EXTRACT FOR
Sissy Feminization - From Alpha Male to Feminized Sissy
(Scarlett Steele)

She thrusts her book onto my desk, over my own book and bends over enough that I can see her young fleshly mounds behind a white lacy bra. The urge to reach out and touch the blouse, the bra, her tits, is overwhelming but I restrain myself. Her long auburn hair spills over one shoulder and smells of strawberries and cream. I'd like to add my cum to the cream. If the rumors are true, the girl has a crush on me and I can so easily take advantage of the situation. 



"I was wondering if you could explain how they came up with these statistics?" She points to the problem on the page discussing the economic stats of the 1970s and how we can learn from it. 



"I can," I say. Before long I am deep into the discussion about it while I pull the hand with my phone in it to my lap. She can't see what I was doing, and I open the phone and pull up the camera app. I simply have to know what kind of panties she wears. Before I lose my nerve I slowly slide my hand far enough to the side to snap a photo of what is under that skirt. She doesn't know I did it, but her brow lifts as she gazes into my eyes. She moves just enough that she could have seen the phone in my hands. I know my face reddens deeply as I shove the phone into my lap. 



Tanya looks at me like I am a weirdo by the time I finish. She gazes at my phone with her brow lifted, squints at me and smiles. "Thank you, Professor. This was most informative," she says. I watch her walk away and I swear she wiggled her hips even more. She takes the seat front and center of my class. I don't have a rule about cell phone usage, but she sure has hers out in a flash. She's a smart student, in her senior year and serious about her studies. She also has a body and she flaunts herself around, parading with those legs and that rack, endlessly teasing. I want her badly.



I make a pit stop after classes again at Unmentionables. I really need to stop coming by so much. The sales clerk probably knows me by name by now. She might inquire about the lucky girl I'm dating and who is receiving all this nice merchandise I keep buying. I'm an idiot. I turn around and leave before I walk through the doors. As much as I love real life shopper because I like to feel and see the stuff, I decide to give online shopping a try to save myself grief later. My fetish brims out of control. I think about culling back the days I go to the gym, you know because the experts say three days of exercise a week is sufficient. That's my story anyway. My muscles won't suffer if I do that. And the rest of the days, well, I can wear whatever the hell I want to wear under my trousers and button-up shirt.



I hop into the tub for a long luxurious bubble bath in strawberry scent. The bubbles soften my skin and make me feel pretty instead of masculine like the manly black bottle of men's shower gel that I normally use. The bubble bath is for special occasions such as this. The hot pink silk shorts fit as nicely as the pastel pink ones. The pastel ones are still my favorite, but these sure feel nice against my hard cock which is always hard and always wanting attention. I recall Tanya's scent, the feel of her silk blouse next to my arm. I can't wait to look at the prize I grabbed.