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Date: Mon, 21 Jun 1999 22:23:32 +0000
From: Kozmik Alaska
Subject: Student Teacher Relations
This transgender story contains adult themes dealing with female to
male crossdressing. Its got naughty language and naughty bits, too. If
you are too young to read such a story, if you are offended by such
themes, or if its illegal to read this where you are, then don't read
any further.
On the other hand, if you like it, if girls in guy's clothes turn you
on, then let me know! Cause thats what I like too!
This original story is Copyright 1999 by Kozmik Alaska
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Student - Teacher Relations
By Kozmik Alaska
Life at Halliwell Girls School was different for Traci Lyons. Halliwell was
a quiet school, in a quiet valley tucked in the central part of the state.
For a girl from San Francisco, who had seen a lot, and done a lot, it meant
a whole new life. She was away from home for the first time ever. She
finally could just be herself, and not be bothered by anyone. Her secrets
were safe at Halliwell. This didn't, however, mean that she didn't get into
trouble. The note that Traci found in her campus mailbox indicated that
trouble was about to find her again.
It was a note from the dean of the school, Ms. Paget. 'Uh-oh,' thought
Traci, 'not Paget! She's a bitch.' The note instructed Traci to report to
Ms. Paget's office at 5PM sharp. It had a 'to-the-point' tone that meant
that trouble was brewing.
At 5PM sharp Traci knocked on the door to Ms Paget's office. Ms. Paget
opened the door and asked to enter. Traci walked into the office, her
stomach filled with butterflies. She approached the chair in front of Ms.
Paget's imposing oak desk.
'Remain standing, Miss Lyons', Ms. Paget sharply ordered.
'Oops! That can't be a good omen', Traci thought.
'Miss Lyons, there is a rumor going around campus that you are involved in
a sexual perversion. I intend to get to the bottom of this rumor. Do you
understand, Miss Lyons?'
Ms. Paget's tone was as hard as nails.
Traci stuttered, 'A s-s-sexual p-p-perversion, Ms. Paget. N-n-n-ot Me.'
'There's no use in lying to me, Miss Lyons. I have evidence'
'Oh, no, no, no, not me, Ms. Paget. I'm not a pervert'
'I'm not so sure about that. Rumor has it, Miss Lyon's, that you wear boy's
underwear.'
Traci felt her mouth go dry. 'Oh, no, no, no, no, not me Ms. Paget. I
wouldn't never, never wear boy's underwear.'
'Don't you dare lie to me Miss Lyons. I do have the evidence'
With that, Ms Paget pulled a pair of boy's white Fruit of the Loom briefs
out of her desk. 'Do these look familiar Miss Lyons? After all they are
yours, aren't they. I found them in your locker'
Traci felt all the blood drain from her face as she faced her worst
nightmare. She was knicked and needed a quick out. I'll deny everything,
Traci thought. Paget will never be able to prove that I wear boy's
underwear, unless
Stubbornly Traci said, 'I've never seen those before in my life. Those
aren't mine, I'd never ever wear boy's underwear'
Ms. Paget then took the boy's underwear and pulled them over Traci's head,
saying, 'Perhaps you need to take a closer look then. Do they look familiar
now?'
Traci stood there, nervously looking out the leg hole of the briefs. She
wanted the floor to swallow her up.
'In fact, ' Ms Paget said, 'I'll bet you have boy's underwear on now!'
Ms Paget pulled the briefs off of Traci's head. 'Miss Lyons, remove your
skirt immediately' she ordered.
Defiantly Traci shouted 'No!'. Ms Paget repeated her order 'I said, remove
your skirt Miss Lyons, now, or I'll remove it for you!'
Traci turned to run from the room, but Ms Paget was quicker. As Traci
struggled, Ms Paget undid the button on the side of her plaid skirt, and
yanked down the zipper. The skirt fell to the floor revealing all. Traci
stood there in her white blouse, the incredible whiteness of the boy's
Fruit of the Loom briefs she was wearing revealing her secret to the world.
