She blushes. "This is  going to be totally different." She says and kisses him softly

	Mitchel shivers some at the stroking where his balls used to be as it actually feels rather pleasant and sensitive, in a good way. He nods, and wishes again that they were in a bedroom instead of a changing room for this. He leans over and kisses Sam on the lips, timidly at first, then more forcefully, figuring that if this is his last chance at being a guy, he might as well go all out. As if on cue the darkened roomed seems to alter around them according to their needs, as such it balloons out further and the bench they are on suddenly shifts into a full sized bed. 

	Sam blushes and kisses back deeply, letting her tongue explore his mouth as she presses into him as she lays beneath him on the newly formed bed. 

	Mitchel knows that Sam is aroused more than enough for this, and he knows that he is primed far more than that, but he forces himself to take it slow; holding the kiss for a long while before letting his paws start to roam her body, really exploring her curves and couture. He starts to kiss his way down her neck, collar bone, and sternum, nuzzling at one of her breasts before suckling at a nipple.

	Sam both moans happily and whimpers in frustration at Mitchel being intent on foreplay. This is after all the only time he's going to experience it on the male side of things, so she tries to keep calm enough and not just flip him over and ride him raw. She moans deeper as she arches her back, letting her breasts push against his muzzle as when he begins to suckle. Her hands caressing over his body idly, as she tries to temper her urges a bit.

	Mitchel spends a good ten minutes suckling and nibbling on Sam's nipples and breasts before sinking lower to lick at her bellybutton, then lower still to press his muzzle to her sex. Part of him is really afraid that he won't be able to satisfy her with his dick, so he is intent on giving her at least one orgasm before they even begin having sex. He kisses her sex several times, then starts to lick at her juices and dig gently with his tongue. He doesn't have experience here other than what happened with Miss Nightfang, but he is eager to please her all the same.

	Sam churrs as she presses into Mitchel and moans deeply.  Her hands reach down to grab his head and holds it between her legs as his muzzles as it finds her new sex. She shudders in pleasure while writhing in pleasure from Mitchel’s eager attention to her new sex as it dampens quickly. It likely won't take much to get her gushing with how built up she's been.

	Mitchel works towards just that, listening to the sounds she makes, and watching the way she moves, to try to figure out what feels best, and focus on those things. He is eager to make her cum, and cum hard, he wants this first time for her to be special.

	Sam clenches her eyes in pleasure, her hips rocking against Mitch's muzzle as he starts to find her sweet spots, it being the first time she's discovers them as well. Her pussy clenches tightly around his tongue as her orgasms draws nearer. "O-oh yes Mitchel.. I-I'm so close..." She churrs sweetly.

	Mitchel doesn't stop or slow, doing his best to send her over the edge into her first girl-climax. 

	Sam's toes curl as her first 'real' orgasm hits like an explosion rather than the few weak shots she‘s been used to. Her sex spasms around the boy’s tongue as some of her juices spurt from her folds and against his muzzle while the rest gush around it.

	Mitchel keeps up the licking and nuzzling, licking up those juices as he tries to keep her cumming, then after she has started to come down from it. 

	"O-Oh god... Mitch... Oh you really don’t know w-what your missing..." She churrs blissfully as she cums more powerfully and grandly than ever before, the pleasure washing over her body like a strong wave. It's almost absurd how different it is then what she's been used to. Boys defiantly got the short end of the stick when it comes to pleasure in her mind. As she comes down from her first orgasms she kisses him back passionately, her own flame having died down from the raging inferno it was, but not fully extinguished just yet. 

	As Mitchel starts to slide up Sam’s body she pulls Mitchel up and closer to her. The boy soon finding himself against her breasts as press flat against his mostly firm chest. Mitchel kisses her on the lips again as he presses his tip to her new entrance, making the girl moan into the kiss as she feels his tip starting to pierce her folds. 

	Mitchel shivers at the first sensations of pussy against his dick, looking to Sam and taking a deep breath before starting to slide into her, not knowing if she will have a hymen or not due to the magic,  nor even knowing what to expect sensation wise. Let's face it, boys usually suck at describing what sex usually feels like to each other.

	It doesn’t take long for him to realize that Sam indeed has a hymen as he presses up against a blockage inside of her. Mitch gets the feeling in the back of his skull as his cock presses against it that this is it, there is no going back after popping it. Sam smiles sweetly up to his as she strokes her hands down the boy’s back and over his thick tail.

	Mitchel takes several deep breaths, closing his eyes as he marshals his courage, as this seals his fate... but then, his mom and Miss Nightfang had already made the decisions, all he was doing was avoiding dragging it out. He kisses Sam hard on the lips and then gives a firm shove of his hips, driving himself into her. While things were already decided, before this there was always a slim chance, a hope that Mitch could find some way out, but now as he drives into Sam causing her to cry out a bit in pain, he feels the warm rush of her blood tricking down his cock, his fate is indeed sealed. Any possibility, even as dim as it was, to still be a boy are now forever barred from him. Mitchel holds still until Sam relaxes after losing her cherry, panting for breath as he tries to control himself.

