You pushed the boy away

There you realized what was going on. You pushed the boy away from you and quickly covered your chest with your blouse. "No! I'm not into this!"

"What is wrong?" Ms. Banks interrupted her make-out session with her boy and looked over to you.

"I'm not into making out with a boy. I'm one myself, and I'm not gay." You quickly buttoned up your blouse.

"Oh, is that so?" The teacher looked down on you.

You followed her eyes and saw that you still had your fully erect penis out. Quickly you pulled your boxers and the skirt up and hid your erection under them. "Yes, that is so! I may wear a blouse, skirt and heels, have a girls voice and fucking breast implants in my chest. But I'm still a boy and clearly not gay."

Suddenly the bell sounded, marking the end of the lesson.

"Ok, boys, .... I mean girls, class is over. Please remember to be wearing your uniforms tomorrow." Ms. Banks ended the class and the boys left, all of them with an erection in their pants. "You better make sure you wear yours too, or I'll make sure you'll get such a big pair of tits yourself." She said to the boy she had made out with, which caused him to blush and leaf as last.

Then the room was empty except for you and Ms. Banks. "How could you?" You asked her horrified. "How could you get me into this shit?"

"You mean the little service we gave them? That was pretty normal."

"What?" You were shocked that she called that normal.

"Yes. As long as they still have their male sexualities, we teachers are allowed and encouraged to use that to **** them into feminization." Ms. Banks explained making it really sound normal. "If they want it and you are not against it, you are allowed to use your sex appeal and body to make them submit. So you will see some more of it until they fully submitted." Ms. Banks fixed her bra and blouse. "Oh, and as an assistant teacher on your internship it is expected of you to assist me, when I ask for it. So be prepared to service them too, when I ask you."

You couldn't believe that you too had to make out with boys, if Ms. Banks would tell you to. You were a boy, not a girl. You were only attracted to girls and women, not to boys. You nearly threw up just on the thought of making out with a boy.

Then the bell sounded for the next class to begin.

"Oh, and by the way. We have two classes with new students. So keep up the good work."

You were shocked as you saw once more boys entering the room.