Short class

It was a miracle that the pair of heel clad men made it into the classroom. Each clicking step brought more than enough attention from everyone around them. While DJ always stood out and was well known for her over the top style, Jason appearing as a bimbo slut following along meekly was a very new occurrence.

DJ glanced around the room with a cool gaze before stepping over towards his and Jason’s usual chairs. The pair sat together at the back of the room typically goofing off together. Jason’s steps were much less self assured as he clicked and clacked along behind DJ’s self assured strides. Whispers in the class immediately began as fingers pointed towards the pair.

The sound of a disappointed sigh pierced the room. It was a sound only a teacher could make, managing to express all of the frustration, anger, and disappointment that an underpaid civil servant kept bottled up. “DJ, Jason, my desk, now.” Ms. Templeton’s voice cracked like a whip as she called the pair to her.

DJ chuckled and turned, only to come face to face with a much more nervous Jason. “Ladies first.” Jason’s eyes closed at the simple jab. It amazed DJ that such a small sentence could garner such a visible reaction from someone in as humiliating a situation as Jason’s.

Opening his eyes up again, Jason turned and tried to make his way towards the teacher’s desk. Not used to the tall heels, and certainly not paying attention to those around him, the boy stumbled when the tip of his stiletto caught on the strap of a book bag. Falling to his hands and knees, the dress that just barely managed to cover his plump ass rode up and revealed the sight of the tiny strip of lavender cloth disappearing between Jason’s ass.

DJ paused and watched as her friend struggled to get herself back to her feet. She couldn’t help but admire the ass in front of her, the slightly tanned skin contrasted perfectly with the soft lavender of his outfit to make for the perfect look. She smiled as she thought of all the delights in front of her in the day. If Jason was going to make everyone think her family was full of porn stars, then she was going to make sure that they all knew he wanted to be just like them.

Thankfully for the feminized boy, his purse managed to fall into the perfect place to hide his growing erection as he stood up fully. The feeling of so many eyes on his form while he was dressed like this was sparking a feeling in him that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about. Struggling to pull the skirt back down over his hips and ass, Jason jumped as he felt a pair of hands cup his soft cheeks before helping him situation the short skirt. “Carefully baby girl.” DJ whispered into his ear as she swatted him softly on the rear end.

When the pair finally made it to the desk, Ms. Templeton’s face held a look that neither DJ nor Jason could read. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself Jason?”

Jason’s pink lips parted as he turned to look at DJ, trying to figure out a way through the mess. DJ shrugged and laughed. “Either send us to the principal, or let us go back to our seats for class. None of it matters. We both know that I already have enough credits to graduate. Sure, you could probably dress code Jason but technically he isn’t breaking the dress code. See, it somehow never got updated. So while a girl coming to school like that would cause issues.” DJ reached over and pushed the purse out of the way to reveal the growing bulge in the dress. “There is nothing saying a boy can’t. He isn’t trans. Just expressing himself.”

Jason's eyes bounced between the fury on his teacher's face and the self assured look on DJ’s. Ms. Templeton glanced down at the bulge in the dress and raised an eyebrow towards Jason. “Well then. Mr. Anderson, is that how you feel as well?”

DJ turned to look at Jason and nodded once to encourage the blackmailed boy to follow the lead she had laid forth. Biting his lip so as not to speak and further embarrass himself, Jason nodded.

“In that case, I have no recourse but to send the pair of you to Principal Striker’s office.” Picking up an errant pen, the teacher quickly jotted down a note for the pair and handed it off to DJ. “You may go.”

Jason turned and began to mince along towards the class exit. DJ’s eyes met Ms. Templeton’s and the pair shared a smile behind Jason’s back before the goth clad girl made her way towards the bouncing buxom bimbo that was walking out the door. As the door closed behind them, DJ looked up and noticed the restrooms in front of them. A wicked smile came over her face.

‘So, do we punish him in the bathroom before we go see the principal? Or do we see what Principal Striker has in mind?’ PK’s voice didn’t touch either mind, seeming more to come across the scene as a narrator. ‘Find out next week on the next episode of My transcrush made me a bimbo!’