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Switch World: Paradise 2 The sequel to my other Switch Worlds story, this one travels with our dear Robert while he tries to use the changes he experienced due to his injury. Also does a few extras and my thoughts on the world and how it works. So please enjoy. To be honest Robert always thought about what the Institute for Mental Hygiene was there for. He had no clue how his world had changed or been created. After all he now had the knowledge that there were other realities, but he would never know about any companies that came here or run into those people. Well probably not. There is one thing though that he was sure about, and that was how different people saw different things. He decided that he wanted to learn more about it. After all it was rather strange that Robert hadn't been sent to the Institute yet. When you watched the news it seemed like any glimmer of difference in a male, and he would be sent to there. A Senator's wife had thought that his husband might want to change her opinion on a certain bill, and he'd be sent to the Institute. One had wanted to wear a pair of pants to a function, and had been sent to the Institute. He'd even seen someone sent to the Institute because they talked in their sleep about disagreeing with his husband on how the children should be raised. Yet Robert wasn't being sent there and he'd even challenged a female. Sure it had been with a little support and he'd been very respectful about it. But, still. As he checked online with Jennifer's computer, he saw that there was a pattern. It seemed that over 75% of the people reported to the clinic were from people of a "respectable class." He even found a few theories on it. It seemed that if you were apart of the working class you considered the Institute somewhat of a joke. If your male happened to be a little headstrong, well that didn't matter that much. The Institute created perfect little wives, and they couldn't afford that. Even today they needed both spouses working, and a changed person was worthless for making any real kind of living. So they rarely ever sent their wives and sons to be changed. With the others it seemed that the middle class tried to keep their wives and sons under control in their own way. While they did send some, there was nervousness about sending them to the Institute. He'd noticed sometimes that Jennifer looked worried whenever he surprised her. That was something he wasn't happy about. He didn't want her suffering for his sake. The smell of the salmon wafted to his nose, his skirt twirling while he went to check on the oven. They'd had a rather good deal with it at the grocery store. Robert loved to find deals that would allow them a little glimmer of a better life. Jennifer was currently going to school for her professorship. She had a rather good mentor that would probably get her a job. At the same time, Robert had already gone through his schooling to teach males. And finding a job for it had become rather obnoxious. His good mood from finding the nice deal was becoming hard to keep. After all they always wondered why he didn't get a normal job for secretary or something that a man who was obviously going to be married to a successful woman should be. Teachers were supposed to be old maids, ugly males who wouldn't find a female to take care of him. Robert remembered how they'd looked at his breasts. They'd swollen because of the secretary showing off his new baby. A button on his blouse had even popped. He'd felt embarrassed about their eyes before. Now he felt slightly annoyed, and even a little dirty. If he'd gotten on his knees would they have given him a job? The very thought of that made him annoyed again. And he hated to be annoyed by it. This was his world. Robert didn't live in that world with the hairy ape creatures. And yet, seeing it had shown him something that he never thought before. His fingers opened the oven to check on the food, sensing that it wasn't done yet. "Why can't I just be normal?" He asked himself when the oven clanged shut. Looking at his reflection in the clock on the oven allowed him to see his short hair. He'd kept it afterwards, the tips of his bangs just touching the lower end of his jaw. The scar from his accident still created a crescent around the curve of his eye. It looked slightly red, and sometimes he'd cover it with his hair. And yet it was also a sign of something that he felt was damaged. There was no rebellion in Robert. He didn't want to march down to the Initiative and burn it down. But, he didn't want to be changed by it either. The assumptions that had arrived so easily to him in the past were now something that he needed to have explained. Jennifer was the only one who understood and would. It was always acceptable. Robert would agree with her readily. But, he'd never needed to have it explained before. He sighed again while he turned towards the window. There was a light rain outside, leaving little rivers down the glass. The door opened in their little apartment. Jennifer yawned when she entered, her nose twitching at the meal that she smelled. Fixing her glasses, she walked over to him. Robert pretended to wash a knife while his girlfriend walked up behind. Grabbing his hips, she pushed herself against him. He could feel the muscles of her arms twitch while she rested her fingers against his stomach. It felt rather sweet, his body tensing slightly. That ended when she rubbed her nose against the smooth edges of his neck. "Smells good," she said with a smile, her hands moving upwards. Those strong fingers cupped his breasts, making him jump in surprise. "Wh..what are you doing?" he asked with surprise, blushing at her forwardness. "I am just so busy I don't get to take my lovely boyfriend enough. I don't want my hands to forget these lovely boys." She started to massage them firmly between her fingers. That blush grew deeper, Robert trying not to moan. His nipples were poking into his apron, his anus twitching in anticipation. Then Jennifer removed herself, Robert looking surprised. "Wh..what?" He said, holding his cheek where he could still feel her warm breath upon it. "Well I want to talk first." Jennifer grinned, sliding her raincoat off. That's when Robert noticed how wet his back was. With a little puffing of his cheeks, he stomped his little foot. "You are....such a tease," he said with annoyance, Jennifer laughing for a second before she kissed his forehead. "Oh don't get angry. I was just teasing. Besides, tonight I might show you what I have been waiting for, for a while." Her grin showed a lewd idea behind it. Robert blushed again, swallowing the lump in his throat. "The food will be ready in a minute. If you want to get washed up, I will have the table set," he said, Jennifer nodding while Robert got the plates and cups out. They didn't match, but that didn't matter. Getting the food out, he waited with his hands in his lap. Jennifer entered, almost knocking the chair over when she sat down. "Oh it's so good to be home. All this work is just getting to me. Internships are..." She looked at Robert, who had now begun to move his food around his plate. "Sorry, I know you want to teach students. But..." She didn't know what to say to that. After all they did have a stigma on pretty boys when they chose male teachers. After all they