It was like our special toy. Just for us. At least I think it’s just for us. I can’t imagine the other, older teachers standing for this.He put th... paddle down with a thud, wood hitting the wooden table, making me jump.While I stared at the paddle, he walked up to me and ran his fingers through my hair, down my back and onto my ass with a pat. I placed my hands on his desk and bit my lip.He stood behind me and bent down. I knew what was coming. I always liked this part! He grabbed the hem of my. Little makeupremained. Sandra removed to cuffs and gag so I could repair the damageto my face. I had whisker burn and a bloody nose to fix up. My lips werechapped and tingling. My voice was soft and sultry from all the cum inmy vocal cords. Instead of feeling sick and abused I was strangely calmand realized I had been missing my place in life.On my knees providingoral services. I?m a cockucking sissy, faggot, peter puffer, nancyboy. Idon?t enjoy the rough stuff and would want someone gentle to. She confessed that she had spent days on the beach getting hornier by the hour as she lay fixated and dreaming of what might be under each bikini that passed by her lounger. We had a pretty frank exchange and I explained my own sexuality to her. I was essentially bi in that I had slept with both women and men but that I was moving closer and closer to being solely interested in women. As we talked I could feel myself squirming on the chair as we swapped sex stories and I could feel my cheeks. We went to a Goodwill store and bought nearly matching dresses and shoesand from there to a department store to purchase the lingerie.All of the plan was coming together and I was never so excited eitherbefore or since. The prospect of doing the whole female thing, totallycrossdressed from my red polished toenails and shaved legs to my curlyhead along with makeup, jewelry, perfume, and heels etc. was beyond themoon. When we got back to my apartment we began to put it all together.My girlfriend.