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PHILOSOPHY CAUSED A VERY NEW OUTLOOK ON LIFE Entering the halls of a very large two-year college, I find myself mystified by the fact that I'm here at all. The hustle and bustle of students signing up for their quarter classes and achieving schedules that make sense, would be daunting if I didn't have youth on my side. The lines are extremely long and noisy. Friends once again in close proximity, after the summer break are catching up with one another and discussing classes that are still available. The pamphlets containing available classes and prerequisites were being turned every direction and highlighted adding to the noise. Standing in line, I select what classes and times I would prefer. When I get to the window, half of my chosen classes were already taken. The first three hours of my schedule worked so I signed up for those, then I headed to the cafeteria to sit and come up with the remainder of my schedule. When I finally reached the window again, I had many first picks and backups that I could live with. I was able to get all of my classes but one. Thank God, the person that I happened to end up offered up an acceptable alternative. This saved me at least another hour and half of standing in line. I could go home now; it's already been a long day. Standing on an ever expanse of terrazzo and the constant noise of large crowds all waiting to nail down what they needed to advance their higher education, had started to wear on me. Instead, I decided to locate my classes in order to save myself a rush when the time came. While presumably, everyone else there was into their higher education, I was there to make up a semester of high-school classes that due to some reason unknown to me, was unattainable from my last school. My transcripts would not be sent. Somehow my parents and sister had some grievance with the school and I apparently was getting the shaft. I could not graduate on time if I didn't take these courses. Although this could have been a real negative, as it turns out a few good things came from this situation. I could have just taken the classes that I already had and didn't get credit for, but I opted to challenge myself and move on. I was taking classes that were a little more advanced than what was offered at, in my opinion a better than average public high school. And as it turns out these classes also counted towards my college education. You literally could, if you knew, be a third of the way through your college education by the time you graduated high school. Many of these classes overlapped. Calculus, finally math makes sense. Where I struggled with algebra, calculus explains why and doesn't leave everything to memorize. Chemistry is so interesting. On the first day our teacher shows a film on the chemistry of making a sword. Fascinating, I'm completely hooked, that is until I realize he is probably the worst teacher that I will ever encounter. He graded on a curve and being somewhat of a smart ass that I was, when the final came around, I signed my name and handed in a blank test. "Are you sure you want to do this?" was his surprised response. "Yes." And I handed him my blank test. I ended up getting seventy five percent on that test. No one was able to answer more than twenty five percent correctly. It was his rules and he abided by them. The first couple of tests that I took didn't relate to anything that we had previously covered. This is when I learned to ask older students who was good and who to avoid. I learned quite a bit about navigating the college level institution. At a large facility and taking tenure into the calculation, it is probable that the range of teachers' qualities will vary greatly. My next syllabus would hopefully be much better. When I took the time at the next registration to enter the cafeteria and skip the long lines temporarily, I ended up with a much better collegian experience. This I accomplished by seeking out older students and asking about the teachers. If they were bad, every student would chorus too "not take that teacher." After which, students having good experiences would quietly offer up recommendations. This is how I ended up in Dr. Epstein's class, Philosophy 101. Dr. Epstein obviously had a thing for Albert Einstein. His poster on the blackboard behind him was a dead giveaway. The hair and mustache were uncanny for the comparison he obviously relished. He seemed to be a long- lost brother to the physicist due to the physical attributes he displayed as a live individual residing in close proximity to the poster of the man himself. He was exceedingly tall and gangly in appearance, but what really drew my attention was that when he put his hand in his lap, it completely covered the whole length of it. His fingers didn't dangle off the other side of his thigh but they were close. On the first day of class he gave some background of himself. He explained that in philosophy that if we want to know how many teeth a horse has, we will reason it out. A scientist or a lay man would probably