Yes Professor Ch. 29

If Professor Stone had her way. The entire world would be full of women. She knew it would be a much more peaceful and pleasurable world. Sadly, Professor Stone couldn't transform the entire world to lesbians. She had a college to run after all. Also she had to be licked out. Life was hard this way!

This is why she didn't turn every male she came across into a woman. It was a rare thing. Professor Stone played with her food.

One day on her way to the college, Professor Stone's Lamborghini broke down. It made Professor Stone irate. She would be late for her morning licking out. Whatever, slut was behind it would be punished, however for now she had to deal with her car.

She searched on her phone and found a "Ray's Car Repair Shop" close by. That's where Professor Stone took her car. Ray was impressed that she had a Lamborghini and that she taught at a college.

" Well, ma'm I suppose you're lucky. You just needed an oil change. It's no big deal. It's on the house. My mother taught me to treat ladies with respect and you seem like a real lady. I always wanted to go to college, you know. I just never seemed to have the money to do it. What's it like being a Dean?' questioned Ray.

Professor Stone just looked at the sky and rolled her eyes. Men, why did you have to deal with them? Still, this man had been polite and he seemed eager to learn. Professor Stone decided she would help him out. Ultimately, Professor Stone would be helping herself out BUT for now she was helping Ray out. She would be sure that Ray enjoyed the future. Everyone enjoyed their future once they'd met Professor Stone.

"Well Ray...your speech inspired me. City College is always looking for new students. I think with a few adjustments you'd fit right in. I wouldn't want your car repair shop to go out of business though. So how about you meet with me to set up a unique course of study tailored just for you?" questioned Professor Stone.

"That sounds like a good idea. I like that I won't have to close my garage. So I'll see you on Monday?" questioned Ray.

"That's the plan. Come straight to my office, don't malinger." stated Professor Stone. She'd have to see how well Ray would listen. Would he get distracted by the beautiful women along the way or would he obey her orders?

Ray was "good" and obeyed Professor Stone's orders. He arrived on time. Although he had a pup tent in his pants. Professor Stone figured there were some good men in this world.

"I thought that since you have such a love of cars, we'd continue in mechanics. At City College, you'd be taking courses on how to make cars run faster and longer, how to make them look pretty. Ultimately, you'd be doing whatever it takes to satisfy the owner. Does that sound like something you could do?" questioned Professor Stone.

"Sure Professor, I always do what it takes to please the customer. I do all sorts of modifications and custom paint jobs. The customer is always right! Making cars run and look pretty is what I do." stated Ray.

By now the incense that Professor Stone had been using was filling the room. Ray found it hard to concentrate. He knew that if he listened to Professor Stone everything would be alright. Professor Stone was a Dean after all. She must know what's best.

"You know Ray...a car is a lot like a woman. You need to make them look pretty, you need to keep them happy so they purr...they need to satisfy their owner. You get what I'm saying don't you Ray?" stated Professor Stone.

"Yes...car like women. Want to make women pretty...owners." stated Ray.

"So that's why, since you like making things look pretty, you should take cosmetology instead of car engineering." Professor Stone was leading him and the pink incense was increasing.

"But...I like cars?" questioned Ray. He still had mental powers. Professor Stone was playing.

"I thought you like women...or are you a fag?" questioned Professor Stone.

"Not a fag, like women." said Ray confidently.

"Well if you like women, you should want to make them pretty don't you?" stated Professor Stone. "I know it's hard for you to think, so you should let me do all the thinking for you. Cosmetology is what you'll be taking. You'll make women pretty like you used to make cars pretty. It'll be your calling. Doesn't that sound right?" questioned Professor Stone.

"Yes Professor?" questioned Ray. He was still unsure. Professor Stone stilled herself. Men were so difficult. So stupid, they had to be led. Yet,this was all part of the game.

"Good...now take this cherry water. Drink as much as possible. My students tell me it's life changing. Go back to the garage. Work on some cars, decorate them. Make them pretty like you want to make women pretty. We'll talk again soon." stated Professor Stone.

"Yes Professor." stated Ray. He took the cherry water, gulped some down and made his way back to the garage. At the garage Ray found himself paying more attention to the cosmetic aspects of the car instead of practical things like working on the carburetor. Ray drank more cherry water. He was eager to get back to Professor Stone.

The next day Ray returned to campus. He watched as a woman came out of Professor Stone's office all coated in quim. But, that no longer mattered as Professor Stone called him in.