just had to teach young boys how to be good little wives and maybe have a little career. But, the term job worked for males. A career in one was just something they threw around. Jennifer sighed, knowing that they might not get to talk. She wished she could care for her boyfriend. He deserved to just have a little family to worry about. But, she also knew what the desire to teach was. If Robert was any less committed to it, then maybe she wouldn't care for him so much. And yet she did. It was bothersome. Robert smiled after a few minutes of silence. It wouldn't do to let Jennifer worry about him. After all she was more accepting than he had any business to request. "So hard day? I hope I can make you feel better." She looked up at him, knowing what he meant. After all her little minx could be rather naughty if he wanted to. "A massage would be nice. Though I think I know what you want. Let us finish and then we'll see where it takes us." Jennifer grinned wider while Robert worked a little bit of onion into his mouth. She'd been rather literal once he'd washed the dishes. Heading to their living room, she sat down with her back towards the door. Robert was trying to get his little fingers into each crevice of her form. Jennifer leaned forward; the feeling of all the knots being worked by ginger fingers was rather relaxing. There were a dozen places that she'd carried different objects up and down. And being on her feet all day made her ankles hurt. Robert worked on them, trying to dig his thumbs into her heels. They were rather big, completely different from his own dainty feet. Even his height wasn't anywhere near hers. Just because he was a tall boy, didn't mean he came close to a girl of average height. Her ankles cracked when he rotated them, Jennifer letting out a grunt. "Sorry," Robert said with a little embarrassed cough. "No it released pressure, feels fine. You are doing perfectly fine." She smiled sweetly, wanting him to enjoy taking care of her like that; though he could feel the tension in her joints. Moving upwards he ran a finger across her belly. There wasn't a six pack, but it was fit. A little tuft of hair peeked from her mound that pushed against her boxers. He ignored that while he moved right at her chest. Her breasts weren't sensitive like his were, and he could see that her chest had a firm layer of muscle. It made him a little conscious of his own chest, pressing against her stomach. The motion of his nipples rubbed against her skin, making her move to grab onto his wrist. Jennifer quickly pulled him up, his arms dangling above him while she leaned forward. His soft painted lips touched against hers, his lips opening to let her tongue gently slide into his mouth. Robert closed his eyes, feeling her free hand cup his breast. "Now I think you need to get ready." She smirked, her hand gently groping against his ass. The feel of her warm hand against his smooth skin made him shudder, his anus tickling slightly while it prepared to be invaded. Robert slid back slightly, moving so that he could get on all fours, his back showing to her. Jennifer reached below to where she had stowed her strap-on, Robert sliding his panties down his creamy thighs. They shuddered slightly, his little member lying limp. His anus was ready, lubricating itself, dribbling past while his spine arched. They weren't going to waste time, Jennifer sliding the tool she'd used on him so many times over her legs. He gasped when she pressed the tip of the hard plastic against his entrance. Deep breathes filled his lungs, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. His nipples tingled, his hands digging into the couch. Jennifer grunted, sliding it past his defenses. Robert's insides opened for her, that wonderful sensation of filling entering his mind. His cock grew erect, starting to pulsate against his groin. "Oh..." he moaned, her body suddenly sliding against him, her muscular breasts pressing against his back while her fingers grabbed around his breasts. Panting for air she started to pull back, the pressure building. With each thrust she grunted, her hands grasping his chest tighter and tighter. To be honest it did hurt slightly, the way his breasts molded to her strong hands. And yet the thrusting inside of him over and over again blocked that out; each slide of the shaft rubbing against his prostate, milking his little cock from the inside. His voice rose each time, his hips rolling to get it deeper inside of himself. It didn't take long. They hadn't been able to couple for a long time, and Robert felt himself steadily starting to collapse around the thick phallus. His anus clenched around the invading tool, his little cock jerking. Little spurts of semen splattered onto the couch, his voice high with energy, Jennifer's hips growing ragged while she thrust until she stopped. Buried deep inside she looked down. "What a mess you've made," she said with annoyance, moving so that he could feel it sliding out of him. "Clean it up." She directed, Robert looking before he moved down to gently lick up his own semen. It tasted slightly strange, and yet the very act made him shudder with anticipation. They coupled a few more times that night, Robert feeling light headed from his experience. He did have to get down, his tongue expanding to fill her hole before they both fell asleep on the couch together. By then he'd cum so much that he was incapable of eating all that he'd expelled. Cleaning it in the morning would be problematic. A little shiver ran down his spine when he awoke. Jennifer had left for her internship before he'd woken. Sighing with annoyance he went to take a shower, not looking forward to cleaning the mess they'd made. It was bothersome, and he found that he had to scrub the couch for an hour before he got rid of it all. He felt rather accomplished when he finished. And he knew he was going to reward himself with a little present. "Hello." He could hear his friend's voice on the other end when he'd picked up his phone. "Hey Davie dear. How are you doing?" he asked while he was trying to figure out what to wear today. The closet was very packed with his clothing. "Oh you know the usual stuff. They want me to model some panties and junk, and it makes me feel really naughty." Davie admitted while he was getting some finishing touches to his make-up. "Can I come and see?" Robert asked a pause on the other line. "Sure you can come over. Just know you will have to get around quite a few people." Davie admitted, though Robert didn't mind. Now he had to think of what he was going to wear. A normal set of jeans and t-shirt would be the most comfortable, but his short hair made him look like an older tomgirl. And there were things he had to do to keep appearances. Jennifer would never call them, but what about a stranger? He decided to wear a normal short skirt and a nice little white blouse. It would show off his breasts, and he'd be able to tease a little bit. Trying to be normal did help from time to time. Wearing these clothes he went outside, the day still dreary. Getting an umbrella he went to the train station. To drive into the city would have been a worse alternative, and Robert knew that finding parking would have been a nightmare. The train ride was normal, some young girls trying to look up his skirt. But, he didn't mind. The man feeding his baby did annoy