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I've just finished the next installment of this story. If you missed
any of the previous installments, they're available on the posts
archive for members of the mailing lists it's posted to, on
http://www.deja.com (do a search on alt.sex.stories.moderated), or
may still be available on alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories,
or alt.sex.stories.tg.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature,
and is not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or
magic that may be broken within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Avatar, pt. 26
Clarence stood outside the professor's house, practically smelling of
anxiety. Over the last couple hours he had come up with a variety of
explanations for what he had been caught at, but all of them rang
hollow, sounding like stupid excuses even to his own ears. Besides,
when she had ordered him to show up tonight, it didn't seem like he
was going to be explaining anything. He had been caught red handed
spying on the professor and Doctor Cole in the midst of their love
play, and now it was time to pay the piper.
He supposed he could refuse; it was his word against theirs. Problem
was, their word could bury him. Amber Cole was on the board of
directors and Patricia Abbott was one of the most esteemed professors
in the school. He, as an above average grad student, had nothing.
He could make a stink about their sexual orientation. Many of the
more conservative elements of the board and the alumni supporters
would object to having two lesbians on staff, but more liberal
elements and social pressures would keep it from becoming a
significant issue. No, Clarence decided that whatever professor
Abbott had planned for tonight, he'd just have to accept it, no
matter what.
He was still contemplating things when the hour alarm on his watch
went off, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. He knocked on
the door, and professor Abbott opened it. Seeing her, he nearly came
in his pants. She was dressed in a robe, underneath which was a
wispy, lacy teddy, stockings, and, he assumed, a garter belt,
although only the straps under the robe (which barely covered her
crotch) were visible. Her massive bosom seemed ready to explode from
both robe and lingerie, and he was barely able to tear his eyes away
when she said, "Right on time. Good. I hate to be kept waiting.
Come in."
Without waiting, professor Abbott turned and went into her house.
Clarence wasted no time following, closing the door behind him. He
followed her into the living room where doctor Cole, dressed the same
as earlier, was waiting comfortably on the couch. As soon as he
entered the room, she lifted a video camera and pointed it at him.
He asked, "What's that for?"
Professor Abbott said, "To record our activities tonight."
"But-"
Professor Abbott turned on him. "Clarence! You were caught spying
on me and my lover in a moment of privacy, so understand this.
Tonight you have two options: obedience or departure. You do what I
want, or you get out and take your chances with the consequences.
Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. First order, for the rest of the evening, you will address me
as Mistress Patricia."
"Yes, Mistress Patricia."
"Good. Now get undressed." When he hesitated, looking over to the
camera, Patricia gave him a stern, "Clarence!" He gave a dejected
sigh and removed his external clothes. As he removed his pants,
Patricia was pleased to note his shaved legs, remembering that
Clarence was a swimmer and probably shaved his legs for that. When
he was wearing nothing more than his boxers, he stopped, but she
said, "Those too." He briefly considered backing out, but decided on
obedience and pulled his boxers down. He looked at the women,
expecting amazement. Hard, he was ten inches long, and even when he
was soft he had a sizable member. But neither woman reacted. As far
as he could tell, if he had had a twenty inch dick, they could've
cared less.
Patricia nodded at the pile of clothes and said, "Fold those neatly."
Clarence thought it a strange command, but quickly obeyed. After he
was finished, she picked up his clothes and said, "Last chance to
back out. After this, the only way you'll be getting your clothes
back before the end of the evening is to beg for them." Clarence
gulped, but remained silent until Patricia took the clothes into
another room.
When she returned, she was carrying a couple big grocery bags. She
set them down on the coffee table, pulled out and handed him a pair
of lacy, white panties. "Put these on." He seemed about to protest,
but from the look on her face, he knew it would be a waste. He
stepped into the panties and pulled them up around his crotch. She
then reached into the bag and pulled out a box, set it beside the bag
on the table, opened it up, and pulled out a breastform and a small
spray bottle. He guessed by the size of the box that there was
another breastform inside it. Patricia took the breastform she had
and sprayed its back liberally from the bottle. She pressed it to
his chest and said, "Hold it there." Clarence held the breastform
while she pulled out another and sprayed it as she had its twin. She
pressed it to the other side of his chest and Clarence held it
without being ordered. She stood and watched for a while. After
about 30 seconds, she said, "You can let go now." He let go and the
breastforms sagged, but didn't drop from his chest. She reached
into a bag and pulled out a bra, lacy and white to match the panties
he was wearing. She handed it to him and said, "Put this on."
