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Northwest Bound               by: Virginia Kane               © 2000

 

Part One

If adult, transgendered subject matter offends you, read no further. If you are not 18 years old, leave immediately and find something to do that is appropriate for your age. This is not for you.

Poor Jim! He seemed to face trouble at every turn. He was accepted to serve his internship for his teaching certificate at an all-male religious novitiate. Now, how was Jim to know the woman who served as intern proctor at the all-male school was appointed as a result of an investigation into some possible sexual liaisons between teachers and students? All the falderal over misbehaving clerics that made the daily headlines had the Dean and his board of regents leery that any potential inappropriate behavior at the minor seminary may further discredit the church, so they appointed a woman, a highly respected psychiatrist to quell any concern that a man might tend to sweep any discovered misconduct under the carpet, so to speak and cover up the problem.

She was really appointed to ferret out any potentially guilty faculty members, and to eliminate any chance of misconduct before the media could discover a "hot story" and brandish it in the news. She was highly qualified and was devoted to her mission, and to serving the Lord, but was not successful, to date, at detecting any faculty member that was fooling around with students.

Superiors were suggesting that she was not delving deeply enough to discover latent pedophile or homosexual character traits. She liked her assignment and wanted to stay, as she was confident that her skills would expose any culprits to have them reassigned to less sensitive positions. To satisfy the lackluster results of her interviews with the teachers, she willingly accepted the appointment of an associate, a male associate, to assist her in character assessments. His own credentials were similar to hers, and she was concerned that he would replace her, or she would only be retained as "window dressing".

She was dismayed that none of the teaching staff showed any sign of untoward sexual tendencies. In fact, they were all very chaste men. Most of them admitted they experienced normal desires for relationships with women, but their vows of chastity prevented them from fulfilling them. During the interviews, some of the men explained how they quelled their libidos. They were all well educated men, and were well aware of the dangers involved with dealing with young, virile boys.

The vows of chastity that accompanied their chosen profession were issues that were well covered during their preparation and education, and all were taught how to deal with the temptations they would face and how the world might view their unusual attitudes towards sex.

The interviews were candid and she showed no revulsion as the men explained that prayer, meditation, alternative distractions like hobbies, were effective, and the men, with contrition, admitted to resorting to self abuse to attain relief. As a clinician, she agreed that occasional masturbation was an appropriate form of resolution. She did not feel such actions were improper under the circumstances.

The concerns of her superiors were unfounded. Her reports described the faculty in glowing terms, assuring the hierarchy that no misconduct was evident, despite her diligent analysis of the entire teaching staff. She was confident. She used her extensive research background and all known techniques to detect dangerous homosexual tendencies, without any success, and often sought consultation with colleagues to assure she used every means possible to assess her findings. She was diligent, and even eager to find at least one case that she could refer for a reassignment, but in no way would she consider damaging an innocent man’s record or impair his career in order to show some positive result for her effort.

At this point, she was beginning to question her own abilities. Surely, there was a teacher who would put the reputation of the institution at risk. She reviewed all of her files. None! If only she could show one case, one instance of a teacher who was inclined to be involved with a student sexually, perhaps the board would see that she was not slack in her zeal to detect misconduct. She considered hiring a new teacher who was already blatantly gay; someone who had already been a target for public scorn. After all, the board wanted results.

Not all of the teachers were clerics. The church experienced a severe decline in vocational applications. There simply wasn’t enough ordained teachers available to complete the faculty. Lay teachers were hired for the normal curriculum, and leaving the clerics to devote their efforts to the religious development of the students. The woman decided to find and expose a new teacher, one who didn’t have a lot of friends at the school. That way, no one would be concerned over his dismissal. If such a teacher was exposed, and dismissed, no ordained teacher ‘s career would suffer, and perhaps this target would see the inherent evil in his sexual preference and change his outlook to pursue normal sexual relations.

