Tim’s Aching Feet

Tim could feel the eyes of every woman in the sandwich shop when he walked in, but especially those that belonged to Doctor Morgan. She was as beautiful as she had been the day before, red hair in her signature ponytail, big puffy red lips looking extremely kissable. She was dressed professionally, although attractively, in a skirt suit that Tim could not recall her wearing to class before. She must have dressed up just for him.

While this would have floored Tim on his old life, he was less interested in what the professor looked like, and more interested in what she looked at. And when Tim walked into the restaurant, he breathed in her attention like fresh morning air. It invigorated him, encouraged him. Any doubts, any nervousness he felt about showing up on the date with Doctor Morgan evaporated. He was right where he wanted to be.

He was also happy to sit down. His feet, still unaccustomed to walking in high heels, had just trekked across campus to get there, and they could use a rest. What he could really use was a foot rub, but right then he had a professor to impress, so he put on his best smile and sucked it up.

He sat, he apologized, he explained his lateness. She had seemed more shocked that he had walked to see her than the fact that he was completely wearing women’s clothing, but that was coming as less and less of a surprise every moment. The universe’s rules had been rewritten for him, and nobody would know that it could possibly be any different. Tim in women’s clothing was like clouds in the sky, something unremarkable, ordinary.

Well, that wasn’t quite true. Tim was anything but ordinary. He zipped open a compartment on his backpack and pulled out his compact to check his reflection. His makeup was, of course, perfect. And he knew how attractive he now was. How else could he have convinced a professor to go out with him?

Something had changed inside of Tim during the last trade. He knew he was different, but still he couldn’t control it. He wanted to be wanted in a way he could never have understood in his old life. Not just by Nancy, either. Tim wanted to be wanted by everyone. By the waitress walking to the table, by the old woman by the window, and of course, by Doctor Morgan.

“What can I getcha?” The waitress asked.

Doctor Morgan asked for a reuben, Tim did the same. The waitress left to serve other tables.

“Doctor Morgan,” Tim began.

“Please,” she interrupted, “when we’re outside of school, you can call me Rhian.”

“Rhian,” Tim tasted the name and decided that he liked it, “thank-you for agreeing to have lunch. I have to say, you’ve been my favourite professor this year.”

“Every professor tries not to play favourites,” Rhian countered, “but my days are a bit brighter when I see you sitting in the front row.”

Tim blushed and looked away coyly. He teased a button on his shirt, but decided that it was too early, too obvious to use right then.

“When you mentioned post-grad, I was excited to imagine going on in my studies,” he continued, “but even more so the idea that I could be working with you.”

He leaned in and locked eyes with her.

“Because I think that I could learn things from you that I couldn’t learn from anyone else in the department.”

Now it was her turn to blush and look away. Had he come on too strongly? Was she going to reject his offer? It was too late to go back now.

“Oh,” she said, her voice quivering, “Tim, I’ve never…”

“Me neither,” Tim cut her off, “but you are more than just a teacher to me. You are a woman,” he decided to play his card and loosened that button, giving a deeper show of his hairy chest, “an incredibly beautiful woman. And I know that I’m just a student, but I want you to think of me as a man.”

Rhian’s eyes fluttered as she took in what he was saying. The authority he had gained during the trade with his father had a funny way of translating into his life. Sometimes people took what he said extremely seriously.

“I can do that,” she said in a small voice, sliding her hand across the table to place over Tim’s.

“I’ve been dreaming about something like this for a long time,” Tim said, turning his hand to grasp hers, “but a woman like you has always seemed to be out of reach.”

“Nonsense, Tim,” she said, “someone like you, a man like you, could have almost any woman he picked.”

“Oh stop,” Tim giggled, playing with the next button on his shirt.

“It’s true,” she continued, “I’ve seen the way the girls in class look at you. I’ve even overheard some of the other faculty talking about you. You’re smart, your attractive, when you speak, people sit up and take notice.”

“You give me too much credit.”

“Barely enough,” Rhian smiled, “you’re not the only one who has had someone living inside their dreams, you know.”

Tim looked at his professor and slowly came to understand what she meant. She wanted him! And she’d wanted him for a long time! The rush of euphoria made him feel dizzy, impulsive. He leaned forward and pressed his lips into her succulent, kissable lips. They felt exactly as he had imagined they would.

They kissed. Student and professor, man and woman. A surprising amount of passion was expressed in the simple act, lips pressed against the other’s, in the small sandwich shop. Tim’s penis grew in his panties, but not enough for an embarrassingly large bulge. Not yet at least.

When the kiss broke, both leaned back on their chairs and caught their breath. Tim’s experience with women was limited, having had his first sexual encounter with Nancy only days earlier, but he knew that the kiss he had just shared was special.

“Two reubens for the lovebirds,” the waitress said, “can I get you anything to drink?”

“I’ll have a Sprite,” Rhian ordered.

“Just water for me,” Tim said, wanting to watch his figure.

“You got it,” she said as she left.

“Well that was…” Rhian started.

“I know,” Tim said.

“I wasn’t sure that you’d be interested in me, being older and all,” Rhian said.

“Now you’re speaking nonsense,” Tim said, “You need to know that I am into you. I don’t care about your age. You are my beautiful, brilliant professor, but you’re also a woman I really want to get to know. And I want you to get to know me too.”

Again her eyes fluttered. Somehow he knew that she agreed with him, that she did want to get to know him.

She squeezed his hand.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, “but I am hungry. Let’s eat, then go for a walk. I’d really like to get to know you more. Maybe we’ll even get to talk about school. Maybe.”

Another walk on his aching feet? Tim wasn’t happy, but if it got him closer to Rhian, Tim would walk for miles.