My sissy alter-ego, Tiffany, desperately wanted to go back to the motel where she'd been made to do such humiliating things. But would the same lady be there?
When I got to my room I saw that the clothes on the bed weren't mine. Judging by the cropped white blouse and very short plaid skirt they looked to be those of a slutty college girl. With them was a note –
The Headmistress expects Tiffany in Room 7 for her detention.
My heart jumped for joy. She was still here, and she wanted to play.