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That day marked my tenth year of teaching, and I was thinking about quitting. It would be easy to blame the sixth form I worked at, but I doubted a change of scene would have brought the spark back. Every day just felt the same. The faces changed but nothing else did–the boys still leered at me like wild animals, and the girls spread rumours about the trans lesbian teacher. That’ll teach me for using dating apps! I’d just have to be single forever, or at least until I left and find a job doing god-knows-what.
Sitting there and moping about it wasn’t going to help, I thought. I looked out my office window as the sun hung lazily in the sky, slowly drifting towards the horizon. I’d finish marking at home and get my life together another time. I gathered my things, locked up and headed towards the parking lot. The clacking of my heels echoed through the empty corridors but as I approached the final stretch, a soft thud caught my ear. It came from the locker room. Damnit, I thought, the boys best not be having their fight club again–could they at least do it off school property?!
I stormed over and swung the door open to rows of lockers, but no fight club. No-one there at all, in fact. I looked down to see a textbook had fallen out of someone’s locker–but what was it doing open in the first place? I picked up the book, put erzurum escort it back and closed the locker. Odd. Just as I was about to leave, the hair on the back of my neck stood up as I heard the faintest shuffling sound. Had a wild animal gotten into the school and teared through the lockers? Oh god, why did I have to be the one to hear it? I could just walk away… but I didn’t. I saw a hockey stick peeking out from the top of the lockers and grabbed it for self-defence. I moved over to the direction I heard the noise and with my weapon raised in one hand, I swung back the door to one of the lockers.
‘PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!’ a voice screamed. I screamed back. The girl held up her hands in front of her face as I threw the hockey stick to the floor.
‘Oh, thank god! I thought you were an animal!’ I sighed. The girl stood there trembling, her head hung and long brunette hair hiding her face. ‘What were you doing in there, who were you hiding from? And why are you still at school…?’ I trailed off as she looked up at me, eyes full of fear. I recognised that face.
‘Ashley? Is that you? Why are you wearing a girl’s uniform–did the other boys do this and shove you in the locker?’
‘No, I-I…’ he tried to explain before stumbling out of the locker and falling into me.
I instinctively esat escort caught him, his face pressing into my chest and something hard poking my thigh. That’s when it dawned on me.
‘Ashley…’ I trailed off, as she shivered in my arms and softly began to cry.
‘Please… Please don’t tell anyone… I’m sorry!’ she pleaded between sobs.
My heart sank, thinking back to my own teenage years. The shame, the excitement, the confusion.
‘It’s okay, Ashley.’ I held her close and stroked her hair. It was soft and smelled of mandarin. ‘I won’t tell anyone, I… I understand what you’re going through.’
The sobbing petered out and Ashley looked up at me, eyes glistening.
‘You do…?’
I gave a sympathetic smile and nodded. ‘Yes, the rumours are true.’
‘I had no idea, Miss…’ she mumbled, looking away.
‘So, you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. You can deal with this in your own time and if you ever want to talk, you know where I am.’
Ashley started to tear up once more and hugged me tight, letting out a muffled thanks from between my breasts. It was at this moment we both noticed her twitch against my thigh, before she leapt out of my arms and tried desperately to hide her shame.
‘OHMYGODMISSHUNTERI’MSOSORRY’
I quickly turned around esenler escort to spare her dignity, though I also felt my own face redden.
‘I’m going to go now–I won’t tell anyone about this, but I also suggest you find somewhere else to explore things.’ And with that, I hurried out of the locker room and went home.
***
I stared at the papers in front of me, the words blurring into an incomprehensible mess. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I focus, why was I feeling so… flustered? Ugh! I threw the papers onto the coffee table and sprawled out on the sofa in frustration. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before slowly breathing out. My thoughts drifted back to my teenage years, to the times I would raid my sister’s wardrobe. The overwhelming gender euphoria combined with the thrill of sneaking around and the tsunami of raging hormones. Even the thought of skirts and panties and pantyhose would get me excited, just like Ashley. She was so hard against my thigh, and looked so cute in that skirt–I’d never noticed how pretty she was when she wasn’t hiding her face, those sapphire blue eyes looking up at me, her soft, trembling lips…
What was I thinking?! I sat bolt upright, my heart racing and face flushed. I’d never thought about a student that way, and I should never! It doesn’t matter that she’s 18 and will be graduating soon, it’s wrong. I’m her teacher. I can’t think about a student that way, and yet…
I threw myself face-first into the sofa cushions and let out a muffled groan, floundering in a state of shame, excitement and confusion for the rest of the evening.
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