Ash? Is that you!?

Melissa: Hi there, is Ash around? I wanted to talk to him.

 ???: And you are...?

 Melissa: I'm Melissa, his former housemate. And you?

 Ashley: I'm Ashley. Unfortunately, Ash isn't here right now and I don't think he'll be back anytime soon. But he did mention that you were coming to pick up your things. You can come in and get them if you'd like.

 Melissa: Oh, so you're his new girlfriend, right? He's been acting strangely lately, but I had a feeling there was something going on. You know, woman's intuition. And now, seeing you here, it all makes sense. *wink*

 Ashley: ...

 Melissa: How long have you two been together? I don't understand why he kept it a secret from me. It's just a girlfriend, not something to hide. He made it seem like he was being unfaithful, even though we weren't in a relationship. We were just housemate after all.

 Ashley: ...

 Melissa: Anyway, I decided to move out recently so he could have more privacy.

 Ashley: Thank you, Mel. But you didn't have to do that. The truth is, I don't actually have a girlfriend. It's just... well, I wasn't ready to tell you yet...

 Melissa: Wait, what did you say!? ...Ash? Is that you!? Oh my goodness, what has happened to you? You're wearing women's clothing with makeup!

 Ashley: It's a complicated situation, Mel. I recently discovered out that one of my professors at the university is a dominatrix mistress. I was intrigued and approached her to become her apprentice, hoping to learn from her vast experience.

 Melissa: Oh my goodness! Was this her idea for you to dress like this... to feminize you?

 Ashley: No, it's not exactly like that. I chose to dress and present myself this way voluntarily. She agreed to mentor me, but only if I adopted the role of a woman, learning how to become a mistress. Apparently, it would be inappropriate for her to train me as a submissive since I am still her student. Instead, she wanted to teach me the art of domination, akin to a teacher-student dynamic. That's why I've been dressing like this, as a woman.

 Melissa: Is that why you've been so secretive lately?

 Ashley: Uh... yeah… because I've been wearing women's clothing and lingerie in private, similar to what you might wear as a girl. It's embarrassing to admit, and I’ve been afraid you would think of me as a pervert if you found out. So, I've kept it hidden from you...

 Melissa: Oh my goodness!! How does it feel to dress up and present yourself as a girl? Are you enjoying it? You look absolutely stunning and alluring in this outfit! I almost didn't recognize you, you pull off the look so well!

 Ashley: Yeah, I actually enjoy it quite a lot. I've been going out frequently—Mistress' orders—dressing like this in public. She says it's part of the training to become a Mistress. Anyway, now that I've told you everything... now that you know... are you still planning to move out? Could you please stay? I don't think I'm ready to share all of this with a stranger or a new housemate.

 Melissa: Of course, sweetie! I'll be happy to stay and keep your secret now that I know everything. Plus, it'll be fun having a new "girl" friend around **giggles**

 Ashley: Thank you, Mel~

 Melissa: Oh, by the way, your outfit is so provocative and sexy, Ash!! Shame on you!br />
 Ashley: Haha, well I don't really have a choice, Mel. This is the style and feminine persona that my Mistress wants me to embrace.br />

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