him slightly, though he felt warmth spread through his body. Robert's bra grew tight when he saw the little boy in the man's arms. Why couldn't they afford to have one? Robert's hand went to his belly, rubbing it with the desire to have it with a child from his love and himself. He didn't get a chance to feed the little child, because the mother left the train. It meant his jiggly chest was painfully filled with milk. He had to unhook his bra so that they wouldn't be painfully entrapped. Each step he took made them bounce, the blouse not designed to hold them without help from a bra. Thankfully he found that there was a young mother who worked the front desk at the modeling studio. "So got caught without being able to feed huh?" he said with a little giggle. "She hasn't fed yet, so you can have some while you wait." The baby felt rather soft against his arm, Robert gently cupping his breasts and slid it out of his blouse. The nipple looked angry and engorged, a little trickle of milk flowing out onto his clothes. The little girl knew what to do, instinctually grabbing onto the offered nub into her mouth. Robert felt a flood of emotions while the slight sting of the first little droplets of milk was followed by overwhelming warmth. He blushed, feeling the little life that was gaining sustenance from him. He didn't want to let the baby go when she'd finished. But, Robert reluctantly returned her to her mother. The secretary beamed when he put his baby back in the little stroller after burping her. Robert had been so pre-occupied that he didn't even think about it. Sliding his breast back into his blouse felt better now, though the weight was still there. The studio itself looked so professional, now that he took the time to look at it. There were dozens of different rooms where males and females were taking pictures. Females were the ones with the cameras, and most of the models were males. Sexy boys were something that would always sell a product. At the end of the hall she was allowed to sit to watch Davie model. His slightly tan skin, and long blonde locks were still what drove people to him. The fact he had a pair of luscious bouncy breasts were another. The little bulge in his panties was easy to ignore with him almost spilling out of the lacy bra he wore. It took a lot of work, and she noticed that he was getting into dozens of positions that must not have been easy to get into. And there were dozens of models like him, though she wondered how you got to the top. That was obviously Davie's choice, and he wondered if he'd ever be able to have that kind of drive. Davie finished in an hour, Robert not really feeling like he'd waited too long. He quickly stood up to follow him to his dressing room. "Honey," he said when he entered, giving Robert a hug. Davie had always felt guilty about Robert's injury. Even though he was much shorter, he always made sure to gently touch his friend. It was bothersome to be treat like he was made of glass, but Robert knew that after years Davie still had nightmares, something he'd never admit. "How are you?" he asked while he took one of the available seats. "Still at the bottom rung, I don't think I am ever going to be pretty enough to be at the top. It takes a lot to get here. And I have all these normal jobs. But, it pays and I am getting some reputation. Maybe I'll eventually reach there ya know?" He shrugged. Robert knew about that, having to try and find a normal career was just difficult. At least in modeling, his attractiveness worked for David. "So tell me about yourself? I know you want to go and teach and stuff. But, how is it been around the house? You seem to be enjoying yourself with Jennifer," Davie teased her. Robert flushed. "I am not some little wifey, and I am not going to worry about it. Besides, why aren't you dating some female model or something? There are some attractive members and they can really get your career going." He teased him right back. Though David didn't react like it did, his face went pale at the teasing. His feet curled back like something that bothered him immensely had suddenly come out. Robert felt shocked and worried, his hand reaching out to touch David's. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern, Davie looking really nervous. "I...I...I can't..." he said with a turn of his head. Robert was going to push it when the door opened and closed. "So ready for... oh hey Robert," Sam said, his face turned into a big smile while he went to hug Robert. He wasn't as soft as Davie was, and Robert felt like his lungs were being crushed. The redhead moved behind Davie, looking at him with a sense of concern himself. "Why are you so pale?" He put a hand to the blonde's forehead, trying to feel if he had a fever. There didn't seem to be one, and Davie weaseled out of the touch like his hand was burning. "What's wrong?" "I just teased him about a girlfriend is all?" Robert admitted, looking at Sam who suddenly let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh for fucks sake David. Really? I assumed you told Robert. He's been your friend since forever, and even though it's secret I didn't think you were that distrustful." Davie looked panicked, like he was about to be grabbed at any moment. Tears rolled around his eyelids. "What's going on?" Robert stood up, his arms crossed. Sam shrugged, grabbing Davie by his wrist. The redhead was much stronger than he was, and he pulled him close. Robert gaped for a second when he drew the other boy into a kiss. The strange mixture and rarity was something that kept making it seem impossible. Davie's eyes were wide open, staring directly at Robert while the other boy was kissing him. A blush went across his cheeks, the terror hidden under the pleasure that he was obviously getting from the kiss. It was something most girls would pay a lot to see. And yet it was something that could get you sent to the Initiative in a heartbeat without any family involvement. "You....are together?" Robert asked with a sense of surprise. "Yeah, since I started helping him with modeling. I'm his manager of sorts, and it's saved me from my lowly career stripping." Sam looked down at Davie with a sense of love that he'd never seen in the older man. After all when talking of his bi-sexuality, Sam had always been much more perverted. And yet there was a general caring with the boy he'd just kissed "I...I never expected it to happen," Davie blurted out. "I...I thought I was a normal boy, and...but....that first experiment when we celebrated my first modeling gig. That I never felt with a girl. It was....I didn't expect it. And I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself," Davie said. Both Robert and Sam knew that there were other ways, and yet Davie seemed to feel fear of being caught up in it. His eyes moved to look at Robert. Robert on the other hand sighed, walking over and giving his friend a wrap of his knuckles on his forehead. "OW!! What was that for?" he said, looking at the other male towering over him. "Seriously, do you think I would report you or hate you cause of it? Yeah Sam is a perverted guy. He loves to tease and bother, but if you care about eachother I am going to support you. And I'll cheer you on until you get so famous that no one can criticize that you have a male lover. After all I am sure plenty of models do it." "More than you think," Sam