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I sipped my coffee and started reading the paper again. It was supposed
to be a simple assignment about The Scarlet Letter and how Hester is
depicted in the novel, but as I read through this student's essay, I
could hardly make heads or tails out of it. She had gotten all the
characters wrong, for one thing, but most importantly it read as if it
was written in an entirely different language. I asked her to come to my
office hours to speak to her about the paper, so that perhaps she could
make some sense out of what she wrote.
"Hi Dr. Swan."
I jumped up in my chair with a start. I must have been so engrossed in
the paper that I didn't notice Lauren walk into my office. I glanced at
the clock and frowned, as it seemed that I had been trying to read her
paper for the last hour or so, but lost that time entirely. Where had
the time gone?
I cleared my confused head and looked up to see a tall, athletic looking
blond woman. She had obviously just come from soccer practice since she
was still in her kit and looked somewhat disheveled. I didn't mind,
because I understood that for a lot of the sports scholarship students,
their sports came first and that their classes were mostly an
afterthought.
"Lauren, please sit." I motioned to the seat in front of my desk.
She sat down and set her big sports duffle down beside her and looked up
at me expectantly. I should have noticed that something was wrong when I
saw the duffle flatten itself because it was empty, but I paid it no mind
and got ready for the inevitable confrontation I was about to have with
her. Athletes in particular didn't like being told their grades were a
bit low because they had to maintain academic standards, and I was about
to tell her that she failed.
"So Lauren, I asked you here to talk about your paper." I handed her the
essay, which she saw was full of red marks to indicate the copious number
of errors that I had found. "As you can see, I think there's a lot of
room for improvement... but I'm willing to help you and get you ready for
the next essay."
She took the paper from me and stared intently into my eyes. I returned
her gaze, but after a minute, I began to feel uncomfortable and tried to
look away. I could see her smile as I started to avert my gaze
downwards, as she recognized that she had won that little contest of
wills. How little did I know that her victory was greater than I could
ever imagine.
"A fail? Dr. Swan, are you sure that you read my paper carefully?"
I tried to look up at her, but instead my eyes were transfixed on her
dirty cleats. For some reason it bothered me that they were so dirty,
and all I could do is stare at her feet. I didn't respond to her, so she
loudly cleared her throat and thrust her paper back at me to get my
attention.
I stumbled a bit and took the paper back from her. "I'm sorry Lauren,
but I don't think you even read the book. For example, the main
character... you must realize that the main character is Hester, right?"
She looked at me intensely again and pointed to her paper, motioning me
to read it again. "Are you sure? I thought the character's name was
Allen, just like yours." I felt a small blush of humiliation as I
started reading the paper again, wondering if I had somehow gotten the
entire novel wrong.
I scanned the page again and found a passage that seemed to speak to me:
"Allen was a pathetic man who wanted nothing more than to be a sissy. He
tried his best to hide his perverted desires, wearing lingerie under his
boring, ugly suit."
I felt something strange happening to my body after I read that sentence.
I felt something tightly wrapped against my chest and I realized that I
was feeling the red bra pressing against me. I shifted uncomfortably in
my chair and felt the red silk panties rub against my ass and the
fishnets against my freshly shaved legs. I peaked up from the paper to
look at Lauren and blushed slightly, hoping that she wouldn't notice.
I continued reading about this deeply troubled main character: 'He was so
ashamed that he wrote a giant "S" on his chest with lipstick that he
bought but could never use. The "S" was for Sissy, and it was the only
way he could fully feel like Sissy Slut Ally under the fa?ade of
masculinity he tried to present to the public.'
Something compelled me to unbutton my shirt, and when I did I noticed the
bright red S that was emblazoned on my now hairless chest, starting from
the top at my collarbone and reaching down toward my belly button.
Lauren moved closer to me and I saw that she had a tube of lipstick in
her hand. I tried to back away, but all I could do is sit still and
present my chest to her as she began touching up my S. For some reason it
felt right that she was the one who branded me a sissy. In fact, I
remembered that it was a ritual that began the moment the term started
and she began coming to my office hours.
I wonder what the author was thinking when they created such a pathetic
man? Was this an analysis of the fluid nature of masculinity? I continued
to read: 'As part of his punishment for being such a sissy, Ally's tiny
clitty was always locked in a cage. His clitty always pressed against
the cage in frustration because he always had a dildo in his asspussy.
The dildo symbolized his devotion to his mistress and the fact that he
was such a pathetic sissy.'
I hurriedly lowered my pants and pulled down my panties and felt comfort
at seeing my clitty being confined by the pink chastity cage. As I sat
back down, I could feel the dildo press deeper into my asspussy, giving
me a happy feeling as I remembered my place. I remembered when Lauren
first told me that I was a sissy, and that I needed someone to control me
because I was too pathetic to be in charge of my own body. I remembered
all the times in class where I stood in front of the class, pretending to
be a respectable teacher, while Lauren sat in the back with her teammates
from the soccer team as she pressed a button on a remote control that
made the dildo in my asspussy vibrate. Lauren would watch me squirm as
she held down the button, smiling knowingly as I tried to control my
breathing and speech as my pathetic clitty spurted sissy juice into my
panties. After each lecture, a gaggle of girls led by Lauren would stand
around me and pretend to ask me questions about the lecture as they each
took turns playing with the remote, leaving only when they were sure that
I had filled my panties once again.
I was snapped back to the present from my reminiscences by the violent
vibrations of the dildo in my asspussy. I looked up at Lauren, who
handed her paper to me and encouraged me to continue reading: 'Unlike all
the other professors who knew that they had to support student athletes,
Ally didn't give his students a free pass as he was expected to do.'
I taught at a small women's university that prided itself on academic
excellence and the performance of its athletes, and while I was always
supportive of my students who were absent for class because of games or
practices, I never felt compelled to simply reward these players just
because they were on a team.