"Ray...I'm your professor. You've told me about your struggles wanting to be a transvestite. I know how you steal women's underwear and try it on. You've told me how good the silk feels against your cock." stated Professor Stone.

Ray was blushing and looking at the floor. "I'm not like gay or anything. Women just get to look pretty all the time. I want to look pretty too. The silk is just...well...well...I like the silk." stated Ray.

"Don't worry Ray...I know you're not gay. I know you like women. They are superior to men after all. I'm trying to help you! I'm your Professor after all. These are a gift from me and from City College. Mistress Naiomi sent them up from the Science Department. They're supposed to make men's cocks feel amazing. But, since we're women and better. I need a man to tell me if that's true. We need you to try them on for us. Tell us how they feel. Can you do that for us?" questioned Professor Stone.

"Well Professor Stone....I suppose I can. I want to please you! So I'll put them on." stated Ray.

He stripped in front of Professor Stone. He took off the lacey pink thong he was wearing. Professor Stone saw his cock. She'd forgotten how disgusting they were. But, Ray's cock was quickly covered up by the new underwear. It was a glitter pink and shimmered on Ray. He let out little pants! He quickly came in his new panties.

Blushing Ray looked away. "I'm sorry Professor Stone. I didn't mean to. It's just that they felt so good. They looked so pretty. I was excited. I'm so sorry. I'll just take them off now." said Ray.

"Oh...I'm afraid that there's no taking them off. They're firmly cemented there since you came in them. You marked them. They're yours now! Don't worry though, they are self cleaning! You look adorable though, Ray. So pretty! Said Professor Stone.

Ray blushed. He was happy. He looked pretty. It was silly to think that something was wrong. He had pretty underwear on that felt amazing. It must have been because he just came but it was like he couldn't feel his cock anymore. But, Ray knew he was pretty, pretty pretty. That was all that mattered.

Ray went back to the garage, drank a bunch of cherry water and went to the bed. He awoke to a smashing sound. Someone was destroying his precious garage. What was going on? He leapt out of bed wearing just the new underwear.

The construction worker looked at Ray and smirked. The man was in sparkly pink underwear. What a fairy!

"Well, we're here to tear down this garage and make a Spa. It's going to need a complete revamping. Still it's what Professor Stone of City College wanted. She gave us this contract you signed. It is your signature isn't it?" questioned the construction worker.

Ray looked and nodded. It was his signature. But, still what the fuck was going on. This was his garage, not some girly Spa. He was going to talk to Professor Stone. Ray had some more cherry water before he left and went to City College.

Professor Stone was behind her desk when Ray arrived. She was lighting more of the pink incense. "How's the underwear Ray, let me see it darling." Ray had no choice but to strip and stand in front of Professor Stone.

Ray blushed at the thought of being in his underwear in front of Professor Stone. He knew she was his professor and he could trust her but it was still embarrassing.

"You look marvelous today darling." stated Professor Stone.

"Yes Professor Stone, I know Professor Stone. I'm here to talk to you about my garage Professor." The pink smoke was filling the room and it was getting harder for Ray to think.

"Silly, Ray, don't you remember you agreed to sign your garage over to me in payment of the pink sapphire necklace I got you? It was VERY expensive. With that Professor Stone produced a necklace from her desk. It had been designed by Mistress Naomi in the science department. Now was the time to try it out. After all, who cared about Ray?

"Let me put it on you." stated Professor Stone. She went around her desk and hooked it on Ray. It grew a neon pink and started humming. Ray's 6th sense kicked in. He wanted this off.

"What the fuck is going on? I want to take this off." stated Ray as he tried to rip off the necklace.

Professor Stone watched him try to unhook the necklace for a bit, enjoying his vain struggle.

"Stop." she ordered.

Immediately, Ray's hands fell to his sides. Ray whimpered, shaking a little. "What is...what are you doing? I only wanted to go to college here. I only wanted to learn."

Professor Stone ran her hand through Ray's short hair. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make life easier for you. Being a man and working at a garage can take alot out of you. You get all greasy and sweaty. I want to help. As your Professor I want to give you a life of pleasure. A life of servitude. The necklace will make you obey. The necklace makes everything I say turn to truth. You understand this, don't you?" stated Professor Stone.

Ray nodded, but he was scared. He was completely at the mercy of his Professor. What would he do to her?! Professor Stone was a dean of a college. So she had to be ethical...right?

"Now think of yourself back in your garage before you met me. you see yourself. I know it's hard for you to think but remember what you look like?"