count them but that would involve looking a gift horse in the mouth. I didn't quite get the joke but I appreciated the effort. The other tidbits he informed us was that an automobile is basically a rolling ashtray and his efforts to breed Himalayan cats was short lived as his stock animal purchased ended up with feline leukemia. This was a very likable individual. The first day saw fresh students right out of high school or shortly removed and almost all of them seemed inhibited. I am not and raised my hand. Calling on me after I informed him of my name he said, "Yes, what do you want to know?" What I was curious about was how he became a philosophy teacher. He was only too glad to explain his history of higher education, taking class after class in philosophy, until basically there was nothing left to take. He asked his professors, "What was next?" They told him it was now time to teach. "Wait, wait," I exclaimed without raising my hand. "Your whole education is conceptualized around how to think and you never once thought about what you would do with your education." I could not help but ask the obvious. While the class looked on in horror for some reason, Dr. Epstein capitulated that, "Yes, he could appreciate the irony that I had zoomed in on." He further asked his class if anyone else had any questions. He however did have an appreciative smirk on his face recognizing that a student may challenge him in the near future. Another student wanted to know how we would be graded as there didn't seem to be any tests. Dr. Epstein let everyone know that the honor system was alive and well and at the end of his class each student will grade themselves. This was truly a no pressure environment. A few classes later, Dr Epstein did seem to be drawn to students that had a religious background, me in particular. He had posed a question of evolution versus creation. I took the bait, being young and very sure of myself. Raising my hand and being called on, I posed the scenario, "given the existence of God, wouldn't it be prudent to believe that we are discovering how his creation works? And things did not need to be mutually exclusive?" Firstly, he commended me on putting parameters on the discussion and proceeded to inform the class he wanted others to chime in. The discussion ended up being very lively and enjoyable. It did really emphasize how limited my short time on this earth has been. If I had a wealth of knowledge and experience this conversation probably could have been very inspiring, as it was it brought to the forefront how limited my experience and knowledge was. As a female Muslim chimed in her two cents our teacher informed the class that if he was to capitulate the existence of God his leanings would be towards the Muslim belief. He then expressed his theory to our existence. I did ask that wouldn't it be safer "to believe than to take the agnostic or atheist approach?" His own smart-ass thoughts were revealed in that what he would be asked to give up may not be worth it and furthermore sinners are way more fun after he has met many "righteous people." He did have his own theory for creation. What he alluded too, was that God was smoking a cigar, which was the sun, and when the earth that was contained in the wrapper met, it would be lights out for us. Again, without raising my hand, I informed him he was way off base. He was the one that now took the bait. "Oh, do you have a different take on the creation?" Obviously, he was expecting me to spew forth a Baptist rendition of fact believed. He was about to be delighted in that nothing was further from the truth. "God is a preteen and we are a very expensive sea monkey kit sitting on his bedroom dresser. When he discovers girls, we will be dried up DNA stuck to the sides of a plastic piece of crap that made some otherworldly executive rich beyond imagination. It sucks to be a sea monkey." I've never seen him god smacked before. I really did enjoy this response. The rest of the class didn't seem to react at all but there was a moment there that was vindicating. He seemed proud that I left everything behind and came out of left field. Maybe, I was growing internally. One of my classmates, unbeknownst to myself, had pulled out her phone recognizing that the teacher and myself were going to get into an elevated conversation, possibly. Dr. Epstein then proposed a question that was way beyond left field. "What if you and your sister were to discover that you enjoy sexual partners that are very similar to each other, and then act on it?" "Oh, my fucking God." Yes, I verbalized this profanity. Immediately I was called on and asked "If I had a problem with this and was it due to societies' expectations and norms?" He probably wanted to turn the tables on me after making him pause earlier. This was not for revenge but was a challenge. He was no small individual. I sat quietly for a moment and then informed him that "he was mistaken, and yes, incest does bother me. But where my true objection comes from is a darker place." Again, his curiosity, got the