commented. "So as my dear friend, who is like a brother to me, never doubt me again ok?" Robert said, hugging Davie tightly to himself. Davie teared up, burying his face into Robert's chest to cry. It was a relief to have his secret known by someone else. And Robert kept rubbing his shoulders, comforting him. They didn't stay long, mostly because Robert felt a little drained from this big secret. He wondered what he would do with his life. Davie had never been that big a risk taker, and now he was hiding something major. What did that mean he should risk? The very act of walking out felt draining, his hand brushing against something on the desk. With barely a glance Robert stared at a pamphlet for funding schools. It wasn't something he really paid attention to even though he did pocket the pamphlet. There were dozens of questions that needled into his mind while he returned home. Davie's happiness would be paramount in his mind. He wondered if they would be able to keep it up. Sometimes a model could get away with having another male lover for ages without getting caught or anyone caring. Or it could be brought to light in a day. His life just had to add to his complications. In order to take his mind off of that secret, Robert went online to see if he could find some kind of program that would allow him to teach. There were dozens of opportunities for models, secretaries, or other menial jobs. He could barely find any real jobs for females when it came to education. They sure did dislike retiring in that field. He was ready to give up on it until he found what appeared to be a paid internship at a private school. It didn't appear to have any real limitations for him. Quickly Robert took the address and phone number down after he sent his resume. Waiting was the worst part; each day waiting became an issue. Would he be accepted? And what did they have in store for him. Robert had jumped when he got the phone call, and happily accepted the interview. He made sure to wear a very conservative outfit that hid some of his appearance. His hair was placed in a bun that would hide the way that his hair looked. It was only unfortunate that he didn't need glasses. That would have really helped with the school marm appearance. Sitting in the waiting room felt like nails on a chalkboard. There was a strange sense that he was the only one in the waiting room. Even the secretary wasn't there. His mind wandered to what he would actually be hired for. They had been rather polite when they called him. It wasn't for a full teaching position of course, but rather for something personal. What that meant had been left very vague. "Ma'am?" he heard a rather happy feminine voice from the door of the office. The principal had slightly gray hair, her height rather obsessive. She was probably a good half foot taller than Jennifer was. His eyes followed up to meet hers. "Oh it's very nice to meet you," he said while he stood, fixing his skirt. The female had a long smile while she turned. "Well follow me." She directed. The office had a nice large oak desk that would have fit within a congresswoman's room. It looked ancient, Robert sitting in one of the comfortable red chairs that was in front. She moved around the desk, sitting down onto the chair behind the desk. "I saw your resume, and it's very impressive. I suppose we have been rather private with what we have needed. You see we have a reputation to uphold. Some of our students have certain education problems, males of course," she said that as if it were simple fact, rather than insulting. Robert didn't say anything "We realize that they will need some private education. And we think that other males would be more nurturing for them than anyone else." She leaned forward. "So I will be a tutor then. That will be fine. Anything that allows me to enjoy my time teaching a student." She smiled, leaning back to grab a notebook from her desk to hand to him. Robert looked it over. To be honest the classes for males were really simple. It taught them how to fix their hair and do their make-up. There were very few things beyond simple math in order to maintain a household that she could be teaching. "Well then you are prepared. Welcome aboard," she said, leaning forward to shake his hand. He took it, feeling like she were about to kiss it. He noticed that her eyes were looking him over, probably getting rid of her dressing herself down. There was always an easy way to see when a woman was undressing him with her eyes. It had become second nature. She stopped her mental undressing enough to get him up so that she could lead him to the area that he would be working. The school itself had a rather impressive library. It expanded outward into a dozen different floors that travelled through other rooms. Each section had different subjects that were easy to tell based on gender. Females were in the sections that were meant for higher education, while there were mostly magazines for the males. Walking down a set of stairs, he entered into the lower region of the library. Separate rooms with rather comfortable chairs and tables were in private rooms. He looked to see that there was actually a blackboard inside. That made him smile. "These are the private rooms for studying. We are really close to the end of the spring term. But, you will have a few weeks to help out. Your student will be Jeff. He's a little slow, but good natured." She turned to look away while she checked her watch. "Classes will be dismissed. He'll be here rather quickly in order to look at the dress magazines or something." Obviously she didn't know much about a male's hobbies. "Alright, I will make sure to pay attention to what he likes." He smiled while he leaned against the door. The glass felt cool against this back. Right now he was sure that he would be dealing with a boy who had internalized his training. That would be rather hard to work with. But, he had to teach them no matter what. Waiting again was similar to before. Robert tapped his fingers across the window, his nails clacking against the glass. "Ma'am?" he heard from his side. The boy who was standing there had the regulation uniform. His skirt was a light brown color that fit right against his smooth thighs. His face was sweet, with a roundish shape that fit his rather short auburn hair. That wasn't what someone noticed though. Jeff had massive breasts that were straining his blouse. They had to be DD or almost E cups. He bounced when he breathed. "Hi, I am Robert and I am going to be tutoring you. I hear you might be having trouble." Jeff blushed at the admission of his educational issues. "I...am really confused by some of the things that I am reading. Like I don't want to be a model, but people keep pushing me. I...I think something is wrong with me." He turned away. Robert lifted his chin with his finger. "Don't be afraid of anything, we are going to learn many different things. And I promise that I will help you to the best of my ability." That made the boy smile sweetly. It seemed to light up the room. That surprised Robert. How could such a sweet boy be any issue? Reviewing the subjects that the boy was having problems in didn't give him anymore window into the reason that some were treating him strangely. When Jeff walked outside he got teased by some of the other boys about his breasts. They were rather