Jim was unaware of the woman’s efforts of to find someone with a background of prior public exposure for dalliance in homosexual activities. He felt his school adequately addressed the issue, as he was a victim of circumstance, not the perpetrator of the controversial incident. He didn’t know he was being set up.

He was dismissed soon after his arrival at the novitiate. As he rode the bus back to his college to apply for another internship, in is mind he reviewed the events that led to his dismissal.

It was stupid to admit to being bi-sexual on that application, he mused. They had no right to ask his sexual preference. He should have left it blank.

He was afraid of lying or hiding something on his application, which might be a cause for his dismissal. During his telephone interview, the woman assured him he would not be held accountable for his previous indiscretions, but he would be held accountable for any improper behavior, once he began teaching at the new job. She stressed that he was to conduct himself properly and behave chastely. That was all that was expected of all of the teachers and the staff.

Not that it mattered much, anymore. He was dismissed, and had to file a special plea to be permitted to apply for another internship before a review committee at his alma mater, where he had graduated the past June. The worst was, they also knew why he was dismissed from his internship. Sexual deviation!

Some sexual deviation that was! All I did was wear silk underwear to work. Was I supposed to know that it was forbidden under the rules of conduct for the school?

Lots of guys prefer the smooth texture of silk to the coarseness of cotton. I feel I got a raw deal. What’s the harm of wearing silk underwear? They sure made a big deal out of it. How could I have known that I’d be asked to fill in for an absent gym coach that day and need to change my clothes in the faculty locker room?

They were ready. Four teachers appeared, shocked at seeing his sexy bikini briefs. The dean was called and showed up in seconds to witness his "ribald" display of sexual deviance. He was ordered off of the campus immediately, and got the dismissal notice by messenger within the hour. The notice had to have been prepared in advance to get to him that quickly. It clearly indicated that a copy was already sent to his college, as well, so his alma mater would know the cause for the dismissal.

When he arrived, he immediately applied for an appointment with the internship committee. They were far less appalled by his poor choice of underwear. He was lectured about his poor judgment in a situation where his future was dependant on adherence to a strict code of conduct. Had he known about pending lawsuits over teachers who had allegedly taken sexual liberties with students, he would have applied elsewhere for an internship. He wasn’t aware the school was under surveillance by state authorities for potential faculty sexual misconduct.

Another internship was denied, so he appealed to the board of regents of the university to reconsider. Otherwise, four years of his life would go down the drain, unless he could fulfill the required one-year internship. Before he got a response from the board of regents, he received a phone call from a former faculty advisor.

He wanted to meet, off campus, and discuss Jim’s future chances of getting another internship.

They met for coffee, far from campus. He was uncomfortable with the clandestine aura of the meeting. The teacher said he was equally uncomfortable, as he could not appear to be outwardly supportive, considering the nature of my dismissal.

He also admitted that he felt Jim got a raw deal, but could be in jeopardy of being accused of conspiring with Jim to coerce the board of regents. He did not want to invite retribution for acting on behalf of a known sexual deviate! As ridiculously menial as Jim’s deviant act was, the university records only showed a cause, not the severity so as not to further his chastisement by disclosing lucid behavior in a public record. Jim was labeled, and that was that!

He expressed compassion for Jim’s misfortune, and met solely in the interest of helping Jim to locate a school with less concern over sexual preferences. The former advisor was confident no major public institution would be interested in Jim now, in light of the recent dismissal.

"If you were to contact a private sponsor directly, instead, secure a commitment for an internship, and then approach the board of regents, they would be more inclined to approve it, rather than if the university had to locate a willing sponsor. Then, the university could not be held responsible for their referring a known sex deviate, if you should conduct myself in another inappropriate manner at the next placement.

"Thanks, for the suggestion, but I don’t know of any school that would accept me either, after what happened."

He smiled, and he told me he would not have asked to meet; only to give some advise. He knew of a sponsor that might be willing to give me a chance. He also assured Jim the last fiasco wouldn’t be a big concern to this school. In fact, it could be an advantage.

