I shook my head vigorously. "But I don't want to be a girl," Iprotested vehemently."Of course not, darling, you are not a girl, not really, and you ar...n'tgoing to be a girl. Right now you are that she-male we were talkingabout. In a little while you will go back to being Francis and thiswill all seem like a wonderful dream - a dream that nearly came true, adream that really can come true if you want it to. Just say the wordand I will ease you into your present state and make it permanent sothat. She said “you will leave masturbating??? Impossible. Boys can never do that”. I was amazed by her frank behavior. She said” by the way, why were you masturbating on my bra?” I said like an idiot” I like masturbating on your bra” She giggled again on hearing this. She said” what else do you like about me?” I said” I like your face, your body, your nature, everything about you” she smiled and came close to me and said” you can masturbate anytime with my bra. I won’t stop you” I could not believe. Jim Morris, the art instructor, made the first move, stopping Vixen as she was about to leave. "Got a minute?" he asked and led her back to his small office.She sat where he waved, on a wooden stool, and he sat behind his desk and twiddled with a pencil. "I think you have real talent," he said. "Have you ever painted?" She sat with her knees apart, very unladylike, and her tight jeans displayed her swollen pussy which had entertained a horny sophomore the previous evening and was still. I watched as she pressed her knees togetherand then lifted them to her chest, her hands going to her hips. Shewiggled then moved her arms down before coming back up with her whitethin panties. In seconds she threw the skimpy garment up to thefront; it landed right upon my right thigh. I stole another look backat her, seeing that she waited for my response, then I lifted her damppanties to my face and inhaled.Mrs. Dietel giggled like a teenager. “I knew you were a real man! Areal.