better of him. "Please explain then Jason." "What you do not understand is a simple concept. My sisters are exceedingly ugly." The class went nuts and the Philosophy teacher sat there with an extremely amused look on his face. If I had stopped there it would have been so much easier for me. But I did not stop. "If I shaved my legs and threw on a dress, some makeup, a little perfume, you could stand us up at the local dance hall and I would be chosen every time." Not only did I say such degrading things to punctuate my point my face showed that I meant it. The video captured by my classmate was entered up to you tube and immediately became a sensation. The damn thing seemed to be flawless in her capturing of it. Without any editing, it was like a high-quality low budget Hollywood short film. Clearly this showed a pretentious student enjoying a bantering session with a willing teacher. All of this is not a problem unless my family catches wind of my antics. CHAPTER TWO "Laughing stocks, is what we are." My greeting at home lets me fully understand that my innuendos are not appreciated. My sisters were shown the video. "Relax everybody, it was just a joke to get at my professor." He certainly enjoyed the joke. "235,000 views are not a joke." And that was just in the first hour. Shortly, when my mother gets home, I will be taken to task. I went to my bedroom and hope for a reprieve. It was not to come. In my defense, I did not know I was being recorded. Twenty-three students and the teacher were just an enjoyable twist, joined with a bad joke. Upon returning home my mother demands my presence in the family living room. There set up on the smart tv is the inexplicably well-made unedited video of my hateful proclamations. Things are getting out of hand as I'm told to go into the bathroom and shave every inch of body hair from my existence. When I return, I'm sent back to do a more complete job or Vickey will be joining me. This is something that I don't want. I don't want to shave parts not normally shaved and I especially don't want one of my sisters joining me. The second effort I did an admirable job on shaving my body. Completely shaved I come into my family's existence wearing a robe. They have me sit and add polish to all of my nails. Pantyhose is soon slid up my legs, and I dare say I like the feeling. A slip is let fall over my head and lands in place. I'm feeling really vulnerable and wonder when they will have extracted their revenge and have been placated. Apparently not until I'm completely dressed. Perfume is added at a disgustingly large rate. Then the makeup starts. They are intent on making me look as foolish as they can. My nasty display was now out for the world to see and they wanted revenge. If I could I would have that video removed but it will not happen at this point. The amount of makeup was disturbingly heavy but unfortunately looked really good. Now my legs encased in this wonderful suntan pantyhose covered by a full slip and sporting glamorous makeup and smelling like a girl, I was to step into 4" heels. Even without looking into a mirror, I knew I looked good. The dress came next with a purse, the doorbell rang and in walked my beautiful girlfriend. Abby, a gorgeous redhead, she was two years older than me but we did jive. As my sisters fitted the dress of choice over my head, they were shimming this dress over the last of my exposed thighs. Abby was brought up short. She stood there silently taking in what was happening. Abby announced "I think I need to know what is going on." My eldest sister pushed play and Abby seemed to enjoy the bizarre circumstance that Jason suddenly found himself in. Abby summed up, in her thoughts, what had transpired and the abject failure that was soon to follow in Jason's family's plan. Unfortunately, most jokes that are humorous are based in some percentage of fact. Abby was a quick study and a piece maker, she sought some method, now fully understanding this conundrum, to situation could go way out of hand due to the serious aspects attached to it. "Ok everyone let's get a group picture." Abby had suggested but as the group came together my mother didn't want to take the picture. Her plan had not worked. It may have embarrassed Jason, but he was indeed way better looking as a female than his three older sisters were. His new facade was very realistic and at a level that his sisters will never achieve. The mother and sisters had wanted to take Jason out to further embarrass him, now understood that they were going to be the objects of ridicule. Abby reading the room, offered to take Jason out dancing. Further she suggested that she could get some recordings that could be used to make things even. Nothing over the top but hopefully just the right amount to balance the scales as it were. Minus Jason, the room was unanimous. "Come on Jason, it is going to be fun." She guided an unsure Jason to a full-length mirror, where he saw a pleasant looking girl ready for a night out. Abby alluded to the fact that although he meant no harm, he probably needed to do