Jim looked at him, perplexed and was sure the teacher read the look on his face, as he continued. He told Jim that lumbermen often go out into the "back country" for extended periods of time. "Even in this day and age, good roads into the high timber country are few and far between. The mills all need healthy young men to cut the timber. It’s an arduous task, so the younger the men, the better.

Often, ideal men are those we’d call slow learners, over eighteen, and still don’t have high school diplomas. I know of one mill that offers men excellent wages and benefits, and the chance to attend evening school, out in the field, with small class sizes. Intense tutoring support from special teachers, who have been highly trained to provide special learning incentives, encourage the lumbermen to study.

High turnover due to the risk of injury, dull, tedious, dirty work of cutting timber in the hot and humid forests forces the mill to constantly recruit new young men for the field. The mill loses a lot of good men once they graduate from high school and qualify for easier, safer jobs.

Teachers for those evening classes are equally hard to find. The mills are fully aware of how the rowdy young men get horny when away from civilization for extended periods of time. With few women available, lust driven men find other ways to satisfy themselves. Attending the provided evening classes in the dull evenings keeps the men out of mischief."

Jim was astounded, and expressed indignation that lumber mills would tolerate such behavior. He admitted liking men, a bit, once in a while, as well as women, but he was definitely not interested in going into the wild to be used as a slave for a bunch of big, horny loggers who were oversexed, out in the wood somewhere.

"That isn’t the case at all. The school for the loggers has multiple locations, each of which is strategically located, so the men can come from many surrounding logging camps. Classes are held with groups of teachers assigned to each area.

You wouldn’t be alone; it would be quite safe. I hope I didn’t make it sound totally barbaric."

When Jim asked him how he knew, he blushed, and admitted he experienced it himself. He explained being from a poor background, had no money to afford any college, dropped out of school and became a logger to survive. As a logger, a teacher in such a logger’s school who encouraged him to become a teacher, as well, befriended him. Eventually, he saved enough money to finish college, advance in his field and acquire his highly coveted college professorship.

He went on to say that if it were not for the teacher that befriended him, he would never achieve those goals and was deeply indebted to his old friend, now the principal of the logging mill high school. He handed Jim a typed, unsigned letter and patted his hand. He told Jim to re-type it, insert his name in the spaces and send it off by express mail. He wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Jim received a reply of acceptance within a week.

Two weeks later, the board approved Jim’s new internship and he was on his way to the northwest to meet an old friend of his counselor. The logging company sent a one-way bus ticket with his letter of acceptance, indicating the principal is expecting Jim to arrive as soon as possible, as they first needed to orient him to replace a retiring teacher. The letter went on to say that he could make the trip by personal auto, if Jim preferred, but a suitable means of transportation would be provided whenever needed. Unless it was four-wheel drive SUV, most cars could not be useable on the unpaved roads into the timberland.

Initially, Jim was to be billeted near the company’s main offices, until ready for assignment to a field unit. He was to report directly to the main office building upon his arrival. A cab would meet him at the bus station, unless he chose to drive, in which case he was supposed to proceed to the main office using the marked enclosed local area map provided for directions.

The bus trip was uneventful and tiring. After a short ride in a limo, he received a tour of the extensive corporate offices and was treated as a VIP. The people he got to meet were very courteous, and beamed with exuberance of his joining the team. Afterwards, he was taken to a luxurious hotel and told to wait for a mentor who was on her way in from the field and would arrive the following morning.

On HER way in? They seemed amused by Jim’s look of shock by this sudden disclosure. He explained that the last internship program director was also a woman, who he felt set him up to get canned for reasons he never understood clearly. They laughed and told him not to worry. Miss Gladden was not the kind of person who was prejudiced in any way. Jim still was hesitant. Their jovial assurances weren’t totally convincing.

After being advised that the tour was over, a binder containing employment rules and the company’s history was pushed into his hands, and he was accompanied to the hotel by a pleasant young lady with a great body. She was very nice and he got the impression she was flirting with him. He didn’t want to start out in trouble, so he ignored her gestures and remained calm. It didn’t stop him from wishing he could get to know her better along the line, when he knew his way around better.