large, and yet he wasn't dumb. But, people seemed to treat him as such. The whole week he saw how the boy was treated by his fellow students, they were rather mean. Girls were even worse, giving his breasts little gropes when they passed. He'd try desperately to protect them, but found that he was unable to. Even some of the other teachers talked about him; though they probably didn't expect for Robert to hear them. "Did you see that Jeff again? I swear he's going to cause so much trouble for his husband. She'll have to take care of their finances, and the kids. He'll just sit there with those huge orbs." Robert felt like he wanted to say something. But, he was just an intern, and couldn't say anything to full time teachers. The fact that they were women wouldn't have helped his case. Right now he just felt ill. "We're going outside," he told Jeff when he arrived for his tutoring on the last day of the week. He looked a little confused, his face turning to the side when he looked at Robert. They had only been tutoring for a week. Now the routine was getting changed when he had just gotten used to it. "What's up?" he asked, Robert grabbing onto his hand. "We are going outside now. I don't want you to argue understand." The boy looked a little scared that he'd snapped at him. Robert tried to smile to make him feel better. After all he looked too cute to actually cause problems. Outside of the school was a long line of old trees that had been on the campus for decades. They were drooping with acorns, the leaves in bright bloom with a few having lovely white flowers. The ground was carpeted in a light flurry of older flowers that had fallen. It gave an appearance of being a sheet of life. Robert walked to one of the trees, sitting herself down with a little notebook. Pulling it back, he looked at the first page for his notes. Thankfully he didn't have to make a lesson plan for this. Reviewing more of the subjects that Jeff had issues with didn't feel the same after so long. He'd seen what Jeff had to deal with, and he wondered what made him put up with it. After all Jeff just smiled at those who fondled him, or teased him. And it hurt to see him dealing with it. "Why do you put up with them?" he asked while he turned to the teenage boy. "What do you mean?" he asked while he tried to look at his schoolwork. "Those boys are really mean. They talk about you with a sense of superiority because they are doing better in classes that....really don't matter. You can be a good wife without this. And yet they treat you like you are less than them. And the girls keep touching you. Don't let them do that." Jeff just smiled sweetly. "I don't mind. It's not like I think about it really. After all I am sure that it won't affect me. Being married to someone isn't really what I want. I just want to...." His voice stopped. "You don't have to worry about me. I promise that I won't tell anyone what you say. I have kept secrets before, so don't think that you can't trust me." Jeff didn't look like he was sure, but decided that he could at least try and tell someone. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled a sketch book. There were a few different drawings of the campus, along with a few drawings that Jeff had done of himself. It was easy to see that he'd been looking in a mirror for the self-portraits. "These are really good," Robert admitted with some surprise. Jeff blushed, trying not to think about being complimented. "No they aren't. I am just starting." He turned away, trying to reach out his hand to accept the art back. "I do not flatter, so when I say that I think its good I am not lying." Robert said severely, the boy looking a little nervous about the correction. Robert gently put his hand against his shoulder. The student smiled, making sure that he leaned forward a little to hug him. That made Robert smile, gently ruffling up his hair. "Now how about this, we take a break after an hour and you can sketch me?" Jeff jumped, happy to be able to practice something with someone else. He quickly delved even further into his studies. Robert loved to spend time with him. It didn't even bother him that he had to spend some time staying still for Jeff to sketch him. Weeks passed rather quickly; every afternoon during the work week Robert would report to school. He'd teach Jeff his subjects, and helped him learn how to make his make-up look prettier. And he also taught him to color coordinate. There were dozens of different lessons that he took to heart. After all he might actually learn how to fall in love with a girl who loved to draw as well. That would be the best for him. It didn't take very long for summer vacation to loom ahead of them. Robert made sure that he brought the boy a little present. He'd taken ages to shop for the set of pens that would help him go further than his normal sketches. When he presented it to Jeff he smiled, though it didn't appear to have much happiness behind it. "Jeff, what's wrong?" he asked. "I won't be able to see you all summer. You are the first to spend time with me and tell me my art isn't a waste of time. And I know my parents are going to arrange a marriage for me. It's what they do ya know?" He let out a sigh. "I hope she's nice." Robert smiled. "Oh don't worry honey. I am sure that you will have a very sweet fianc?e." He hoped to reassure the boy. Jeff just smiled, not agreeing with his tutor. "I did finish." He offered Robert the drawing that he had been making for him. The picture was of the first time that they'd been outside. The sun was gently settling in the west, and Robert was wearing his regular blouse, and yet his entire appearance was held within the picture. His pale skin had been painted onto the canvas, and his eyes had a strange sparkle. It was like he represented the sunlight, and yet in the corner away was a dark color. Robert wished he could say something. And yet he could just hug the boy in front of him. He regretted he didn't say anything else. It was horrible to think of what might happen. Robert didn't tell Jennifer anything about his days in school that wasn't positive. Summer would be for them to enjoy, and he didn't want to mar it with his worry about Jeff. That little vacation felt really nice. The two of them spent most of their time inside of the little apartment. And Robert made sure that he was taking care of Jennifer's little lusts. He'd wear only his apron to cook dinner, leaning over when she asked so that she could take him. It felt really good to be able to enjoy his time as a proper boyfriend. It helped relieve stress from his having to deal with that principal always trying to look down his chest. That she might be looking down students like Jeff's chest made him feel a slight nausea fill his stomach. All the tutors were standing in a line while the principal moved across them. There were a few females who weren't doing so well in school. Most were males who were trying to get work in the teaching field, and she noticed that the handful of pretty ones that were there were all victims of the principals leers. They didn't seem to mind though. "There have been a few issues during the summer. I welcome back all of you returning tutors, and would like to give you a few new rules that have come down." She didn't appear to have anything interesting to Robert. There was something on keeping notes on the