Clearly this character was guilty of not being a team player! He wanted
so desperately to assert what little masculinity he had because he was
such a sissy, so he took it out on the soccer team because that was the
only way he would ever have any power over women. How sad!
There was another passage that caught my eye: 'But he knew he was failing
so many student athletes because he was hoping that someone would take
control of his life and make him realize that he was an inferior sissy.
It's why he always secretly wore his cheerleader outfit in his office. It
symbolized his secret devotion to the university sports teams, his desire
to serve the greater good of the university, but also his inability to do
so because he was so pathetic and wanted to be forced into giving good
grades to his athletic students.'
I was right! This character was so pathetic that he attempted to assert
his masculinity in order to attract the attention of a strong woman who
would catch him dressing as a sissy and force him to do what she wanted
him to do.
Something clicked in my head and I opened my desk drawer, seeing the red
and white cheerleader uniform that I had been wearing this term. I had
been doing it for years, dressing as a cheerleader in my off time. I
would sit in my office and imagine myself showing my school pride by
being on the sidelines at various games, cheering on the teams. Then
after our team won, I would go to the locker room and crawl to each team-
member, burying my face in their crotches, licking their sweaty pussies
and giving them an orgasm as a reward for their hard work.
I stripped off my male clothes and grabbed the uniform from the drawer.
It felt comforting to put on the tight little top that pushed my bra
against my body but also exposed my belly, allowing everyone to see the
bottom of the "S" on my chest. I looked down and saw the university's
logo, but also saw "Sissy Supporter" embroidered under it. I stood up and
stepped into the skirt, pulling it up to my waist. As I zipped it up, I
could feel my clitty twitch in its cage as I saw how cute I looked with
the short skirt and my red fishnets. I set the pair of red platform heels
down on the floor and gently slipped my feet into them. I know that real
cheerleaders would never be caught wearing these shoes, but they were
perfect for sissies like me. Something felt missing, and when I looked
down in the drawer I noticed a blonde wig. I reached down and grabbed
it, hesitating as I held the wig in my hands. The wig was already tied
up into pigtails, and part of me began to think about how ridiculous this
all was... but I felt Lauren's expectant gaze on me and it was all I
could do to put the wig on my head and complete my transformation.
As I finished adjusting the wig, I looked down at Lauren who just smiled
at me and said, "Why don't you give me a little sissy cheer?"
I giggled excitedly because a star athlete was asking me to do something
for her and began to jump up and cheer as if my life depended on it.
"S.
I.
S.
S.
Y.
I'm the biggest sissy of them all, with my support our team can't fall!"
Lauren laughed and gave me an enthusiastic applause, which only made me
more excited and encouraged me to bounce up and down even more. "I can't
believe that worked! Coach is going to love the new you! I bet she'll
even keep you as her personal pet after I show her what you've become.
She probably has a lot of stress to take out on you after all those years
of constantly pestering the team. Of course we can't have you be a sissy
all the time, because we'll need you to keep pretending to be a professor
so that we can have our good grades."
I gave her a confused look, and then it all made sense. I was always a
sissy cheerleader, and to help the team, I would pretend to be a man and
a teacher so that I could give all my mistresses good grades. I'm so glad
that the soccer team takes care of me, because I'm always getting so
confused.
Lauren continued, "In fact, why don't we change my grade for the
wonderful paper that I wrote for you. Well, with the help my of psych
major roommate and some drugs she gave me to put in your coffee." She
giggled, "I can't believe you were just sitting there frozen when I came
in. It was easy to dress you up like the sissy in my paper." She reached
for her necklace, pulling it out from under her uniform, and I could see
a small key hanging from the end of it, "It was really satisfying locking
your pathetic dick up, after all those weeks of torturing us with your
tedious lectures."
She tucked the key back under her uniform and grabbed the paper I was
reading, the one that was so confusing but made so much sense after I
read it in front of her, before placing it on the floor. She then placed
her feet down on top of the pages and motioned for me to kneel down in
front of her. I realized what she wanted me to do, and began to reach
down to clean her cleats with my hands.
"No, no, no. Don't you remember how we clean my cleats? You need to put
on the polish first."
I blinked and then realized that I was doing it all wrong. I pulled my
panties down again and crawled forward so that my clitty was above her
feet. She pulled out her remote and jammed hard on the button, causing
the dildo to violently vibrate in my asspussy. My face contorted in pain
and pleasure as I felt my clitty react to the pleasure of the dildo
inside me, until minutes later I could feel an orgasmic explosion in my
body as my sissy juices leaked out of my clitty and onto her cleats. I
collapsed down to the ground and took a second to recover. I could see
my sissy juices coating the glass and dirt on her cleats and
instinctively knew what I had to do - I reached out with my tongue and
began licking her cleats clean, relishing the taste of my polish that
represented my devotion to her and the team and the taste of the dirt
that represented the effort she put on the field.
After licking her shoes clean for several minutes, I heard her drop a pen
by my head. I looked up at her and she smiled expectantly at me. Of
course, how could I forget? She lifted her feet from the paper and
pushed the pages toward me.
I grabbed the pen and wrote: "A+ to my favorite student!" I wasn't sure
what the assignment was supposed to be, but I'm flattered that she
decided to write about me!
I looked up and saw that she was already starting to leave my office. I
felt slightly disappointed until I noticed that there was another student
standing at the door with a smile on her face. I watched as she handed
the remote to the new girl and said, "Aren't we lucky to have a professor
who has such generous office hours?"
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I tried to fix the formatting on this one by contextualizing the "essay"
into the rest of the story. I also added a few more bits to try to
better explain what is happening in the transformation. Hopefully it
makes sense now!
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