Yes, you clean yourself up.

It takes a few moments after he leaves before you could pick yourself up from the table. Slowly standing up, you could feel the combination of your juices and his cum dripping out of you. There was thankfully a box of tissues in the room, and you quickly wipe up as much as you could from between your legs. But there was no doubt more deeper inside you, that would leak out of you over the rest of the day.

The idea of walking around with someone’s cum inside aroused you.

You can feel your face flushing red. The rational part of you knew that this was illegal, that you had just been violated by someone with a position of power. But it had been your first taste of sex as a girl, and despite it all, you want more.

It feels like you had just opened the floodgates to a different side of you, and for the first time since waking up that morning, you are excited for what comes next. Different scenarios played across your mind: grinding against faceless men in nightclubs, satisfying two partners at once, having sex in public. You had always enjoyed jerking off to such fantasies, but now you were inhabiting the other side of the perspective, as the one who was being taken instead of the one doing the taking. And you had the body to make it happen. There was no more uncertainty about this world-changing transformation that had been **** upon you: you actually enjoy being a girl. Or specifically the benefits you’re experiencing right now as a girl.

Realising that you had zoned out naked and aroused in your professor’s office, you quickly pull on your clothes and run a hand through your hair, praying that you wouldn’t look like you were just fucked. A glimpse at your phone’s selfie camera proved your wish was futile. You also have a large suspicion that you smell strongly of fresh sex.

There was nothing you could do. Leaving the office, you manage to avoid bumping into any students or professors, and exit into the outside world.