Feminizing an Old University Friend
Pamela Harlow, Kylie Gable

‘Got to make a call,’ I tell her. She laughs loudly, already tipsy on Prosecco, and throws her head back.
‘Oh my God,’ she says, ‘Is it Leona? Ha ha ha!’
I giggle with her, but quickly straighten myself out.
‘It is,’ I say, ‘Now, shh! I need to sound serious.’
‘Hello, mistress. I’m in the shopping centre.’
‘Good,’ I say, with a stern, straight tone. ‘I want you to go into a dress shop – whichever one is closest to you – and ask if they have anything red and busty.’
Jen bursts out laughing, I slap her.
‘I want you to ask them that, then ask if you can try it on. Send me a picture of you in the dressing room.’
‘OK, mistress,’ he says quietly.
‘Pardon?’ I say. It’s obvious he’s embarrassed around company, even the company of strangers.
‘OK, mistress,’ he repeats, still softly but with more clarity.
‘Are you in the dress shop?’ I ask.
‘Not yet. Nearly,’ he says.
‘OK, do you have your earpiece?’
‘Yes, I’m talking on it now, mistress.’
‘Good. Follow my instructions.’