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Turning The Professor Into A Crossdressing, Sissified and Feminized Pet
(Scarlett Steele)

Back in my jockeys and trousers and button up shirt in front of my class on Monday morning. Tanya Reedy walks in wearing a black mini skirt and a white silk blouse. The instant erection forces me to stay put in my seat instead of walking around like I normally like to do. I pull out a book and my phone acting as if I am busy doing something besides hiding the bulge in my pants. I'm really not the perverted bad teacher. I don't want that for a reputation. Tanya spies me watching her cute little ass walk by. She smiles and comes up to my desk, dammit. Her scent intoxicates me. I want to throw her down and rub my cock all over her skirted silk covered body. She brushes against my arm; the silkiness of the blouse drove me crazy. It's all I can to do maintain my composure. I smile at her as I glance down at her black skirt. My mind goes to what's under it and I want to know what kind of underwear she's wearing.



"What can I do for you, Miss Reedy," I ask in my calm and collected professor tone.



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.