The Transsexual Teacher

Not so hidden in Ms. Sin's blouse were her ample breasts. The black skirt she was wearing today stretched to snugly fit around her thick butt. Greg's eyes wandered from Ms. Sin's lesson to her smooth, muscled legs. She hopped back on her desk, facing the classroom, and crossed her legs. Greg's eyes struggled to see beyond the valley of thigh flesh into her skirt.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over at Andy. "I never even knew we had a gland there, G. This stuff is sick. Why were you late anyway?"

Greg looked back over at Ms. Sin and saw that she had left her desk, she was turned away from them, writing something on the chalkboard. Greg looked at Andy, he whispered, "I wasn't late."

"Oh yes you were. Why do you think Ms. Sin warned you in front of the class?"

Greg was flustered, "I wasn't late. OK!" He said a little too loud.

The class looked back at Greg. Ms. Sin turned her head and gave him a stern look, which gradually softened.

"You weren't late, Mr. Turner? The classroom clock tells a different story." Ms. Sin sauntered down the aisle of desks until stopping at Greg's, she wrapped her hand around his wrist and lifted his watch arm closer to her eyes.

"Mmmhmm." Ms. Sin tapped on the glass face of his watch with her nail and then pointed at the classroom clock, "Your watch is a little early here, Greg." Her brow furrowed for a moment, "Hmm.. this is a good idea." She squeezed his hand and then released it. Ms. Sin walked back up to the front of the class, her hips sashaying.

"Class," She started, "Mr. Turner has brought up a good point. I want all of you to synchronize your watches with the clock on the wall. Don't be late for this class." Ms. Sin smiled. She added, "It is the most important one after all." Nodding in Greg's direction.

The class carried on in an usual manner. Finally the bell rang and kids started shuffling out of the classroom. Greg grabbed his books and headed out the door.

"Wait here a moment, Greg." He heard Ms. Sin call out.