Play dress up

"Fuck it," you think. "No one's going to come in here. Might as well try on an outfit or two."

You search through the piles of laundry, pulling out a pair of light blue panties with a pink, lacy waistband, speckled with red, pink and green flowers. You put them to the side, seeing a light blue bra that seems to match with it, speckled with similar red, pink and green flowers. You grab a light grey skirt from what you're sure is a similarly sized girl to you, before grabbing a shirt of the same size. You find a pair of pink socks among the laundry, stepping off to the side. You quickly get undressed, pulling off your shoes and socks before unzipping and pulling down your pants. You unbutton your shirt and pull it off, before stepping out of your underpants.

You grab the panties, stepping one foot through before the other and pulling the soft material up your legs. You put your arms through the bra, clipping it up before grabbing the skirt and stepping through it. You gently pull on the socks, before finally buttoning up the shirt. You grab your phone, turning on the camera function in order to look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at yourself as you look over yourself through the camera, feeling yourself get turned on.

Suddenly, the door begins to open and you panic. You quickly step back, hiding behind the door and holding your breath. You watch as one of your teachers, Mr Loubet.

"Oh yeah," he moans, taking a deep sniff of the panties. "God, I want to taste your little pussy."

Mr Loubet turns to leave, stuffing the panties in his pocket. He pauses as the two of you make eye contact.

"Uh... Jack?" he asks.

"Uh..." you say, not knowing what else to say. "Yes?"

Mr Loubet stares at you for a second more, looking you over, before staring at his own hard-on that pokes through his trousers, before staring at the pair of panties, half-stuffed in his pants.

"Look, Jack, let's... let's take this easy. You'd hate for it to get around the school that you're a... "transvestite", let's say. I'd hate for . So how about this, I put this... piece of clothing back, I leave, we never talk about this again, OK?"

"Uh... yes, sir. We never mention this again."

"Exactly," he nods, before his hand lowers and he itches his hard-on, before gently rubbing it. "You're failing my class, aren't you, Jack?"

"Yes, sir," you nod.

"If... if you were willing to, uh, satisfy me before I leave, I'm sure I could boost those failing grades. We'd never talk about this again, of course, or anything that went on in here."