Confession

Tim's next class, Gender and Representation, had never been his favourite. In fact, the only thing he looked forward to in that class was seeing one of his classmates. Nancy.

"Hey babe!" she said with a million dollar smile as he walked into the half-filled classroom. She got up and met him at the door for a kiss. It was a strange sensation, standing on his toes slightly to reach her lips, but no less pleasurable. She was, after all, his dream girl.

The sound of a throat clearing reminded Tim of where they were, and he pulled away from the kiss. Not before his penis began to get a little extra bloodflow, making its outline very distinct as it ran down the right leg of his incredibly tight jeans. A fleeting thought ran through his head about how he liked the shape of his legs in the jeans, but would how he would have looked cuter if they had been cut-offs.

"If you two love-birds are about finished subjecting us to your displays," the impatient voice of Doctor Gillian Umbra, their no-nonsense professor, "you're blocking the door."

Tim ears felt hot in embarrassment, while Nancy's face just looked proud. Looking around the room, he could see that all the girls in the class were staring at the couple. Their faces were wearing expressions that he had never seen sent his way before. What was that? Hunger? Lust??

They sat down, choosing to sit next to each other, something Tim had wanted to do since his first day in Gender and Representation. Until his trade, though, Nancy had been far beyond his reach, a woman to admire from a distance, but not someone who would actually take him seriously as a romantic partner. This were definitely different now. She was crazy about him! Blowjobs in the car when they were alone was one thing, but kissing in front of the whole class? That was taking her affection for him to a whole other level. After Tim had touched up his makeup that had been messed up during their kiss, Nancy reached across the aisle and held his hand as they waited for the class to start.

One advantage of Tim's smaller size is that for the first time in his university career, he fit in his desk. In fact, he didn't just fit, he could sit down and had room to move! He crossed his legs at the knee, then crossed them the other way with ease (something a fleeting thought told him would look very seductive in a short skirt). It was marvelous. Sure, he would have a difficult time getting things off the top shelf, but there were benefits to being small, too. No more back pain from slouching, he'd fit in cars better, and he could forget about banging his head all the time. He squeezed Nancy's hand, noticing that they now had the same sized hands. Of course, her hands were smooth while his were still calloused, a remnant of his summer landscaping job, but they were more similar than dissimilar. The image was unnerving, despite him feeling more comfortable than he thought he would in his new frame.

She squeezed his hand back. The way Nancy made him feel was an entirely new experience for Tim. Loved. Nancy made him feel loved. Maybe more than that. Wanted. She wanted him. And not just sexually, either. She wanted him around. She wanted to sit next to him. She wanted to hold his hand. There was no ****, no guilt. This was something that Nancy wanted. HE was something Nancy wanted.

Which made him feel all the worse about what he had done. He had to confess.

"Nancy," he whispered, leaning toward her, "I have something I have to tell you."

"What's up?" she asked, leaning in as well.

"Doctor Morgan, my Science Fiction professor, asked me to consider graduate school."

"That's awesome!" Nancy said, leaning over and kissing Tim on the cheek.

"That's not all," Tim said, feeling the guilt sit in his chest like a rock, "After she asked me, I kind of asked her to go for lunch to talk about it. I think it might be a date."

He winced, waiting for Nancy to admonish him. But it didn't come. Instead, he heard her chuckling.

"Tim!" she laughed, "You incorrigible flirt!"

"You're not mad?" he risked to open one eye. She was looking at him with adoration.

"I knew what I was getting into when we started dating," she said, "I've seen you show off for professors before, or how you are when you meet my friends. Might as well be mad at the tide for coming in."

"It all happened so quickly," Tim explained, "I swear that I didn't mean to ask her out. It just kind of happened. I'll cancel tonight by email."

"Cancel?" Nancy seemed genuinely confused, "Why? I thought you liked her."

Was this a trap? What was Nancy playing at?

"I mean, yeah, I like her," Tim said, "She's smart and good looking, but she's not as pretty as you are."

"God, Tim," Nancy rolled her eyes, "I already know that I'm pretty. I'm talking about her, Doctor Morgan. If you like her, why wouldn't you go on the date?"

"Because I have a girlfriend," Tim answered.

"You boys can be so dense sometimes," she laughed again, "Honestly, I'm not jealous. I don't even really know what jealous is. Go out with this professor, have a good time! I know you love me, and there's plenty of you to go around."

"Don't know what jealous is?" Tim was shocked. Was this what Nancy had lost in the trade that had saved her from the car wreck?

"I mean, I know what it is," Nancy said, "I just, you know, don't have it. Who cares if another girl likes you? I certainly don't. I'm busy at lunch, anyway, so go out with this professor and have fun!" she leaned in conspiratorially, "You're lucky your girlfriend is so generous!"

Tim stared at his girlfriend, his gorgeous, kind, loving girlfriend and thought about her words. Luck, he decided, actually had little to do with it.