At the hotel, she excused herself, after showing him to his room, suggesting that he review the material he was given and await Miss Gladden’s arrival. He was advised he could dine at the company owned hotel restaurant using his room number. The company would provide his meals without cost for the time being.

The service and food was terrific. He quickly devoured the ample portions, as he was so nervous during the bus trip that the thought of food hardly entered his mind. Everything about the hotel, food, courtesy of everyone he met, all mad him feel comfortable that he made the right decision, in spite of his mentor being a woman. He shook his head, and decided to make the best of this last chance.

After eating, he retired to his room and reviewed the thick packet of information he was given, until he felt he couldn’t keep his eyes focused on it for more than a few seconds at a time. After watching some television, he retired for the night in a king-sized bed. It was far more comfortable than those he had grown used to while at college.

The following morning, the ringing phone abruptly broke his sleep. It was only 5:30 in the morning! The sun wasn’t even up yet! A lovely voice on the phone got his immediate attention. His mentor was inquiring if he would like to join her for breakfast. Not wanting to seem put out by her call, so early in the day, he told her he was up already and only needed about fifteen minutes to get ready to meet her wherever she chose.

She suggested her coming over to his suite, as the company was paying, and she preferred the hotel’s excellent room service, whenever she was in town.

She asked if he would mind, as the hotel’s roving omelet cart was simply fabulous, and they both absolutely must sample from their scrumptious menu of entrees that can be prepared right in the rooms, to order.

It seemed to lavish, but what the heck, why not? He agreed. She asked to leave his door unlocked if he hadn’t showered yet, so she wouldn’t have to wait out in the hallway. Not to seem reluctant to his new boss, he again agreed to her pliant request. He took his lone suitcase with him and put it into the small clothing foyer inside the big bathroom, as a precaution, and locked the bathroom door, after first unlocking the outer door to the hotel suite.

After a quick shower, he could hear her calling out to him while he shaved. He responded, saying he would be out in a few seconds. He dressed with lightning speed, so as not to make her wait long. As he cautiously opened the door, he found she wasn’t in the bedroom. Instead, she was standing with her back to him before the large mirror in the sitting room. When he appeared in the doorway, she pivoted on ultra high heels, and swiftly crossed the room, hand extended, to introduce herself. She was a tall, gorgeous woman, with a voluptuous body. She appeared to be about thirty-five years old.

"Miss Louise Gladden. Mr. James Martin, I presume?"

Jim was not prepared for someone so young and beautiful to be in charge of a high school for lumberjacks, and stood with his jaw open, slow to gather his wits about him to respond to her sweet voice and greeting with coherence. She didn’t seem surprised at that, either. Instead, his lack of aplomb seemed expected, as if she was used to men ogling her fantastic body upon meeting her.

"Yes, Jim Martini,,, I mean Martin. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect someone so pretty,,, I mean, I was expecting someone much older,,, I mean, well,,, you’re too pretty to fit my conception of a high school principal. My faculty advisor said the principal was a very good friend of his. Knew him for years. I was expecting someone much older than you are."

"Well, I’m glad you appreciate my efforts to be attractive, Jamie. As for ‘Martini’, I like that name. May I use that for your last name when we are alone? It seems so much more elegant than ‘Martin", and I feel you could use some elegance for a change. Unless, of course, you harbor some grudge against gin. I like names that have posh sounds. Don’t you? As for my age, your friend was a dear friend of my mother. I remember him from my youth. You see, I followed in my mom’s footsteps and replaced her as principal when she retired, a few years back.

When I received your letter and your college transcript, I knew who must have referred you and that you’d be a good candidate for our program. Once you complete your internship, I hope you’ll decide to stay on permanently.

