Nathaniel Heathton had dreams of writing a best-seller ground breaking book on psychoanalysis. As life would have it instead he found himself head professor of the community college’s psychology department. It wasn’t a bad existence he was tenured and he did enjoy the young hot looking coed’s who’d come by looking for ways to improve their grades.
Lately ‘Prof Nat’ couldn’t help but think how good looking Tommy was becoming. He’d never been attracted to another male and certainly never thought of having sex with one either. When the 26 year old first started working for him he’d had the look of a scruffy vagabond hipster yet things had changed during the past year.
Pleasing the board of regents was one of his focuses he knew staying on the right side of them would have him keeping his high salaried position for a long time. When Susan Raleigh came up with the idea to raise money by having a charity event he fully supported it.
The fact that it would be a beauty pageant with males being dressed in evening gowns or the like was intriguing in its own way. Agreeing to organize the event he’d heard of plenty of other colleges around the country doing it and raising lots of money from having a women-less beauty contest for 21 years or older males.
Tommy walked out Friday night after work with Professor Nat going over the particulars of the festivities.
“You know tomorrow being Saturday Tommy we should have you come over to my home and we can finalize some of the details. I’ve really been impressed with your organizational skills it makes me think you’d make for a quality secretary.”
Tommy could feel Nate’s eyes roam down his body that was taking on a new more shapelier look. The smoothness of it giving him reason Professor Nate was certain Tommy no longer needed to shave his face like he once had when first working for him.
“Do you dp yoga or something Tommy maybe it’s your diet yet you seem to really be conscious about eating healthy and keeping a trim figure.”
“Thank you sir…you know I live with my aunt Selena and she is helping me learn how to tone my body.”
“Well whatever you’re doing keep it up and your hair…it’s nice…. I like how you’re growing it long these days…some do it yet it doesn’t look good but yours does. So how about it? Shall we say you come by in the morning round ten? We’ll keep it casual.”
Tommy struggled with whether he should put on a hint of foundation he’d grown so use to being in makeup and lingerie under his feminine day-wear around Selena and Susan yet decided against.
Standing on the front porch he looked at the text that let him know Nate would be home shortly from his run. Wanting to sit Tommy pulled the fanny-pack to the side when he saw the swing. Resting at his feet as he sat on the porch-swing the small decorative picnic basket looked like a cute purse of sorts. Inside was 6 blueberry muffins he’d made fresh that morning.
Just then Nate turned the corner before running up his drive way drenched in sweat he stopped and put both hands on his hips catching his breath.
“Sorry running a little behind. I should have told you the door was open.”
“That’s ok Mr. Nate…geez I never realized how wide your shoulders are I can see you really keep yourself in good shape.”
Tommy could sense it Nate’s body its hairy chest glistening with perspiration made him feel a stirring between his legs.
“Here I brought these for you.’
Tommy had been worrying aware his breasts were starting to take shape he did his best to hide them under a brushed cotton camisole and loose fitting t-shirt while wearing a pair of yellow thong lace panties under his shorts.
“They smell fresh…did you bake these? I love muffins especially blueberry.’
“Yes …yes I did.”
Walking past the living room Nate pointed his finger.
“Some the guys have dropped off their evening gowns or dresses for the womanless event. I’m not sure we should allow it yet a few have selected maid’s uniforms.”
“They all look so pretty.”
Tommy’s hand moved to push a few strands of hair behind his ear that had come loose from his ponytail. The act itself showed a gentleness on his part.
Inside the kitchen Nate finished the last of his Gatorade before speaking.
“I like working up a good sweat it really loosens my muscles. How ’bout you make some coffee or tea?”
The masculine appointed room had an oriental rug between the desk made of oak near the king-size bed. Laying the tray with two muffins on a plate and the cup of coffee on the treated wood of the desk Tommy turned to see Nate walking in after the shower taking his towel off. Naked he held the towel trying to finish drying his hair. The site of it making Tommy feel submissive at seeing a real cock he sat on the edge of the bed framed between the bedposts.
Comfortable in his nakedness Nate moved to collect the cup yet stopped near the desk that had the coffee and muffin. Standing near Tommy he decided to ask the question.
”You know I only see you with your hair back….what’s it look like when it’s not in a ponytail?”
His eyes looked at the muffins on the plate
“Those will taste nice. You good Muffin….”
The English translation means ‘a slip or blunder…an embarrassing remark’.
Prof Nate playfully slapped his head on the faux-pas of tripping over his own words.
“What I meant to say was those muffins will taste nice. You good at making coffee I see you like cream and put some in.”
Yet he’d seen it Tommy had what can only be described as feminine emotional reaction. A deep red crimson had risen to bring an attractive girlish blush on his cheeks on being called ‘muffin’.
Tommy’s response too was a bit of a faux pas coming out flustered he stumbled over his words while glancing at the semi-flacid penis of the attractive 42 year old.
“That’s Ok daddy…err I mean…its fine…oh I don’t know why I put it that way…it looks tasty…I mean oh I don’t know what I mean…”
The bedroom in the luxurious Colonial styled home suddenly became charged with sexual energy as the two watched Nate’s cock start to rise up stiff at being called ‘Daddy’.
Assertively the large 6’ 2” male reached his hand out touching Tommy’s hair.
“You don’t mind do you? Undo that ‘scrungy’ holding your hair back.”
Tommy’s eyes glued to the cock his hands reached back lifting the bottom of his t-shirt without realizing it. Peeking out along his thin waistline the lace trimmed edge of the colorful lemon-yellow thong he wore became exposed.
The professor’s assistant shook out the long hair letting it spill out gracefully along his shoulders. His fingers pitched-forked in creating some volume as they pulled away giving a flow to the pretty hair.
