I arrived at Miss Snell's house at 5.58pm the following evening. She answered the door before I even had chance to knock and led me straight into her living room. I sat down on the sofa and noticed that the blinds were drawn.

Miss Snell was a woman in her mid-late twenties and was the crush of all of us schoolboys. She had raven black hair that she usually wore in a ponytail, and an incredible figure. Today, she was wearing charcoal grey leggings and a loose-fitting sleeveless white t-shirt (under which she was wearing a black bra). Teaching P.E., she would often wear tight leggings that would accentuate the delicious contours of her behind. Sometimes her leggings were so tight, you could trace the outline of her knickers, which would drive all of us boys wild. Many of us longed to be in the girls' class just so we had more time to admire her figure.

Now, I was being given just that chance, but not in the way that I had previously imagined. She took a seat on the sofa beside me and laid out her plan.

"I've been thinking this through, and I know we can make it work. Firstly, I need you to go into my bathroom upstairs, and shave so you're completely smooth all over. Everything you need is already laid out on the bathroom sink, and I've already run you a bath. When you're done, dry off and give me a bell".

This was all happening so fast, but I felt so much in a trance that I did as she'd asked without absolutely no hesitation. Within 15 minutes, I was smooth all over as requested and called for Miss Snell, who told me to make my way back down to the living room. I wrapped a towel around me and did just that.

I entered the living room and was instructed to stand in front of her.

"Now, this next part may seem pretty strange, but it's absolutely necessary and the sooner we get over the inherent awkwardness of it all we can begin making progress. Drop your towel, sweetheart."

Although stunned, I did as she requested. I was now standing completely naked in front of my school's incredibly fit P.E. teacher.

"Right, now I need you to put this on. It's called a gaff and it will keep your *ahem* male bits from making any unwanted appearances".

I put on the gaff. Although an unusual sensation, I can't say it was unpleasant.

"Good. Now, as I'm sure you can imagine, if we're going to make you look like a girl, you'll both need to dress and act like one too. Your dimensions were on the school database from your medical last month. I believe you'll be a small in terms of most women's clothing, including knickers. Obviously your bra size was more guess work, but I reckon a 32B will fit you." At this moment, she produced a plain white thong and a white sports bra. "Put them on sweetie".

I stepped first into the knickers and wriggled them up my legs. I tried not to let on, but the whole experience was starting to become a thrill. I then slipped the sports bra over my head and into place over my chest.

"Now, girls your age will have breasts and we don't want you looking out of place. So, I'll need you to wear these." Hereupon Miss Snell produced a pair of breast forms. "Hold your bra up a second, sweetie, and I will attach these. They have a special adhesive that will keep them in place until we need to detach them". Once in position, she held them firm against my chest for around 10 seconds before letting go. When she did release her grip, I was left with a new pair of boobies.

"Pull your bra back down, sweetie. Cool, now for some outerwear. Put on these leggings. We won't worry about a top for now, your bra will suffice."

The leggings were bright pink, the most feminine colour imaginable. I put them on as instructed and was led to a mirror. The reflection I could see projected that of a young woman, somewhat athletic, with noticeable boobage and a rounded backside. The only problem was my face, which was still my usual male one.

To correct this, Miss Snell led me to her bedroom and had me sit by her vanity table. She proceeded to put God knows what make-up on me, including a shade of nude lipstick. Then the final piece of the puzzle came: a wig. She placed over my head a shoulder-length brown wig and began fixing it into a high ponytail. When she was finished, she showed me to the mirror again, and what looked back was the image of an attractive 18-year-old girl dressed ready for exercise.

She led me back to the living room, saying she had some final things to discuss. "Firstly, you look amazing Toby, or rather, Tabitha, as I'll now call you when you're 'en femme'. I don't think we'll have any trouble convincing others you're a girl, you look so feminine and being 5 foot 5 helps with that. However, I do have one final question for you sweetheart, and please be honest with me..."

I spoke for what must have been the first time in at least an hour, "what's that?"

"All this time I've had you shaving your legs, donning women's clothing, doing your make up, styling your hair, and you haven't once shown any sign of restraint or anguish or regret. Tabitha, are you enjoying being made into a girl?"

Coyly, I replied, "Yes, Miss Snell. This is actually a bit of a dream come true."