student's grades, and to make sure that they work better with each child's parents. "Oh and one other thing, there has been a report that a handful of our students were taken by the Institute. We are now to report any deviant behavior by minors to them. That way we can nip that kind of behavior in the bud." Her eyes roved over everyone. Robert felt a slight little prickling on the back of her neck. He knew how subjective deviant behavior might be. His worry didn't grow any better when he saw that he was being given a new student. Larry was a vapid little cheerleader type who couldn't be bothered with education. Robert found him to be rather obnoxious to be honest. With big breasts he expected to find a sweet husband, and didn't see any reason to learn anything. It was such a disappointment, that Robert quickly ran out of the room when he was done. Robert quickly went to the principal's office, having to sit and wait for her to be done with a parent. That hadn't changed, and she could see the principal was filled with annoyance when a father was annoyed with her child not getting something. That was as old as time. He quickly stood up, following after. "Yes what do you want?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow. "I wanted to know what happened to my student that I was helping earlier." He demanded with a little movement of his foot. The principal blinked. "Didn't you hear my announcement? The Institute has found that last year we had a large amount of students that needed to be corrected. I believe your student was one of them. His future husband found something on him, and they sent him there that day." Robert felt the color drain from his face. "Where is he now?" he asked with a terror deep in his stomach. "Oh he's back of course." Robert turned with the utmost speed. Jeff would resist right? He'd be slightly different, but he wouldn't be able to be held back by those people. They'd just have to teach him how to fake it. He didn't even ask for an excuse. It took him a minute, looking and asking around. Then he saw that lovely auburn hair, the way that his breasts moved when he walked. "JEFF!!" Robert ran over to him, panting for air. The boy smiled when he looked at him. There was something hollow in it though. "Yes ma'am?" he asked, looking at her. His eyes were blank, without that little cute expression that he had. It was like he was acting. "Jeff, you remember me right?" He nodded. "You tutored me last year." That made Robert nod. "Yes, and remember what you told me back then." The boy's face clouded for a second. "Oh I am sorry I wasted your time with that. It was just a little rebellious hobby or something. I am doing much better in school now that I know what I am really into. My future husband is such a good girl. I hope I can be a lovely wife for him." Robert looked directly into his eyes, wanting to see something that said he was faking. But, no they were too good there to keep that. "Jeff, I hope to see you married and that you will be happy." Robert kept the tears from forming, looking at what they had done. "I will, though...umm thank you for taking care of me then. I am much better now." There was a sense that even if the boy couldn't understand it, he didn't want him to be sad. That was at least something. Sweetness would remain even when other stuff was scoured. Robert felt guilty that he'd given him that sketchpad. Maybe if he'd let it be there was a better compromise. He made sure to thank his former student for letting him talk to him before he went home. Everything was falling apart. There had to be something better, how could she teach if she knew that the system was created to just breed them like this. No they still needed to be good wives, and to love their husbands. But, why couldn't some of them be both. Jennifer was his loving girlfriend, and he still remained something else. And being a cute little artist hadn't been anything threatening his ability to be a good wife. His mind wandered while she walked home. The newest student was just such a dullard. The Institute would consider him to be the perfect little boy. It was such an issue, and yet he still felt conflicted over it. There was a little turn of paper that flowed from the wind in front of his eyes. That same pamphlet got in front of him. Founding your own school, could he do such a thing? Robert felt a slight little rush of ideas now that he'd seen that. What if he did make a school for professional young boys who wanted to do something that wouldn't interfere with his use as a wife? Then he'd be something other than some bubble head, and yet at the same time would be doing something beneficial to his husband. He'd have to make sure that he kept it very careful to the Institute, but he could pull it off if he needed. He raced home, grabbing the pamphlet before he went. Though the more that he looked at it the more reasons he understood why it had been thrown away. The site wasn't that well made. It just seemed to be a look at how you could get funding. And all of it seemed to be targeted to women who wanted to form a side of a school. He needed something beyond that; though a whole school would have been a little ambitious. Davie called him while he was mulling inside of his room. "Oh hello," he said with a little sigh of annoyance. "What's up? I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with us. I think I can get you some nice meat for a burger if you want," he asked with a little giggle. "Stop tickling me." Davie was obviously with Sam at the moment. "Sure I would love to." He looked around the room while he wondered how he'd explain it to Jennifer. Well he would ask her. "Let me call Jennifer and then I'll be there." His head turned to hang up with Davie while he went to call Jennifer. "Hey honey, how is work?" he asked with a little smile. "I am fine; work is a pain you know. What's up?" She asked while Robert thought how to phrase is. "Well Davie invited me to eat with him, so I was wondering if you minded eating out." Jennifer thought of it, looking at the papers in front of her. "Sure go for it." She didn't want to get in the way of good friends from school. Besides, she knew what Davie felt about her boyfriend. And it was something that not even she could disagree with. "Thank you, I'll make a wonderful meal tomorrow," he promised while he hung up. Staying in his work clothes, he made his way over to Davie's apartment. The building was rather large, spanning above him with a strange sense of foreboding. That didn't matter while he got into the elevator. It wasn't too bad while he got off. The trip hadn't taken too much time, and he made sure to knock. "Stop that's him, I swear that's....ooh....no teasing." He heard his friend making strange noises on the outside of the room. The door opened, Davie sliding his robe over. "Sorry, someone kept trying to distract me." He walked inside so they could shut the door. Sam wasn't wearing his top, letting his breasts roam free. They didn't have too much room, but it was comfortable. "Oh he is just a party pooper. I get to handle my little model's body after all." Sam teased, making Davie blush while they were there. The burgers were already cooking, the smell filling the room with their smell. Robert took a deep breath, feeling a little shudder while his stomach growled. A little feeling of desire to help cook