	Sam relaxes fairly quickly "Please finish," She churrs as Mitchel tries to show restraint. "I wanna feel you orgasm inside of me. I want to know what its fully like to be girl." She coos and rocks her hips against him to thrust him in deeper, as her folds milking his cock wantingly.

	Mitchel nods and starts to thrust, knowing he won't last long; his pace is even at first, but within only a few thrusts he starts to lose his rhythm as his need for orgasm looms.  Before long he slams in one last time and groans out as he starts to spill his lifeless seed into Sam's body, letting her feel the hot surges of his cum flowing inside her.

	Sam moans deeply as she counter-thrusts to keep the boy pressed in as deeply as possible, though it's harder to do when it becomes more erratic. She shivers and moans pleasantly as she feels his  empty seed flowing into her body, and soon she is cumming again, though a much weaker orgasm then her first as she wraps her legs around Mitchel to keep him inside of her.

Mitchel rests his body against her and pants for breath, holding her close and shivering a little as his body settles into the afterglow. 

Sam smiles and kisses him softly "That was very wonderful Mitchel." She says as she tenderly caresses him as she too basks in the afterglow. 

Mitchel smiles and kisses Sam back, then eases himself from her to lay on his side beside her. The now girl smiles back and nuzzles up against Mitchel as he lays besides of her. Mitchel waits for quite a while beside Sam, regaining his energy, then he sits up and starts to get dressed, saying, "We should probably get on with the shopping trip. Thank you Sam." 

Sam nods and stretches some as she had almost forgot they were out clothes shopping. “Yes, I suppose you are right. We can’t lay here all day.” She giggles as she gets up and begins to get dressed as well, though taking a moment to admire her new sex before pulling her panties up.

As the pair finally exit the changing room, it warping back to normal behind them as the door closes, Miss Nightfang smiles and looks to the pair as she asks "So, are we ready to check out?"

	Mitchel nods with a blush and lets Miss Nightfang take charge again. The headmistress leads them up to the register where a Roo girl begins to check them out. As they are checking out Mitchel notices that a lot of the more tomboyish clothes he had picked out are being bought, seeing that it is mostly a mix of what Downy and Sam picked out for him, including the rave pants.  Mitchel frowns at first, then looks at Miss Nightfang and sighs, asking "None of it?" which thankfully has him turned away while the uber-flirty and skimpy swimsuits are rung up. "They were still girl's clothes..."

	Miss Nightfang smiles softly "I kept a few of them. But a girl needs to wear more than items that hide her figure." She says and gestures to the Roo girl that is now ringing up a couple of shirts and pants that  he picked out, but most it is more to the cute and sassy end of things. Other then the Swimsuits, nothing is really over the top girlish or slutty. 

	Mitchel nods slowly, "Okay." He states not fighting back, just asking.

	Miss Nightfang does seem to be rewarding him, by having not put back everything. She tried to keep things as moderate as possible in her choices. But at the same time she's kinda saving the worst of it for their next stop. Once everything is rung up and paid for she has Mitchel and Sam carry it out to her car and place it in the trunk and waits for them to get into the car. 

	Mitchel settles in and buckles up, contemplating his new wardrobe, as Sam leans into him happily, already having all she ever wanted and more, thanks to the otter. The next stop is in a much more high class part of town, a nice little privately owned boutique called 'Vixen's Secret'. Miss Nightfang parks right outside "Alright girls. Next stop before Lunch." She says as she exits the car and leads them into the Lingerie/adult toy store.

	Mitchel steps out of the car and pales a little, his ears wilting before he follows the bat towards the store. Looking around inside he notices the store is well stocked, with all the latest and daintiest fashions, and a girl in her late teens is behind the register, a stick-figure of a girl, due to her breed of dog;  a whippet.

	Miss Nightfang smiles to the girl at the counter here. "Hello there. I was wondering if you could help my two students find something nice, sleek, and sexy. As it's a special occasion for both of them, I felt they needed something to help them really feel comfortable with themselves."

	The whippet, dressed in a pleated black skirt and a tube top in blue, as well as the uniform apron, grins and says, "Sure thing." she takes a measuring tape from her apron and directs both 'girls' towards the changing booths, "We will start with your measurements, go on in and get undressed." she then looks to Miss Nightfang and asks, "How sexy do you want? We have some wonderful designer styles in."

	Mitchel blinks as he is ushered into the changing booth, "Wh.. huh, wait!" he agreed to behave like a girl, not be naked in front of a stranger.

	 Sam giggles softly “Oh settle down, Michelle. It's all part of the experience with these high class stores. They do this to get our measurements to make sure everything fits." She says as she gets undressed.

	"As long as it doesn't cross the line into them looking like sluts, but nothing too conservative either." Miss Nightfang smiles giving a lot of room for the whippet to work in. "Though the Otter, Michelle, I think needs something really special so she can impress her boyfriend." She grins.

