Please read Research part one first.
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"So in summation I submit that although a certain portion of the male population engages in homosexual acts, they aren't homosexual at all. No, they are under-endowed males who wish they could have heterosexual relationships but whom women shun. Through aggressive parenting, peer pressure, and social activities they have been ingrained to believe that they are less than real men. They have come to realize that their purpose in life is to avail themselves of real men, also known as the alpha male, desires. Neither is the alpha male in the sissy relationship a homosexual. He merely enjoys demonstrating his sexual dominance over those he sees as a sissy.
Yes, he does derive sexual release from the sissy. Likewise, the sissy, in performing fellatio or allowing himself to be sodomized, or both, also realizes sexual relief. Typically the alpha uses the sissy without considering the sissy's needs. The sissy is merely a vessel for the alpha's orgasm."
"Now this is where the confusion comes in. The sissy, in either performing for, or allowing himself to be used by the alpha experiences his sexual gratification. This phenomenon is triggered by the sissy's need for humiliation and the desire to be used and in some cases, to be abused by those who society considers real men. The sissy's orgasm may be spontaneous as he is sodomized. Generally, however, the sissy, under the supervision of the alpha or the alpha's woman, is permitted to masturbate himself to climax, for which the sissy is grateful."
"Now we come to another growing phenomenon. In today's society there are cuckold relationships where the sissy is married to woman who is deserving of the intercourse the alpha can give her. Thus, the husband becomes sissified by his wife and her Bull. Very soon thereafter the newly formed sissy begins to perform acts considered homosexual in nature but are defined by the wife and Bull as duties. At first these acts may disgust the sissy cuckold. But over time, the sissy learns his place and readily avails himself to the demands of the Bull."
I was wrapping up my doctorate thesis to the board. Consisting mostly of men, the lone woman seemed bored and only one of the professors seemed particularly interested in my argument.
"So John?" asked professor Marks. "If what you say is true and sissies aren't homosexual, then why do they soften their looks and dress provocatively? It's as if they're intentionally trying to entice the alpha male."
His words made me consider my own apparel. For this special occasion Ellen had suggested my outfit. I was wearing tight "elephant bell bottoms" circa 1973, a beige camisole top under a white, unbuttoned, and tied at the waist silk button-down shirt. My shoes were platform espadrilles. Although I felt I was making a fashion statement, I had to admit my attire might have been misconstrued as a tad feminine. If one chose to look under my outer wear, they would see my pretty baby blue, French cut panties.
My long hair hides the small hoop earrings Max makes me wear. My eyebrows have been plucked and my eye lashes have increased volume from my mascara.
Max also insisted on me getting lip augmentation for a fuller, more inviting look for cocks.
All in all, I can see where Professor Marks was coming from. And although there is no question as to my sexual identity as a male, there is a bit of sexy mystery to me.
"Well professor, I guess they could somehow subconsciously be trying to attract attention" I said with expertise on the subject. The truth is I was still trying to figure out for myself my desire to submit to the alpha males.
Professor Marks studied me while considering my answer. His handsome black face looked me up and down as if he was trying to come to his own results. "Let's finish our business here son then you we can retire to my office to discuss this further."
The other professors were done with their questions and told me they'd be in touch with their votes in a few days.
Professor Marks led me to his office. Telling his secretary that she could leave for the day, he had me lock his inner office door as he sat in a beautiful leather wing-backed chair.
I felt ill at ease as I stood before this large black man. "So John, or is Johnnie more appropriate? Never mind that. Were you telling me that subconsciously you're trying to attract the attention of an alpha male?"
I turned 5 shades of red when he asked me that. I stammered a reply of no, that fell on deaf ears.
"So you're telling me that you didn't deliberately dress like a woman today?" He was now half smiling and half leering at me.
I played with my hair, now shoulder length and curled up at the bottom. "No sir. I dress like this all the time."
"Okay Johnnie, let's try an experiment. Take off the silk shirt son."
When I hesitated Prof. Marks told me that refusal to participate may result in a rejection of my PhD.
I untied the waist and unbuttoned the sleeves. Removing the shirt, I now stood in only my bell bottoms and camisole top. I regretted wearing it now. The lacey collar did look somewhat feminine.
Prof. Marks smiled at my compliance. "Good boy johnnie. Now let's see what's under those bell bottoms."
"But sir" I almost started crying. "Is this legal?"
"Johnnie, you put forth the thesis. All I wish to do is take an in-depth look. I think you're a sissy and want you to show me that you are not."
I couldn't look at him. I turned my back to him as I skinned out of my pants. Bending at the waist, I pulled them over my shoes not realizing that as I bent, Prof. Marks was getting a perfect picture of my plump, pantied bottom.
Sighing, I turned to face my Prof. Only in panties, camisole top that didn't quite reach my naval, and my platform shoes, I must have looked ridiculous. but something else was happening to me. I understood that I was standing before a larger male, one who could intimidate me easily. My little dick got hard and poked the front panel of my under garment out a little.
Prof. Marks just studied me for what seemed like an hour. Finally he removed his suit jacket and tossed it on his desk. "Come here son", he said patting his lap. "Come to Daddy."