was quickly shut down when Davie waved him away. Soon the food was ready, and he was sitting with his hands ready to lift his food to his mouth. A deep sigh escaped, Davie turning his head. "What's wrong?" "You remember that student who wanted to be an artist?" Both Sam and Davie nodded; they had heard him mention that before. "He had to go to the Institute because his future husband thought that he wasn't a proper wife if he liked to draw. So, they changed him. He's still sweet, but all that I found so endearing is gone." His head leaned down to stare at his food. Suddenly he didn't feel hungry. "Though...I think I can think of something. What if I made a school for people like that? Or maybe something else. Even a special program would be alright." He looked excited again, eating his food again. Both of his friends looked between them before they commented. "How would you convince someone of that? And how were you going to pay for it?" That gave Robert a sour expression that crossed over his face. After all he didn't think of having to convince someone of it. Sam perked up for a second. "You need to find someone to support you. I do know a few clients that might be interested. They deal with the modeling industry, and have helped with Davie's career. So they probably would be willing to let you do something with education. I gather she can provide you with some financial backing along with public support." Robert perked up to, smiling at Sam. He felt like he could hug him for knowing someone who might be able to help. To be honest he didn't want to tell Jennifer until it was a success. That would be rather difficult to do. Sam told him that there were a few clients, but that Jackie Harradine was the best person to talk to. She had given to schools in the past, and would be a good idea. Nervousness filled his belly while he waited. It had been rather short notice, and he was picking a day that he knew Jennifer wouldn't be around to ask what he was doing. She'd been rather happy to see him, so that he was able to only give her the positives of what had happened at school. Jackie was rather tall, probably about 6 ? feet tall with a well- defined body. Her chest was very small with muscle pushing out her sharp business suit. Robert had dressed professionally, with his skirt right around his thighs. He looked up towards her with a strange sense of dread. "So I head that you have something to talk to me about," she said with a sense of superiority. After all she did control the situation. Robert had spent his few days by himself with some preparation, getting all the paperwork and papers for her idea up. "Right now there are many different kinds of boys who have had creativity stifled. A wife is supposed to look pretty for his husband, and yet at the same time there have been such stifling ways of getting across this. Deviant does not mean that a male is supposed to keep his talents hidden. He is meant to balance them." He went through his little speech. Jackie leaned forward, her shaggy brown hair moving across her head. "Sure the Institute should hear you say that?" Her eyebrow rose. "I am not saying a wife doesn't owe himself to his husband's discretion. No, but I think we need to teach girls that it's a benefit to have a talented wife, and to boys that being a talented wife is something to be proud of. It helps both in the end." He had mixed that in to be convincing after all. The tall woman went through the papers that he had set out before her. It seemed like ages while she went over them. He wondered if he had made a mistake, her hands wandering to the door of her office to close it while she read through the papers. Her face never revealed what she was thinking. "So this program has a few merits, and of course idealistic flaws. But, it's workable." She sat down across from him while she leaned forward to show him where he had misunderstood what women were going to think. And it would have to look like his idea of course, with her in the secondary seat. "I gathered that much," he responded while she then whistled between her teeth. "It would get me some good PR to. Promoter helps in education with an improvement in home life for the future leaders of America. A talented wife is a helpful wife kind of thing ya know." She smiled, making Robert smile to. Then her big hand went against his lap. It slid, bunching up his skirt to show the smooth creaminess of his thigh. That made Robert jump slightly, moving up. "Well does that mean it's a deal?" he asked with a little shudder. "Almost." She smirked, leaning in to unbutton his jacket. He quickly pulled back, covering his chest. "What do you think you are doing?" he demanded. "I have a girlfriend." "So?" she said with a sense of entitlement. "I am going to be helping you. And I never work with a man I haven't touched. Don't worry I am not going to want to fuck you every chance I get; only for a meeting or two." It almost made it sound like she was being fully reasonable. "No I would never do that." Robert stood up, Jackie's eyes narrowing. "You won't find another person to help you with this. I know about it, and if you don't give me what I want I'll make sure that no one else does either. So either do it, or forget your little project." She flapped the paperwork around like she was ready to throw it into the trash. How would he live it down? And yet he had a new dream for himself. This was what he was going to do with his life. It would help so many other people. The look of detachment and dejection in Jeff's eyes filled his mind. No, he had to make sure that people understood their talents and that they didn't turn to the Institute for their problems like that. "Never tell anyone else," he demanded. Jackie just smiled, nodding while her big fingers grabbed onto his jacket. Unbuttoning it quickly she almost ripped his blouse off. His bra covered breasts bounced while she unhooked them. Robert fought the urge to cover his chest with his hands. His nipples engorged to the cool air. "Very lovely, such nice shape and texture." Her fingers covered his breasts with her hands, gently massaging the, gently massaging the smooth flesh underneath. He blushed, trying not to think about what she was going to do. "Do you want me to lick you?" he asked; still red from her teasing. She shook her head. "No that takes too much time for you to recover. Besides, I want you to realize who was in command." She moved to pull him across, letting him balance his hands against her desk. The coolness of the wood didn't hide his sweating palms while she pulled up his skirt. It bunched around his thighs while she gently slid his panties down around his ankles. Using her thick finger, she gently started to massage around the entrance to his anus. Despite himself, Robert's body grew warm. Juices started to flow down his legs while his entrance grew aroused, and his insides prepared to be penetrated. She slid down her pants, kicking them off while she kept her expensive loafers. Moving behind him, he didn't see the monster shaft she put on. Her fingers moved to grab his hips, pressing the thick tip around his body. Robert turned, looking at this extremely thick dildo that had little bumps at the ends. The thing was almost twice the size of what Jennifer used. "W...wait no that's too big." She added pressure, tears streaming down his face while she pushed