Crossdressing Adventures With Shemale Teacher
I am Abhishek. Since childhood, I have been little feminine in nature, for which I have even been bullied sometimes. I have been blessed with really soft, smooth and fair body, with not a single trace of hair on my body and face. I have a slim and athletic body, and if you saw me from back, you might mistake me for a teenage girl. This incident that I am about to narrate, happened when I was studying in class 12, with my teacher whom I always thought was female until that rainy day in July. Disha madam was our physics teacher in school, and 5 of us student also use to go to her home for private tuition. We were alll 18 and above at the time. She was in her mid-thirties, a little healthy and curvy figure. Her hips were really wide and boobs real firm, big and round. I have no idea about her boob size but they looked quite big. She was wheatish complexion but her eyes and lips were amazing, and everyone including me just thought of her as a normal female teacher. Some guys from class even had crush on her but I never had any inappropriate thoughts about her. I really liked her for the way she taught in class, always cheerfully addressing everyone. So it was Monday, in the month of July. I came back from school, and around 7 o clock in evening, got ready and left for the physics tuition with my cycle. But, in the midway heavy rain started falling accompanied by lightning and strong winds. Due to lack of any shelter I got drenched. Anyhow, I managed to reach disha mam flat and rang the bell. Disha mam wasn’t married and lived alone. She opened the door, but she was in another avatar, not the traditional disha mam who always wears sari or salwar kameez. She was wearing green half top, that exposed her belly and a hot pant exposing her smooth chocolatey legs. I noticed she wasn’t even wearing a bra, as I could see nipple perking in the top. Disha mam was surprised to see me, She said ” abishek, why are you here in this heavy rain, no one came and I doubt that anybody is going to come”. Then she looked at me from top to bottom and asked me to come in. I said “No mam, I better get home then” She replied, “Are you kidding, in this rain, looks like the sky is about to burst open, get in.” Without any more debating, I entered in her flat and noticed a glass and an open bottle of whiskey. She has been drinking. She went in another room and came out with a towel. She handed me the towel and asked me to go to the bathroom and get dry. I went inside her bathroom, removed all my wet clothes and started drying myself with the towel. I was rubbing my wet hairs, with the towel when I noticed a few sets of bra and panties on the floor. They looked really gorgeous and expensive. I picked the bra, it was really smooth and padded and behind it was written 34c. Then I inspected the panties and smelled it, wow. It had a strange aroma, intoxicating and also had white stench mark. I was smelling them when disha madam knocked at the door. She said ” abishek, are you dry.” I replied “Yes mam” She said, “Listen, I don’t have anything for you to wear, but I found something that you can wear until the rain stops”. I just slightly opened the door and took the clothes that disha mam handed me. When I saw what she gave me, I was shocked. She gave me a stringed panty, the one that you tie on both ends and a satin sleeveless red colored thigh length gown nighty. A thousand different thoughts ran through my mind about why she gave me such things to wear, but in the end, my innocent young mind at that time though she has no boy’s dress and that I don’t catch a cold she gave me another dress to wear. So I decided to wear what she gave me. I wore the panty. The silky material was doing a strange thing as my dick started tingling, and I liked it. Then I wore the red night gown. When I wore it, I discovered that it had netted back, which showed my fairy back. As it was just short thigh length nighty, my fair, hairless and smooth legs were all exposed. I tied my shoulder length hair in a ponytail and looked myself in the mirror. I was looking like a girl but without boobs. The red colour was making me look fairer, and the short length of the dress was making me look sexy. And after a lot of dilemmas, I decided to go out. I came in the drawing room, where I found disha man still drinking. She heard my footsteps and looked at me, and from her facial expressions, I can tell she was pleasantly surprised. Disha mam kept looking at me, as I went and sat near her. She started complimenting on how gorgeous I was looking. I don’t know why I was liking the feeling of a girl’s cloth on my skin, and why I kept blushing on those compliments. Disha mam, kept on adjusting her hot pants, as men do to adjust their cock. Then the talks drifted to whether I had any girlfriend or not, to which I replied no. The satin silk was so smooth that it kept constantly slipping from my thighs and the panties which I was wearing kept on getting exposed. Disha mam’s eyes kept going there quite a few times. And then it finally happened, the nighty again slipped, and as I was about to adjust it back, disha mam kept her warm hands on my thighs. I looked at her hand and then at her face, she had a smile on her face. I was nervous, but the calmness and smile on her face assured me. She started caressing my thighs. It really was giving a strange sensation as my cock started twitching in my panties. She brought her chair closer to me, and put her other hand on my shoulder assuring me with words, saying that it’s ok and there is nothing to be afraid of. I was feeling like a girl helpless about the situation. She untied the knot of my robe, which fugly exposed my bare chest and the hardon that I was having inside the panties. She twitched my nipples and that was more than enough, my 6 inch cock burst open from the side of panties. Disha mam started giggling on seeing this.