Upon my return from Orlando I was tasked with making a decision of where I would go to school in the fall. At first I was intrigued by the possibility that I could go the University of Central Florida, but quickly remembered that I had never stepped foot on the campus while in Florida. So it was a decision between the schools in little old North Carolina, at least the ones that I had the grades to get into (sorry Duke). Within a few months I had settled on UNC-Charlotte home of the fighting 49ers. The excitement that I would be a small fish in a large pond had its appeal. If I had learned anything from my trip to Orlando it was that in a big city no one cares what you do with you.
As a condition of moving to such a big city, I had promised my parents that I would stay in the dorms on campus. It was a bit of a let down because I was looking forward to having a place of my own to live like I wanted, but it would also save me from unexpected check ups from my mom. So I moved in with my new roommate Tim, a nice enough guy, a bit too much into the LARP scene for me. I guess we both liked to play dress up though. I settled in and started my life as a run of the mill college freshman, who kept a full wardrobe of women's clothing in the trunk of his car and a literal tackle box full of make up.
I worked at a campus coffee shop in the afternoons following class. It wasn't much but on pay day I would drive 20 minutes to a mall away from campus and buy something new and pretty to wear. On Friday nights I would drive downtown to the business district and slip into my newest purchase, doll myself up and slide on some short heels (I was getting the hang of heels finally). I would slip up to the bar and order a tonic water with lime. It gave the appearance that I was drinking by myself and within a short time someone would send me another. I would smile and nod my thank you to the gentleman. Then I would wait for his liquid courage to send him my way.
It was very rare that the first gentleman to approach was looking for my brand of companionship, but eventually the word would spread that the "hottie" at the end of the bar was more than meets the eye. A lot of the time I was invited to a parked car in the garage. Though I had become skilled at giving head, it was not what I really wanted for my nights out. Don't get me wrong if the gentleman was a particularly endowed friend I would gladly take them up on the offer. I would hold out for something more adventurous to come my way on most nights. Some nights took longer than others but every night ended with what I was looking for.
I had learned more of what it meant to be a sissy. I had begun to enjoy the dominant role that my suitors took. Telling me how and where to do their bidding. I was blossoming into the person I had been hiding away for so many years. The fun things that traveling business men want to do, but apparently can never ask of their wives astonished me. I had peed on more people than I care to count. I was also becoming quite the power bottom, learning how to position myself for maximum penetration and performance. I also had a couple of local gentleman that liked to buy me lingerie to wear while they fucked me. I'm pretty sure that one of the gentlemen would take the lingerie home for his wife afterwards.
All in all things were going great for me. School was school, the job was a job and my weekends were my vacation from the constrictions that society wanted to place on me. By the time spring semester rolled around I had a 4.0 and was cruising towards a bachelors in economics. Then I encountered Dr Thomas, Advanced Statistics professor and overall unhappy human. This guy was mid 50's, about 5'6", and probably 20 lbs heavier than he should be. The best I could figure was that he was tenured, had a miserable home life and was hell bent on failing half of his classes. He never graded on a curve as he made glaringly clear on the first test that he gave us three class's into the semester. To the best I could surmise he probably had a little dick that no one had touched until he had his PHD and the first girl who did he married.
I was in such a foul mood when I stepped into the bar on the Friday night that first weekend in February. I had put on a super sexy and flirty pair of matching plum colored thong & bralette. I had on a really cute gray dress that went to mid calf and a pair of nude knee highs. Topped off by my auburn colored wig I was stunning, if I do say so myself. I had hoped that getting so prettied up would alleviate my funk but it didn't. While I sat at the bar with my tonic water I just stared into the glass. My mood must have permeated the space around me and I had not received a drink in the hour I sat staring into the bottom of my glass. I was oblivious as he pulled up a seat next to me.
"I know I've seen you in here before, but I feel like I have seen you somewhere else too?" His familiar voice snapped me out of my trance.
I glanced from the corner of my eye to confirm my suspicion and sure as I live and breath, just inches from my left shoulder sat Dr Thomas. Oh god what fresh hell was he here to unleash on my last bastion of goodness. Wait did he say he had seen me here before? It was very plausible that I had paid him little to no attention this entire time.
"Yeah I have seen you at a couple of other bars in the area, but I can't quite place where. Do you go to the university?" He said as he leaned in to get a better look.
I still hadn't turned to face him. He had seen me at other bars too. Had he sent me drinks in the past? Did he hear the rumblings of the other frequents that I was more fun than some were looking for? Did this guy not know the meaning of personal space? He smelled of the cologne Chrome and was no longer wearing the trademark ugly blazer with the pretentious patches on the elbows.
"Oh shit you are one of my students!!" He said loudly. Whelp now all the eyes in the bar were on us.
"Yeah maybe" I replied in a loud whisper "and maybe we shouldn't broadcast that for the world."
"Wait aren't you one of my male students?" He said in a hushed tone that I was thankful for.
At this point I turned and looked him dead in the eyes. His eyes widened into a surprised look. I had never bothered to notice that he had hazel eyes to go with his salt and pepper hair.
"Isn't your name..." I cut him off quickly "it's Katie if you want to continue any conversation in this bar."
"Well Katie, I um, I've heard some things about you from some other people around here."