Ray nodded. The image appeared in his brain. His old self. Short hair, glasses, a little chubby around the midsection. He'd always wanted to be a stud who attracted women. But, it never worked out. He was not who he wanted to be. "Help me?" questioned Ray to Professor Stone.

"Good Girl. I'm SO pleased with you. But, we still have a long ways to go." stated Professor Stone. "Look at yourself in the imaginary mirror. You still see Ray. You still think Ray's thoughts, you still have Ray's feelings and worries. But Ray sure looks tired, doesn't he?" questioned Professor Stone.

Ray looked at his image in front of him. Sure enough, the man had dark bags under his eyes and his shoulders drooped down. "Yes, I am. I am tired, Professor Stone. Please help me?" Ray questioned.

"I am helping you, I think Ray should go to sleep now. Don't even think about it slip under the covers."

Suddenly, Ray saw it in the imaginary mirror. A bed appeared and his mirror's image pulled back the comforter. The bed looked so perfect. So good for sleeping. Ray needed sleep.

But part of Ray knew he should say something. He knew something was wrong. Ray thought he should warn himself about going to sleep. He didn't know when he'd wake up. He didn't know when he'd get back to the garage.

But there was this craving inside him too. The one that wanted him to sleep. To put his worries to bed. He wanted to enjoy being a woman without judgement. He trusted Professor Stone. Professor Stone knew best after all. How could anyone question her?

It was more than obvious to Professor Stone that Ray was enjoying himself. Time to take it all the way. The sooner a Ray became a woman the better.

" Poor Ray, he's just so tired. Ray's drifting off to sleep now. Say 'Bye bye Ray."

"Bye Bye, Ray" Ray mumbled, stuck in her half-dreaming state.

"Good now that the nasty man has gone, we can get to molding you into the girl you were always meant to be. Isn't that right, Rhea?" questioned Professor Stone.

"Uhmm.."began Rhea. it was just so hard to think.

"That wasn't a question. From now on there's only one answer, Yes Professor...you trust me. I know best. Isn't that right?" stated Professor Stone.

"Yes Professor." stated Rhea. As she said it she knew it to be true. Professor Stone was a Dean. She was trustworthy.

"See that girl in your imaginary mirror? The one with the pink hair, dripping pussy and watermelon sized tits? That lusty, horny slut who's about to get fucked? That's you,Rhea.That's all you." As soon as Professor Stone said it, all the cherry water Ray had drunk took effect. Ray morphed into Rhea the lusty horny slut who loved to be fucked.

Rhea's transforming moans of pleasure could be heard across City College Campus Rhea knew she was a whore in every sense of the word and she loved it.

"Now Rhea, I'm going to have to break your new cherry like you broke all those cherries of the women you selfishly stuck your cock into. I don't like wearing a strap-on. I'm doing this for you. I'm making you a bitch, understand?" questioned Professor Stone.

"Yes Professor?" stated Rhea nervously.

Professor Stone wasted no time. She thrusted hard into Rhea. For a few seconds, Ray/Rhea was in shock. This is what it felt like to be violated. This is what he had done to women? How terrible. Professor Stone wasn't gentle in breaking her new bitch in. Professor Stone pounded Rhea relentlessly, holding her waist for support as Rhea sat on her desk.

Slowly, Rhea's face changed.. She was enjoying getting fucked like the glorious sexual beast that she was. A playful grin curled, and she shoved her pussy against Professor Stone's strap-on. It surprised Professor Stone, partially disrupting her rhythm. She punished Rhea with a hard spank that made her skin sting. Professor Stone returned her efforts to fucking Rhea senseless.

Still Rhea thought it was good. It was too good. It was SO good being a woman. Rhea had never felt this way! Her climax was mind blowing. Being Rhea was something that shook her completely. She clenched in spastic jerks around the strap-on, and Professor Stone had to hold her upright to keep her from falling to the ground.

To Professor Stone's horror, she discovered somewhere along the way Rhea wasn't a bimbo. Rhea still had her smarts. She was a "real person" instead of a useless whore. Professor Stone decided she had no choice but to put Rhea, now Mistress Rhea, in charge of the Spa since she'd trained for it.

"Well bitch, I'm glad you liked that. I'm the Dean and I have things to do like being eaten out by Mini. I take it you'll stay here at City College and work in the Spa...it is what you wanted to do after all." stated Professor Stone.

"Yes Professor." said Rhea. She knew her only job now was to stay in the Spa and work. She had to make girls wet. The wetter the better.