something to make up for his antics. His three older sisters were nodding their heads looking a little like performing seals, but their eyes did seem to relay that this would go a long way towards forgiveness. Abby took Jason in hand and brought him to her car. She played the perfect gentleman and opened her door for him. This night would be interesting. Abby didn't understand but the attraction was twofold. She was attracted to what was presented in front of her and the power she now wielded over a confused individual. He was precious. Not only did she really like her boyfriend, she believed she was starting to have real feelings towards him. This appears to be an added bonus. She was going to see this through to its end. While she drove to the local bar by the college, she wondered if her dating someone two years younger had anything to do with her feelings. Two good looking girls had no trouble getting inside. Being shown to a high top next to the dance floor, they were on high display. Abby really enjoyed her nervous little friend and all of the free drinks that were being sent to their table. This night was going to be interesting indeed. And dance they did. Abby really wanted to dance with her new girlfriend but their dance card was filled this evening. Jason thanked his lucky stars that this was a younger crowd and just dancing with a cute girl was enough. Some of his dance partners made slightly inappropriate hand positions but all in all it was just dancing. When one of his partners got a little too aggressive, Abby cut in. She really is something, Jason thought. He started to let Abby know that he felt his comeuppance should be winding down and his feet certainly were. After many hours of getting used to the new clothes and footwear Jason actually became comfortable in his new persona. As they were about to leave, Susy came up to this good-looking duo. "Hi Jason," was all she said as he turned to look at her. "Just wanted to make sure," as she patted her cell phone. "Susy, do you have any idea how much trouble you got me into?" Susy responded, "By the looks of you all dressed up, I would guess plenty. But do you know how many likes I got. It's astounding." "By the way, you are going to look so beautiful on the next installment. I never would have guessed that you would make such a hot chick." Then she gave two kisses on each cheek, proclaiming, "Welcome to the sisterhood my little internet star." Jason was upset but didn't see what he could do. Abby told him not to worry she had a method of making it up to him. Abby now brought her new "girlfriend" back home. Not Jason's home, but hers. The amount of alcohol consumed between the two and she felt more comfortable with an uber. She led Jason to the couch and asked him to leave his outfit on including his high heels. Going into the kitchen while grabbing her phone she dialed Jason's mother. She wanted to know everything and did she get some footage. Abby informed his mother the basic outline of how the evening progressed and yes, she has some acceptable footage of her son in drag making good on his penance. Now the part that Abby was a little nervous about informing her date's mother. "We have had some alcohol, so we hired an uber back to my place." "Yes, I know he is underage and I probably should have asked before, but I think it better if Jason spends the night. Yes, sorry about that. He was a really good sport about everything." Jason's mother was upset about the alcohol, but not excessively so. She seemed more interested if the family's harmony being restored shortly. Abby now had her boyfriend/girlfriend for the night. What would they do? She brought a chilled chardonnay in the appropriate stem ware and handed one to her date. It seemed to enhance the scene having the additional prop. She really liked how things were progressing. Today had started off in such a normal mundane way, to now find herself in control of a situation that she had looked for on occasion but had always come up short, was simply a miracle. This is something she did not want to mess up. Every time the relationship advanced to a sexual nature, her needs were rebuffed and in some cases her "love" at the time would ridicule her. Now as she was starting to need a more physical relationship Jason was delivered to her in the cutest little package. She was already wet in anticipation. Jason was not a big fan of the wine and carefully set the fragile glass down on the end table. He was afraid he would spill it and have more embarrassments heaped upon his small shoulders. He didn't have to worry about any further embarrassments this evening. As he set the glass down, he noticed his painted fingernails looking much the same as the wine. His shaved arms giving way to strange feelings coming from the makeup that he could taste on his face and legs covered in tantalizing material with feet held at angles that were foreign to him. The smell of the strong perfume, all of his senses were being overloaded. If he had been left to his own devises a second longer, he would have started