Nate dropped his hand pulling the t-shirt up more.
“Why you’re in panties and by the way I like hearing you call me daddy.”
One step closer brought his stiff cock nearer Tommy’s face every inch of the 6” piece was hard.
“Slip out of those shorts and t-shirt and camisole…you know I couldn’t help yet notice your choice of clothing you wear to work. Since you started it’s become much more feminine.”
The time for the ‘reveal’ was upon them. The panties pretty in their yellow color and embroidered lace edges would go well with what was on his chest. Lifted free the shirt and cami fell to the floor. His breasts looked to be making their way to a b-cup with the name necklace lace with ‘Yvette’ held centered on the silver chain adding to the feminine appearance of his chest.
The contrast distinct the hard, thick cock of Nate stuck straight out while Yvette’s thinner 4” piece like a chicklet breaking its shell gently pushed it self just past the panty waistband of the yellow thong.
The sight of the cock so near made Tommy stick the tip of his tongue out and run it along wetting his lips. Seeing it up close now reminded him why His Domina’s Susan and Selena had had him practice sucking on dildo’s.
The act sensual on its own left a wet glimmer on them. Woman know it trans girls have learned it yet most Cd’s don’t realize the constant use of lipstick leaves behind color from the origin dye that sets in permanently. They’ll go about their day and draw looks from adult females who know like them they have been using lipstick.
Nate thought they looked sexy as hell when Tommy lifted them out into a pout.
“Go ahead ask ‘Yvette’…say daddy can I touch your cock?”
Unconsciously Tommy gave a wiggle to his breasts and a shake of his hair. Nate let his hand hold under the chin of the mid-20 male he’d just discovered was turning Trans.
His thumb slipped into the mouth of Yvette acting as a phallic surrogate designed to highlight Yvette’s submissiveness. Smiling in an alpha amusement kind of way the large male slid it in an out over the lips until he heard Yvette whimpering.
Yvette was hit with both a submissive feeling and an estrogen rush flowing through him. It felt as though the two were linked together.
The thumb in Yvette's mouth Nate’s fingers underneath were used to guide the pretty boy turning girly to his knees on the carpet. Right it off to feminine vanity with Yvette smiling looking up at Nate he unzipped the fanny-pack pulling out a travel sized makeup bag.
“Oh you girls…you do care so much about your looks….sure baby it turns me on to see a woman use her lipstick and touch up her makeup.”
In no time flat Yvette’s face took on color and allurement. He finished like most females by flicking the wand curling his lashes up and out made thick with dark mascara.
Nate watched as the soft skin of Yvette’s hands settled on his thick muscled thighs looking up the words came out raising the sexuality in the room even higher.
“Daddy can I please touch your cock.”
"Yes baby...be a good girl...and treat it right."
While his mouth moved to slip the cock past his glistening lips he touched a pair of male balls for the first time as well. 2, 3 4 times up and down the shaft Yvette pulled back lifting his chin slightly. Some precum mixed with saliva sticking to his lips and the cock made for a bridge of sorts linked by fluids.
“Ohhh eewwww your cock…it tastes so good.”
Yvette felt so feminine going back to suck the hardness some more. Effortlessly Nate picked the budding trans girl up and positioned her on the bed. On hands and knees Yvette discovered just how submissive one feels being on all fours. For the male being turned trans it was a declaration of acceptance that said 'I'm yours to do with as you please...leave behind your cream as a sign my pussy is bringing you pleasure'.
The daily toning, the lessons at ‘Tranqulity Yoga’ on how to achieve flexibility and fluidity, the dieting healthy in all aspects Yvette shook her ass anticipating it becoming the focal point.
One finger of Nate’s slipped in wet with lube a 2nd joined it as the two set about to expand the entry way of the sphincter that had been given an anal bleaching leaving a cute pinkish look replacing a former brownish one.
There was no other way to say it Yvette was enjoying being deflowered. Nate too felt nice never realizing a grown male and an attractive trans-gurl could feel so good making love in bed together.
Jolts of masculine pushes were absorbed by Yvette’s body as the slick cock slid in and out. At first Nate said it to himself ‘damn she is as tight as the nuts on a new bridge’. The 2nd time he expressed it verbally as though it was a compliment.
“Damn Yvette honey…your as tight and wet as any pussy I’ve ever had.”
In and out the cock went turning Nate on watching the slight ripples of Yvette’s ass move as his thrusting continued. His right hand slid under wanting to feel the budding breasts. Yvette could feel his stiffness hitting that prostate spot inside. It was enough to make the t-girl moan in delight realizing t-girls are gifted with their own g-spot.
“Ewww daddy… ewwwwww, eeewwwww oh yessss…..squeeze my boobies…pleaseeeee…..you make me feel like a woman…..ohhhh yesssss.”
The words were getting Nate even more excited he’d always liked it when a girl he was fucking was being made to climax. His hand reached out tussling the well kept hair as it move wildly. His hand slid in holding it like a horse’s mane as his free hand slapped Yvette’s butt. That was it …he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Loud and masculine he grunted out like any male announcing his orgasm as though it was an event to be saluted.
“Ugggg…oh fuck…..whooooo…oh yea I’m coming.”
At first Yvette wasn’t sure what to make of it yet on the 2nd burst of warm cream he knew why women wanted it. There’s something uniquely feminine in knowing their body can make a male spill his seed. Looking down between his legs he saw his little plaything of a penis had gotten wet as well.
Lying in bed selfish enough like any male to avoid it there wasn’t a question of who would sleep on the wet spot. Nate took the dry side while Yvette did her best to work around the glob of wetness as they napped.