Traci dared not move as Ms Paget then removed her blouse. Ms Paget
inspected the sight in front of her, a college girl clad only in a bra and
a pair of boy's briefs.
'Care to deny the evidence now, Miss Lyons,' asked Ms Paget.
Traci mumbled a few words, 'Well, I like them.'
'I see,' said Ms Paget. 'Model them for me. Go on now, turn around.'
Traci turned for her teacher, as Ms Paget carefully adjusted the seams of
the boy's briefs on her legs.
'There,' said Ms Paget, 'very nice, very nice indeed'
Traci felt a wetness in her crotch as her clit hardened to attention.
'Do you wear a jockstrap in Phys Ed class, too, Miss Lyons', asked Ms Paget.
This time Traci wasn't lying when she answered no. She had never worn a
jockstrap before.
'Then I think its time you started. Take off your briefs.'
Ms Paget reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a Bike jockstrap as
Traci removed her boy's underwear.
Ms Paget offered, 'Here, I'll help you with it.' Traci noticed that Ms
Paget's tone had softened a bit.
Ms Paget held out the jockstrap, and instructed her. 'First lets get rid of
that bra'
Traci felt her nipples harden as she slipped off her bra freeing up her
A-cup sized titties.
'Now put one leg in here, and then the other. Now pull your jock up to your
crotch. That's a good boy, er girl'
After Traci pulled the jockstrap up her legs, Ms Paget carefully adjusted
the waistband on her hips and the pouch over her pussy. 'The important
about wearing a jockstrap, Traci, is to wear it just as a boy would.'
As Ms Paget fussed about adjusting the girl's jockstrap for the right look
and feel, Traci thought she noticed a flash of white as the slit on the
side of Ms Paget's skirt flapped open.
'No, it couldn't be', she thought.
Traci grabbed the front of Ms Paget's skirt and pulled it aside. 'Ah ha, so
you wear boy's underwear, too! Now its your turn to strip!' she exclaimed.
'With pleasure' Ms Paget giggled. In a flash she shed her skirt, blouse and
bra. Her nipples promptly came to attention as she stood in front of her
student in a pair of white men's jockey shorts. A wet spot on the crotch of
her jockey shorts developed as she felt her juices begin to flow.
As Ms Paget lightly kissed Traci breasts and began sucking on her nipples,
she ran a finger along the girl's slit, feeling it through the pouch of her
jockstrap. Then she slowly began massaging her clit, the rough fabric of
the girl's jockstrap pouch. Traci softly moaned.
Reciprocating, Traci ran her fingers along the seams of the fly of Ms
Paget's Jockey shorts. She then bent down and ran her tongue along her
teacher's pussy lips, which were now well outlined through the thin cotton
fabric of her boy's underwear. Playfully she munched at her pussy through
the fabric, leaving makeup stains in the crotch of her teacher's jockey
shorts. By now Traci's jockstrap was wet with the juice of her own pussy.
'Wait', said Ms Paget, 'I have something for us'. Again she reached into
her desk drawer and this time pulled out a double-headed dildo. She pulled
open the fly of her jockey shorts, and inserted one end of the dildo into
her slick, wet hole. The other end protruded proudly from the fly as she
walked toward Traci.
Traci lay down on the desk and let her legs dangle over the edge. She
pulled the pouch of her jockstrap forward, allowing Ms. Paget's erection to
slide into her. The two synchronized their movements into a series of long
deep strokes as the double-headed dildo slipped in and out of their slick
pussies. As it did, the added friction of the fabric of the women's male
underwear massaged against their now erect clits.
As the heat and friction increased, both women moaned to orgasm. Traci's
jockstrap was soaked with a mixture of her juices and those of Ms Paget.
As they both took in the afterglow, Traci couldn't help but think that this
wasn't such a bad day after all.