The Transsexual Teacher

His sweaty palm wrapped around the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. He walked in and saw Ms. Sin sitting at her desk. She was grading papers and didn't immediately acknowledge Greg. He closed the door, grabbing the strap of his backpack and dropped it off his shoulder. Greg exhaled loudly in case Ms. Sin hadn't heard him.

"Take a seat. I'll be with you in a minute." She didn't look up.

Greg sat at the desk directly across from her desk. He folded his hands together apprehensively while she marked something in her book. Greg couldn't help but notice that a couple buttons of her blouse weren't buttoned. They had been at the beginning of the school day. He tried not to look because he felt she would see if he did.

His eyes zeroed in on the cleavage despite his brain's wishes. It wasn't as if her tits were spilling out of the blouse. That wasn't it. Greg could see more than he had in the morning. That was what grabbed his attention. He wouldn't admit it, not even to Andy, but there was something about Ms. Sin which made Greg go wild. This was evident by the erection growing in Greg's pants.

Ms. Sin's eyes shot up to Greg's, "I'm glad you didn't pretend to forget to see me after school or fake sick, or something like that," She rolled her eyes, "You'd be surprised what some of these kids try. This is the way to make it easier on yourself."

"I don't understand, Ms. Sin. Am I in trouble?" Greg had a confused look on his face.

Ms. Sin smiled, "No, dear. Not at all. I didn't want to embarrass you by having this conversation during class." She stood up, walking over to him, "Greg. I like you so I've cut you some slack. But you have to realize, you can't be late to my class. You have to make an effort to get here on time and once you have, you can't talk to your friends. Do you know how disrespectful that is?"

"Yes. Yes, Ms. Sin. I'm very sorry. My car isn't reliable. I need to..."

"No," She cut him off, her tone more serious, "There are no excuses. Do you understand?"