the tip inside of him. It force his wet opening apart, making him jump from the experience. With a determined thrust she forced it deep inside of his body. It hurt, yet his cock rose into the air; a little bit of pre-cum oozed past his tip while he took ragged gasps. Her weight fit over his body, her hips thrusting back and forth while her fingers groped his breasts. It was easy to see himself in the window that looked outside. He was glad that she hadn't forced him to lean against that. Her fingers wrapped around his nipples, massaging them while she thrust into his body. Robert felt so used right now, but it was going to get him his dream. He said a silent little prayer of forgiveness to Jennifer while she thrust inside of him again and again. His little cock flopped against this groin with every thrust, their bodies mashed together. It was to his shame when he felt himself orgasm; his little droplets of semen splattering onto the wood of the desk. She didn't stop, continuing to fuck him while his cock bounced again and again. He almost felt like he was giving birth to a grapefruit by the time she stopped. Ragged from his experience, Robert felt himself shivering. His ass tingled from the experience, and she gave his head a little pat. "Now our business is complete. The students are very lucky to have such a dedicated young lady." Her smirk held a little bit of sarcasm, and yet at the same times a bit of sincerity. It confused him. He got a signed paper with her promise to support him, and he quickly rushed out of there. He felt filthy about the whole experience, and got bathed several times before he felt anywhere near clean enough. But, he had his documentation. And he needed to do the next greatest convincing he would need to accomplish. That meant he needed to wear a nice tight little number for Jennifer. He felt slightly dirty about doing this after what he'd done. But, he needed it to accomplish his dream. Silently he went to every single candle that they had in the apartment. Robert turned off all the lights so that they would be together. He fixed his breasts, moving them up and down to fit into the negligee that he'd bought. Combing his hair back slightly allowed him to see properly. Everything was just right, or at least he thought. Jennifer burst in, making him jump from the couch. Her eyes adjusted to the light. "Oh...is...is there something that the rumor mill forgot to tell me?" She said with a little confusion. Then she just smiled, running over and picking him up. Twirling him above her she set him down again. "What was that for?" He asked with a little confusion. "I just got hired to be the assistant professor, and I was excited. I didn't expect you to be already prepared for it though. You look rather nice." Her smile reminded him of that leer he'd seen on the principal, and it made a shiver run up his spine. "That's wonderful." He hid it rather well. "I have good news to. I had an idea to help talented young boys so that they can have a hobby that helps their career afterwards." Jennifer smiled, though she did pat his head lightly. "That's a neat idea. Wonder what you can do to help it in your class." She dismissed it, making Robert feel a slight heat to his face. "I got funding." Jennifer blinked. "I am going to get it done. It's not so me idle dream." He looked at her with intensity, moving his hands to tap against his hands. She looked back at him. It wasn't normal for him to yell. "Look that just doesn't seem that big a deal. Besides can't we celebrate my promotion?" She asked with a sense of having given him a lot by not making it an order. "We can celebrate both. We are both important," Robert said with a little glare towards her. Jennifer blinked. "Look I am glad you can do your little project, but we have other things to deal with. I thought with my promotion we could have a baby together. And you can't do both." "Wait have a what? A...a baby." That made Robert blush, his hand moving to his belly. It would grow there, and he felt like she had admitted something rather important to him. "We aren't married though." "So, I love you. And I want us to have a life together married or not. Besides, we can do a quick little court thing." Her shoulders shrugged. Robert thought about it. What little boy didn't think of a big wedding with tons of flowers and his parents? But, then again he had given up so much of his old fantasies. "I can do both. Be a mother and help with this. So please let's do this together. I can be a mother and a teacher to." Jennifer looked to the side, wondering what to say at that moment. They were together, and this was complicating matters. If she were a full-fledged demanding woman she would say her piece and force him. But, that wasn't who she was. What to do? ---------- They were so loud in the library. Sometimes Robert wished that he could get a blow horn. But, they never did listen even then. Why were teenagers such a pain? Not that Robert felt like he was going to be such a good little boy himself. "Hello class. I know you all want to talk to your fellow classmates. But, this is for you boys to have a great opportunity." They were going to sit still if he wanted them to. Most looked a little confused. His hand went to his belly, feeling the little bulge that held his child within. The effects of his pregnancy made Robert feel a little dizzy. "You are all going to have a great opportunity to be a part of a new program. We all know you want to be cute sweet little wives for your loving husbands. But, why not also use the talents or your hobbies to be better helpers. After all a boy with a talent is a great marriage opportunity for his husband." He looked around. Deep within his heart he hoped that she could see Jeff there. Maybe he'd been able to get past his programming. Maybe, but he doubted it. The first person to grow out of their programming would be the first. "I know you will all be prepared to list what you believe is your best talent, and I hope that you sign up." His head went up and down while the teacher made other announcements. Robert frowned when he saw that dismissal didn't bring anyone up to him. His head hung for a second while he rubbed his belly. "Ma'am?" he heard above him while a boy was holding what appeared to be a little hat that he'd never seen before. "Is sewing projects a good thing? I know I am supposed to learn it, but it's rather boring to just repair and do random stuff. Can I learn to do other stuff with it?" He looked nervous about asking, the private school already warning others about deviant behavior. Boys saw what it caused. "Of course it can. I can get you signed up if you want. Don't worry it won't be a problem. Although I am not the best at sewing myself." Robert tried to smile to make him feel better. He returned the smile before he signed up. That at least got a few others to feel better about asking questions. It was at least a start. Then Robert did see Jeff. He was staring at them with this strange expression on his face. There was a sense that he might want to come over, and yet didn't know why. It made Robert wave to him. Jeff slowly started to walk over. Maybe he would be able to help. His mind went to expanding this, to going beyond just a little class. The future would be something to work forward to, and her meeting of that car would be for the betterment of others.