He looked at her and plaintively whined, "Please."
With a dispassionate glance, she asked, "Do you want to go? You know
what to do." Clarence seemed on the verge of saying something but
remained silent. She nodded at the bra and he slipped into it. He
tried to connect the straps in back, but lacked the dexterity to
accomplish it on his own. Patricia took his hands and guided them to
where he could hook the bra himself.
She reached into the bag again and pulled out a garter belt. She put
it on him, he standing there too stunned to say or do anything. She
pulled out a stocking "egg" and removed the contents within. She had
him sit down and carefully instructed him on how to don the
stockings. He obeyed, but was confused at what it was that the two
women were going to do with him.
The last thing she pulled out of the bag was a pair of shoes. It was
a simple, white pair with low heels. She gave them to Clarence and
waited for him to put them on, after which, she had him stand and
walk around until he as able to do so without fear of falling over.
As she took the empty bags and tucked them behind the couch, Clarence
asked, "Now what?"
Patricia grinned. "Now I teach you to be what your appearance
implies." Clarence wondered what that meant until Patricia had him
spend an hour learning how to walk and move like a girl. The lessons
she worked him through had him acting suggestive without moving him
too far into slutty (not as easy as it sounds since he was wearing
nothing but lingerie and heels). After an hour, she said, "Now it's
time to learn to enjoy what your appearance implies."
"What's that mean?"
She yanked him to her and plastered her mouth to his. He tried to
wrap his arms around her, but she stopped him, taking his arms and
pushing them together behind his back. She held him in that
submissive posture while she ravaged his mouth with her tongue. He
tried to get loose, but she showed a surprising strength as she held
him while he squirmed in grip.
When she stopped the kiss, he tried to say something, but she just
shushed him. She turned him around in her grip, then brought his
hands up to his "boobs" and had him roll them about a bit. Because
the breastforms were attached to his chest, he could feel them
tugging on him as he moved. He didn't even presume to think that it
was anything like what a real girl would feel as her breasts were
played with, but it was an erotic sensation, to him at least. She
slid her hands down his body and rubbed his cock through the silky
panties, getting an almost instantaneous reaction.
Her hands left his body. He turned his head to see what she was
doing and saw her remove the robe she was wearing. He could only see
her head and one breast and wanted to see more, but when he tried to
turn, she stopped him, saying, "No, no. Be a good girl and face
forward." He turned back, feeling her put her hands on his hips.
She leaned forward and he felt her massive boobs on his back. "Lean
forward, little girl. I need better access." He leaned forward and
felt her slide up closer to him. He felt the panties pulled down and
a pressure at his ass. Assuming it was a dildo, he felt a moment of
conflict. He felt he should probably object and stop this, but a
portion of him was both curious and excited over the concept of
getting fucked like a girl. Eventually, the latter part won out and
he leaned forward even further.
Her hands tightened on his hips and yanked him back, impaling his ass
and eliciting a loud moan. She leaned over and asked, "Does the
little girl like that?" He nodded, unable to speak, but Patricia
wasn't willing to let it go. As she slid in and out, she asked,
"What was that? Does little girl like this? Or does she want me to
stop?"
"No! Please, don't stop. Make a girl out of me. Make a woman out of me!"
Patricia smiled. "That's all I wanted to hear." She reached around
and rubbed his cock as she pounded in and out of his ass. Trapped as
it was within the panties, it kept him from coming as soon as he
might and he felt a little frustrated at that. Despite this,
Clarence felt the need for release rise, and it was only a little
while longer before he screamed in orgasm, coating the inside of his
panties in cum.
At the same time he came, Patricia came, but it wasn't until she
pulled out that he noticed the strange wetness leaking out of his
ass. He stood and turned to face Patricia, seeing her crotch for the
first time. He might've exploded at that point had Doctor Cole not
loudly cleared her throat, reminding him of both her presence and of
the video camera. Feeling trapped, he just looked away from all of
them.
