But sexy or not, there wasn’t much Brad could do from behind the heavy bars. Brad’s thoughts were still with the white shorts as Emma blew him a k...ss and walked back outside the second barred door. She closed it behind her and stood there for a moment as she worked out how the padlock worked and used it to secure the second door closed. ?You don’t need to bother with that? Brad said dejectedly. ?I’ve no hope in getting out of this cell?.?I know? Emma smiled, ?but I quite like the idea that I’ve. I got fed up and dressed only in a very short shorts and the whole of my body bare, sweating, stinking, I gave darshan to all these damsels.I turned down many outright but some I wanted to retain for various reasons. Nice physique, nice boobs, nice outlook, etc. One girl, Gita, came to study computers. She was having big boobs. I made her sit in the chair and I sat in a stool nearby and showed her the key board mouse etc. But she was not looking at the keyboard but at my crotch where my cock. And yet, these curves and protruding parts were of a kind that turned men on. She knew it. We never made passes at each other, I was her uni teacher after all. Possibly she sensed my theoretical interest in her. She had a way of not looking directly at you, but then giving you a sideways glance that could not be clearly interpreted. In any case, I lost the contact as soon as she was out of her exams. Until that day.It was one of those evenings when I just wanted to eat something and go to bed. (PJ) Yeah, but it's as Nost says Sir Lee, that can be said of any good story. Not just T*.(Sir_Lee) A 'pure' TG would deal almost only with the TG question. If the transformation is the end-all, solving the conflict, it's wish-fulfillment.(Nostrumo) For me TG is if the main hero(ine) switch gender during the story in a believable fashion.(Sir_Lee) Like in John Varley's books maybe, Nostrumo?(Nostrumo) Do not laugh, but I fear I had not anything of him. Oops, my mistake, I just checked my book.