divesting everything from himself. Abby downed her favorite wine and sat exceeding close to the object of her desire. Suddenly Jason's thighs were receiving special attention followed shortly by passionate kisses to his ears and neck. Abby knew he was exceedingly sensitive there. Long manicured fingernails were stroking his pantyhose covered legs. Goosebumps were traveling down his spine. Suddenly his high heels came slightly off the floor as his toes pointed in response to Abby's ministrations followed by his legs automatically crossing in a ladylike gesture. Taking his chin gently in her hand while still exploring his legs, Abby looked deep into his eyes. There were two things she wanted to know. Was her boyfriend enjoying what they were doing and was he the victim of too much alcohol. Yes and no in order of wondering. She leaned in for a lipstick melding kiss that she so enjoyed and hoped he would never want it any other way. When they parted their lips stuck ever so slightly together as they disengaged a very passionate kiss. Abby stood up and informed Jason that she was going to slip into something more comfortable. Jason wanted to follow but Abby informed him that "yes he was going to get lucky tonight but it will be on the couch." When he gave a questioning look, Abby informed him that she wanted to be truthful when she informed his mother that Jason stayed on the couch all night." Returning in a green silk nightgown, his beautiful redhead was more than he could ever imagine. He no longer thought of what Susy was going to do with the recording of all of his dancing with a plethora of guys. He was interested in only what lay ahead. The problem is that Jason is a virgin. He had heard many stories of conquest but true or not none included a how-to description. A very demure Jason, looking like a very innocent girl about to be deflowered, informed the woman he believed he loved that "I do not know what I'm doing." Abby truly started to have deep feelings for this honest, intelligent and caring individual. She wanted to test out the "caring" part first. "I'll teach you everything you need to know; we have all night." She pulled him to his feet and brought him into the bathroom. There she took off his pantyhose and headed to her dresser. When she returned, she wrapped a garter belt on him and then showed him how to put on the stockings. Stepping back into "his shoes," she led him to the sink. There she washed his pleasantly large penis. Before heading back to the couch, she paused at the large mirror and let the image of the two of them soak in. "Wouldn't you rather me be dressed normal for this?" Jason inquired. "First of all, you don't have any clothes here. And secondly these clothes are much more sensual. So, no I wouldn't rather have you any other way right now." She had positioned him on the couch as she answered his question. Seeing that he needed a pillow behind his lower back to make everything comfortable, she retrieved it and moved him a little to the center of the couch. With Jason in position, she knelt down on the rug in front of the couch while pushing his legs wide apart. She liked this picture and intended to save it deep in her mind for latter consumption. Jason was sat up straight; legs wide apart with his high heels posed as any model might be flat on the floor revealing very good- looking legs and a very high arch in his instep. For the moment his taffeta skirt portion of his dress covered her object of desire. She started using her nails on his now stocking clad legs. The quivering of his inner thighs brought knowledge as where to rub and scrape at. When she flipped up his skirt, she simultaneously took both hands scraping his inner thighs with her acrylic nails. Then she tentatively licked the head of his virgin penis. Taking it slowly into her mouth she squeezed his thighs for emphasis. Slowly she increased the suction being applied to his member while slowly bobbing her head up and down. Knowing his inexperience, she did not stimulate him for long. When she stopped, he was a quivering excited mess? He did not understand why she had stopped and was quite frankly ready to spout some rude conjectures that would have ruined the mood. She informed him that his rock hard and now probably painful erection would not have lasted much longer. She was not willing to have a quicky this night. It was his turn to reciprocate. She lay down on the couch and guided him where to lay and what to do to bring pleasure to his lover. The promise of the joy of giving while feeling all of the foreign sensations from his new garb and the ultimate goal of achieving intercourse was a strong motivator. Not to mention his new understanding of "blue Balls." Abby really enjoyed her time teaching her sexy little nymph this new art. She/he was a good student. Abby could not stand it any longer and now invited her cross-dressed lover to enjoy his efforts thus far. He was truly a little larger than expected. This made Abby feel like a virgin once again. Jason was a keeper. He didn't last long and Abby was not