	The whippet nods and follows the otter into his chosen dressing room, Miss Nightfang and Sam can hear her telling him, 'Hands down.' followed by some quiet whispers before Mitch can be heard saying, "Isn't anyone in this city normal!?" far too loudly before things go quiet again. Then after a bit of time she finishes measuring him, before stepping into Sam's stall and repeats the procedure, measuring bust, under bust, waist, hips, and inseam. Sam is of course much more helpful and co-operative, been in a very good mood and for once in her life not ashamed of her body.

	"Being measured for clothes IS normal Michelle." Miss Nightfang says, knowing it is very likely not being what the otter is referring to.  At that, the whippet winks at the bat and lifts her skirt enough for Miss Nightfang to see a /very/ large canine bulge in her panties, a full on shemale, apparently. Miss Nightfang smiles softly, She knows the owner so of course she's not surprised by the Whippet's addition, though it looks almost like the girl would have a hard time keeping blood in it and her body from how skinny she looks. 

	What follows is a very embarrassing hour for Mitchel, though quite enjoyable for Sam. Both 'girls' are outfitted with a corset, a week's worth each of thongs, low rise panties, assorted stockings, garter belts, and in Sam's case, bras. Mitchel's favoring chocolate, black, and grays to go well with his fur, and Sam getting white and pastel colors. They are both set up with an assortment of sleepwear, from teddies to knee length night gowns. "We'll have to come back when you start to develop up top Michelle." Miss Nightfang comments as the items are gathered together. 

	Mitch sighs at that but answer with, "Yes Ma'am..." The whippet has to spend a good deal of time with Mitchel, showing him how to wear everything, and how to put on things like stockings, though they can hear her mention the otter's broad feet, "Well, we aren't getting those into a lady-like shoe toe, are we..." Most otters wear sandals for a reason, with webbed toes intended for broad pushing at water.

	"Unfortunately not, unless they are specially made to take in account species..." Miss Nightfang muses.

	"There's nothing wrong with going barefoot..." Mitchel says, he hasn't ever worn shoes or socks, after all. It just means that the stockings will be more for bedroom play and display than daily wear. 

	The whippet lets the two get dressed again as she delivers the items to counter, then asks, "Do they require any... other things?" meaning the back room of course. Likely, the whippet thinks that the girls are the bat’s slaves.

	Miss Nightfang hmms softly as she looks to the pair, and then walks over to the Whippet and starts to whisper into her ear. "Michelle is still all very new to this, I think I would at least like to get her a good dildo to help her be more accepting to being with 'real' guys." 

	The whippet nods and then asks, "Alright, just a little prostate massager, or maybe something a little more... studdly?"

	"Nothing that will rip her in twain, but something that will at least stretch her a bit and give her as much pleasure as possible." 

	The whippet nods and leads her towards the back room, "Alright, do you have any thoughts on species? We have everything from bunny to bull and dog to donkey." In fact there is a whole wall of toys of this nature, ranging from wild translucent gum colored rods to disturbingly life-like looking dongs.

	Miss Nightfang hmms and ponders a bit. "My first instinct would be to see those modeled after Hedgehogs, since that what her boyfriend is." 

	The whippet giggles a little and asks, "Would you want a toy shaped like your own lover? A girl should have something exotic."

	Selene Nightfang grins softly and whispers to the girl about Francis and his gender, and how the pair are trying not to be lovers. To Miss Nightfang its part of gag, And to see the look on both their faces as the sight of it. She doesn’t mention that there is a bit of grander fun in that Michelle will also eventually have Francis' balls. But she does say she's open to other ideas, and trusts the 'professional' in this matter.

	The whippet grins, "Wanna see my favorite?"

	Miss Nightfang nods softly "Sure. Hopefully it's not horse or bull flavored though." She teases, 

	The whippet rolls her eyes a bit as she giggles and picks up a special toy, a sleek black veiny toy that is vaguely canine, but with a fairly small knot, and a broad white plastic base. She gives the base a twist and pulls out a central core, then explains, "It is a combo anal dildo and cock-sleeve."

	"You never know with some girls, I've met some that even make my kinks look normal." She says with a giggle at the eye roll. She looks to the toy as it is shown off to her. "My, very interesting.""

	The whippet smiles, "It's a fun toy, this one should be her size. I have one three sizes up at home."

	Miss Nightfang giggles softly "Alright, add that to the purchases." The whippet nods and hands her an unopened package of it. Miss Nightfang smiles "Thank you so much." She coos and heads back up front to place it with the other things they are buying.

	Mitchel and Sam are both redressed by time Miss Nightfang and the Whippet return to the front of the shop. Mitchel’s face is blushed fairly deep at having tried on so many frilly things. Sam giggles and kisses his cheek softly, making him blush a bit deeper.

	Selene Nightfang smiles to Mitch "Don't worry, Michelle the worst of it is over now."

	Mitchel nods a little, though he highly doubts that. While the shopping was scary, what is worse is facing his new life without fighting it. Selene smiles and once more pays for the clothing, leading the pair outside and back to the car. “Alright, now off to lunch. We will be meeting Downy again there to talk over some future ideas and possible employment.” She says and the trio head off for their final stop of the day; The Intersex café.