Adventures of Shemale Sandra Part 2

Nope, she was in high spirits that day. So much so that even the dread of the upcoming clean-up didn't hold her down. In mere moments, she had thrown off her nightie and walked to the nearby bathroom. There, some tissue was used to clean off the shiny matter from her belly and crotch, and, not longer after, the shower started up. Sandra stepped in.

It felt good to be clean, she decided with a sigh. But she knew that it wouldn't last for long. After some tidying up and and a few errands, the buxom shemale had plans for another night of fun and adventure. And getting dirty was but a requirement as far as she was concerned. Although perhaps she didn't quite expect what she got.

Her adventure started in the library of all places, where she was picking up some books for a report due Monday. It was the public library, of course, as she loathed the one tied in with her school(encounters with people there almost always met with unpleasant results, as rumors about her had spread, and she was even looked down upon by most teachers who, at one point, she had awkwardly told the details of her changes to) Her intent was to be expedient but, by an odd twist of fate, she stumbled into just the type of person she was here to avoid -- a fellow student.

He didn't seem the boisterous type, nor even the socially conscious type, but a nagging suspicion told her that he might be the nerdy conformer type; a type that wouldn't hesitate to single her out for what she is, assuming they knew. But Sandra resigned that he WAS in her way, and that she DID have to get the books for her report, so she went ahead and braved it by approaching the aisle he was on.

Timothy Landry was what he was known by, to the people who could be bothered to care. His collection of non-fiction books was rivaled only by the amount of girls he'd secretly admired, but had never made a move on in high school. He'd cursed himself for this social anxienty, in private, and in private, he'd vowed self-rehabilitation for it. Yet, in private, he still lived. And he desperately wanted that to change.