She gives them a pass

The clack of a third pair of heels on the pavement as the voice neared them should have given the pair of sissies an idea of who they would turn to see, but they were both so shocked at finally being **** to interact with another human while dressed like a pair of slutty coeds that they both were amazed to spin and find their gorgeous milfy teacher Ms. Templeton staring down at them. Every straight man in the school had a crush on the strong willed teacher. The fact that she dressed like she did only fueled every boy's desire to get their eyes on her body.

DJ was the first to recover as Jason was unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts. Both boy’s denim clad cocks strained against their tight prisons of lace and feminine garments, making even more of a visible outline. “Please Ms. Templeton, Jason was just frustrated at something. He knows not to curse, he is really sorry.” DJ elbowed his friend in a not so subtle way to try and get him to back up the attempted escape from punishment.

Jason stumbled slightly at the shove and in the tall stilettos. Realizing that his teacher was watching him stare at her large breasts, he tore his eyes away finally and nodded along. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Like really sorry.”

Ms. Templeton’s eyebrow rose as she took in the pair of femininely dressed men. “Is that so? Well Mr. Haitch and Mr. Anderson, I think that perhaps I could overlook your indiscretions, if you explain to me what is going on here. You are clearly not attired properly for school, unless there was something you boy’s wanted to tell me?”

The boys froze in place, unable to come up with a situation that would cause them to be dressed as such that would not humiliate them more than they already were in front of the beautiful woman. The teacher’s eyes glanced back and forth between the two as she waited for an answer to appear. Tension deepened as both boys stood there fidgeting and unable to answer the teacher.

“I see. Well, in that case, come with me.” Turning on her heels, she began to sway through the halls. With **** but to follow, the pair of boys' own hips began to sway back and forth. The trio of heel clad forms made quite the racket as they moved through the school. A few students turned their gaze to them but were unable to recognize the boys.

“Close the door behind you.” The command was firm, but not harshly delivered as the pair followed her into the classroom. As DJ turned back from pulling the door shut, he saw Jason standing in front of Ms. Templeton as she leaned up against her desk with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Now, we have a few options. Either I can suspend you, which will stop you both from attending prom. I can send you home to change. Or, you can tell me what is going on and let me judge if I should allow it to continue.”

DJ glanced at his friend long enough to realize that Jason would be of little help in this situation. A smile formed on DJ’s painted lips as he realized that this was a chance for him to get ahead in the game. He wanted nothing more than to win and not end up stuck like this. “Well you see Ms. Templeton, I’ve been wanting to come to school dressed like this for a long time. I got jealous of my sister’s with their cute clothes and I just had to try it. Jason just copied me to make me feel better.”

PK’s voice popped up in both boy’s minds. ‘Oh, tricky little sissy! I like it. Well, Jason? Any response to up the ante?’

Anger clouded Jason’s mind as his friend made a play to trap him as a sissy for the rest of his life. Frustration showed on his face as he searched for a way to make it sluttier like the entity had told them to. Looking between his friend and the teacher, an idea crossed his mind. Stepping up right next to DJ, he turned his friend to face him, leaned in and kissed the boy right on the lips.

A gasp echoed not just in the room, but also in each boy’s mind as Ms. Templeton and PK were both taken aback by the action. DJ’s body was **** to follow along with the action and leaned into the kiss himself. The boy’s pink lips parted and their tongues slipped out to play amongst each other as the pair of crossdressed sissies slowly began to lose themselves in the makeout session.

Ms. Templeton stared at the boys as they continued to kiss in front of her, a smile playing on her lips. “Well now girls. That is enough.” Her tone was playful as she spoke.

‘One point for Jason. Slutty beats sneaky.’

The boy’s separated quickly and looked at each other momentarily before turning their gaze to the teacher in front of them. “Now, I can see that perhaps DJ isn’t the only one with some truths they are hiding.” Her eyes looked down to the obvious hardons in both boy’s outfits. “I should send you home. But, I’m afraid if I did, that would just incentivize the wrong behavior. So instead, I’m going to write you a pass.”

Turning around, the teacher bent over the desk to reach for a pen and paper. The pair of 19 year old’s eyes were glued to the voluptuous posterior that was presented to them in the incredibly tight black skirt. Scribbling out a pair of notes, the teacher turned back around and held one out for each boy. “Here you go. Now, if any teachers or faculty give you any problems you just show them this note and tell them to talk to me if they have an issue alright?”

Moving to the door, she opened it up and motioned for the pair to make their way out of the classroom. As they passed her she grinned. “Oh, and if you two need a space to come…explore anything. Please feel free to use my classroom. I’d be more than willing to help if you need any advice as well.”

DJ and Jason both flushed deeply as the door closed behind them. The pair turned to look at each other before DJ launched into a complaint. “What the fuck was that? You kissed me!”

Jason sighed and turned to walk away, his skirt covered hips drawing DJ’s eyes instantly. “Bitch, you tried to fuck me over first. Don’t be mad cause I’m better at this game than you, you should be used to it by now.”

PK grinned as the pair fought back and forth. ‘So girls, now what? Gym? Or perhaps home ec? Oh, I know. What about French class?’