This choice: Follow Prof. Matthews to the office • Go Back...Chapter #8Follow Prof. Matthews to the office by: Unknown “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now, Harlan...” said the elderly dean as she paced up and down the small space she called an office. Her ballet flats squished as she walked and looked for the next best course of action. She brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face as she stroked her chin with manicured hands with pink painted nails. Although she was an aging 56 year old woman, Connie Bradshaw had taken precise care of her body, resulting in her skin immaculate with small traces of wrinkles plus the fact her large E cup breasts not sagging yet in her low cut beige top.
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Professor Matthews fidgeted in his seat, squirming like a guilty criminal waiting for his judge to bring the gavel down and sentence him. He began twirling the blonde tips of his brunette hair around in his anxiety, something he’d unwittingly inherited from his new body’s previous owner.
“It’s been too many times for me to ignore. I’ve had ELEVEN members of faculty and students come up to me to demand your head! Your teaching statistics may be exceptional but they only go so far; I have to show that this sort of behaviour is simply REPULSIVE and utterly UNACCEPTABLE.”
Harlan jumped up from his seat and bowed down, clutching the dean’s ankle tightly. “Please, Connie,” he cried, “Give me another chance! I can do better! I- I will never do ANYTHING like that again! Please; I have a wife and kids to support...”
Connie scoffed. “Please spare me the sob story, if you really cared for your family you wouldn’t go out and stare at women other than your wife, especially young ones who are still developing and discovering themselves as independent people. No, this was your LAST chance and there’s nothing you can do to stop me firing y-“
She stopped and winced as a gargantuan monster rose up from the front of her flower printed skirt. She blushed a bright shade of scarlet red as she felt her new testicles churning, crying out for the sperm inside them to be released. She looked back towards Harlan and his newly emasculated form (she didn’t know this though), erotic thoughts clouding all logical thought processes she tried to form.
“Actually thinking about it now,” Connie whispered sultrily as she slowly approached Harlan. “EVERYONE makes mistakes, right? It just wouldn’t be fair for me to turn my back on you after all our time together, would it?” Harlan nodded uneasily.
“Well, as I’m in a kind mood today, MAYBE I can give one more chance...” Harlan glanced up from his grovelling and smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. “All I ask is that you do me one, itty-bitty favour in return. OK?” The formerly conservative lady licked her lips as she pointed towards her raised skirt front, a sight that immediately wiped the smile of Professor Matthews’ face.
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David laughed hysterically as he peeped through the window at the changed duo. He wiped away a tear of joy as he watched the now, completely female, Professor Matthews back away from his boss who was now packing some serious heat in her panties.
He turned around to see a couple walking down the hallway behind him. Although they were pretty average on the surface, the girl was now the more dominant in the relationship with her decent 6 incher. The boy was unfazed as his girlfriend pawed his post-menopause pussy. Although he didn’t really get any sexual pleasure from these exchanges, he liked to make his girl happy by playing along.
Enjoy that prehistoric pussy bro, he cackled in his mind. BRRRNNGGG! David groaned as the bell went off, signalling the start of lessons.
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