expecting him to be able to be a race horse right out of the gate. Surprisingly though, she could not have considered it premature ejaculation. A little training and Jason might just be a perfect lover. He might be a smart ass at times but that was clearly better than a dumb ass (she had dated a few of those). He was a giving individual with a great moral compass. An open mind, a zest for life and knowledge and Jason looked really very good as a female. They lay there snuggling for a while and then decided to call it a night. Abby unzipped his dress and removed his shoes. Giving one last kiss, she headed for her bedroom. When the morning comes, she will know if Jason is the one. CHAPTER THREE Jason woke with a start, conceptually he knew what happened but he had just woken up and he was in a strange place and dressed in a fashion he never thought of before. Then it came back to him, he was about to be the star of phase two of the Jason freak show. Susy had every intention of profiting off his current situation. Not only that but, he was no longer a virgin. The way he was dressed was not in any fantasy about this event, that he so looked forward too. He had lost his virgin status but it was dressed as a girl. Suddenly he wanted nothing but to escape his feminine garb. The girl that he lost his virginity to was a girl of his dreams however it happened in a way that didn't compute. It was not as it was supposed to be. He was not even sure it counted. "Bacon and eggs, the best for a hangover," his very energized girlfriend announced. They were delicious, Jason didn't know if they helped but there was a wholesome aspect to their consumption. A quick uber drive to pick up Abby's car and he was dropped off at home. Abby kissed her boyfriend and let him know that she thought he was something special. The look on his face was one she recognized with past boyfriends, just before they broke up with her. She really did think that things had gone well, now she wasn't too sure. Leaving her boyfriend to face his family on his own, she pulled away and reflected on her place in this universe. Tears formed thinking she may have lost her one true chance at happiness. Was there something wrong with her and what would she do if Jason left from her life? She might be two years older but with no guidance she was a little lost herself. Entering his house, Jason was greeted by guilty looking siblings. A grateful Jason was glad this episode was over but then he realized there was more to the story. Susy's posting had again gone viral. The comments were that his sisters were no where near as ugly as he had eluded too, but yes, he was just the sexiest thing ever. The girls around him were fellow patrons and not his sisters. "When would he get the sex-change he obviously needed to complete?" On and on they went, over a million views. Offers of marriage or being a kept woman in the French tradition. Simply he stated, "I hope you now feel we are even." Hugs and apologies were forthcoming. Jason would be ok. What he didn't know if he could be ok with Abby. Things had taken a strange turn. He really liked her, maybe even had the beginnings of loved her, but there was no doubt that she had some issues of her own. He needed to be a "man" right now and proceeded to confirm that yes it was just clothes. Abby called and Jason didn't answer right away. He had wondered if the age difference was a problem. Two years isn't much but when you are young it is huge. He missed Abby, but wondered if something was unnatural about their relationship. One thing is for sure he would never forget her or her tutelage. A sexy young woman that took his virginity could not have been any more appreciated. A kind patient teacher, a woman that he cared for deeply, what was he thinking? Calling Abby, Jason confirmed a simple date. It was a tense meeting. Both parties had issues to resolve. The nervousness could only be contributed to the fact that both of these individuals greatly cared for each other. Dinner and a movie didn't leave lot of time to discuss anything. They were both comforted that they really did enjoy each other's company. Now that it was understood that they wanted to be together they needed a little time to work out the issues at hand. As far as either one understood, their wants and desires didn't strictly fall in societies expectations. At a young age you want to fit in and it is a large hardship to accept that you don't. If happiness is on the other side however should it matter? Jason was helped by returning to Philosophy class. In this environment altruistic thought patterns were encouraged. Susy was strangely missing from class. The school had not come down on her for invasion of privacy, she simply had started a career from my inexplicable YouTube success. A lively debate in class about my current situation cleared the air for myself. It boiled down to the happiness of two individuals was paramount to what society expected. Abby and Jason were a steady item from then on. She still had her reservations but Jason cleared up a lot of them.