Patricia calmly said, "I think that's enough. Time to get you ready
to go." Clarence only stood, stunned as Patricia reversed the
earlier process of getting him dressed. When he was naked, she went
into the other room and returned with his clothes. He quickly
dressed, then said, "Is that it, ma'am?"
"Go wait by the door."
After he left the room, Amber popped open the camera and handed the
tape within to Patricia, asking, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. This is the plan Aphrodite gave me."
"It's very risky."
"I know."
Patricia took the tape and walked out to the entryway. Seeing
Clarence waiting there, she handed it to him. "Here. It's the only
copy."
He stared at it, confused. Finally, he asked, "Why...?"
"Go to all this trouble, only to give you the ammo to destroy me?"
Clarence nodded. "Clarence, you could handle this a few different
ways. You could forget it all happened, destroy the tape, and we all
go on as if nothing happened. You could pretend nothing happened,
but keep the tape for personal amusement. You could take the tape to
the university's board of regents and destroy my professional
reputation for having sex with a student. Mind you, I won't be
blackmailed, so don't try. But there's one other option."
"What's that?"
"Take the tape home and keep it as your first lesson."
"Lesson in what?"
"In understanding women. If you're willing, I can teach you to
understand women by putting you in the place of one. Teaching you to
appear, act, dress, behave as a woman."
"You'll feminize me?"
"Not exactly. Feminizing a man is destroying his masculinity to
replace it with femininity. I will expand who you are to be as male
or female as you wish to be. After we get finished, you'll be as at
home at a fashion show as at a boxing match, you'll be as comfortable
in an evening gown as in a tuxedo, and you'll be equally conversant
on the subjects of makeup and jewelry as you are on wrestling and
beer."
"Why would I want that?"
"Tell me, Clarence, have you ever had problems with a relationship
because you didn't understand the woman, or she didn't understand
you? Have a problem because one of you made some slight that you
didn't understand was a slight to the other person?"
"A few." Truth was, most of his relationships had ended for just that reason.
"Well, when we get done, you won't have to worry about that. You'll
know what your girlfriend will be thinking because either you will
be or had been there at some point."
"Then why the sex?" he said, rubbing his butt.
"It's one of the major differences between women and men, what they
want in sex. Part of what you'll learn is being female in the sex
act. You'll learn to both receive sex and understand the need for
foreplay and after sex cuddling that a woman desires, if not actually
want it as well."
"Will I be expected to have sex with men?"
"No. I'm a lesbian and will train you to be one, too."
"What about doc Cole? Will she participate?"
"If she does, cheer. She's far more lez than I, so you'd have to be
very femme before she'd get involved."
Clarence looked at the tape and said, "I... don't know."
"I understand, and I'm not pressing you to make an immediate
decision. Go home, sleep on it, and get back to me." Without
another word, Clarence turned to leave. As he opened the door, she
said, "Clarence, if you do decide to destroy me, leave Amber, Doctor
Cole, out of it. I'll deny she was here, and you have no proof to
the contrary." Clarence nodded and left.
Patricia returned to her lover, who was now naked and wearing a
strap-on. "So will we see any more of our young snoop?"
"That's up to him and the goddess."
Amber took one breast and her dildo into her hands and stroked them.
"That's a worry for another day. Right now, I just want a good
blowjob before I ram this into your ass a few times."
Patricia wrapped her hand around the dildo. "With such a sweet
offer, how could I refuse?" She stroked the fake penis for a bit.
Just before she went to her knees, Elijah started fussing in the
bedroom. Patricia turned and went to the bedroom, pulling Amber by
the dildo, saying, "Motherly duties call. Come watch."
"Geez, you know what watching you feed Elijah does to me. Are you
trying to drive me nuts with lust?"
"Of course. All the better to get ravaged later."
Amber looked to the sky and, pretending upset, said, "You did a great
job with Patricia, but did you have to make her such a tease?"
At his apartment, Clarence stared at the tape, thinking of professor
Abbott's offer. Could she do what she said? Would it really help
him understand women? He finally put the tape in the VCR and
replayed it, going over his lessons as they replayed in front of him.
It didn't feel the same in men's clothes or even in the nude, as he
eventually went to, but he stuck with it. He decided that if he
could somehow gain with some girl a fraction of what professor Abbott
and doctor Cole shared, it'd be worth it.
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