” The whole class laughs.“To the principals office young man!” She shouts over the din.Soon I am sitting, waiting for the principal to see me.Wh...n he orders me in I explain that I am expressing my individuality. Exploring my options.Being a liberal arts major, he is very understanding.He writes me a note for my teachers, and warns me that transitioning would be tough. But I had his support.The rest of the day passes in a humiliating blur.Vic had dressed similar to me. He has a short white. I grabbed it with my hand, pumping it slowly, but with an iron grip. I could feel pre-cum dripping down the back of my hand and I knew he was as turned on as I. He continued finger fucking me with one hand and massaging my testicles with the other as I rubbed his thick member. I felt his fingers slip out of my hole with a delicious plop and I pulled him closer, placing the tip of his engorged dick against the rim of my butthole. His penis was bigger than both of his fingers put together, maybe. She opened the first drawer, only to find it empty save for a moldy packet of catsup. The next drawer revealed a tray of cheap flatware but didn’t even have a butter knife that she could use. She debated on grabbing a fork, but decided against it.Amanda pulled out the third drawer and found a smattering of cooking utensils: large wooden spoons, tongs, a can opener; everything she would expect to find in a kitchen except for the knives she was looking for. She grunted into her gag and shuffled. I was hoping I'd be able to find some entertainment advertisements or articles about local points of interest.I'd kicked off my shoes and was reading my paper, when around 9 PM, I heard a soft knock on the door. I answered it and was met by a beautiful, young, Thai woman holding a bowl of tropical fruit, several towels, and a small woven basket. I thought the fruit was a nice touch on the hotel's part.My first impression of this young woman was that she was much too pretty to be a hotel maid..