We have an excellent, adult education program to help men finish high school. We conduct several college level classes, too as a branch of our community college. That way, we can retain our employees longer, after they qualify for less strenuous jobs. The courses are offered as a free employment benefit. Many men stay out in the field longer than they would otherwise, just so they can continue their college education without cost, accumulating money as they do. The mill pays them well, you see.

I checked your background thoroughly, and the cause for your last dismissal. You may set aside any fears you may have over our treating your unusual sexual preferences with distaste. Many of our teachers have similar inclinations. It helps them to get along with the big, muscle-bound lumbermen we have to teach.

Most likely, you’ve already surmised that we have trouble getting good teachers for our schools. Your college curriculum and grades indicate that you are suitably qualified to become a proper addition to our permanent staff. I’m also pleased to know you once had a, shall we say, ‘close friendship’ with another man. You may have heard rumors about the loggers’ reputation to regard men who aren’t out there to cut wood, are out there to be close to the kind of he-men that do, and like to entertain the loggers, even sexually. Sometimes, rumors are true, Jamie.

Does it offend you that men may feel that way towards other men and some may approach you as willing to provide them with some sexual relief? The mill does hire some gay support staff, so they don’t have to hire seedy camp-girls to keep all the men working out in the wild. Otherwise, the men would want to come into town, seduce girls, causes ruckuses, and upset a delicate balance with the local residents and business owners."

It was obvious to Jim that she assumed he was willing to accept sex with the men, as she was forewarning him that men may approach him to provide them with sexual favors, and he should be prepared to respond in a way that would not lead them on, or they may choose to force themselves on him. This must be a common aspect of logging camp life. He felt that she wished for him to clear the air and tell her whether or not he’d be willing to respond. Silently, he sat for a while, considering what he could possibly say that wouldn’t spoil this final chance to complete his internship, but wouldn’t make him sound as if he were aggressive in pursuing sex with men, either. He preferred women. The smell and soft touch of a woman was far more arousing to him than a coarse, sweaty, beefy stud.

"I really don’t know, Miss Gladden. I only had one encounter with another man, a roommate. We lived together for almost the whole school year, but, before that terrible experience, I had no inclination towards having sex with other men. Yet, I must admit that I enjoyed the sex I had with him, until he became brutally mean. He became possessive and domineering. If the circumstances are right, I might consider an affair with another man again, but I don’t consider myself gay.

I prefer the delicate nature of women more. Not that I’m ‘swishy’, but the soft touch and gentle disposition of a beautiful woman, someone like yourself, is far more exciting to me. That’s why I prefer to regard myself as straight, or perhaps bi-sexual, or ‘curious’, but I’m not really gay.

Look, I need this internship, Miss Gladden, and I’ll do whatever is required in order to complete it successfully. If I had known I’d be expected to have sex with men as part of this placement, I honestly can say that I would not have come out here. My one gay affair in college has caused me nothing but grief. Ever since, I’ve personally felt the brunt of all the bigotry most people have toward the gay community. I’d definitely prefer not to face that kind of bigotry any longer, but my records prevent me from hiding the fact that I once had a gay relationship, so I’m stuck with it, to my dismay.

Now that I’m here, I guess I’ll have to make the best of it. What chance will I have at getting another assignment? None! So, I’ll take my chances, but please don’t let my previous indiscretion prevent me from getting my teaching certificate. I’ll do whatever you say. However, I don’t want anything to do with disgusting, crude

Men. Most men are too possessive. Once you give in to them sexually, they act as if they own you and can threaten you just because you gave in and let them use you to get off. I can’t stand how a man can treat others like some pawn, with blackmail, without the least bit of respect.

I had to indicate I was bi-sexual on my last internship application because when I broke off the relationship with my roommate, he was so bitter, he swore he would

Cause me more trouble advising my employers that I was gay, and he could prove it. I couldn’t take a chance and not disclose it, or I’d be branded for making false statements on the application as well as being queer."

Miss Gladden seemed unperturbed by Jim’s disclosure. "Jamie, we could hardly expect anyone to stay around for long if the men treated them like chattel. Our logging camps aren’t slave pits of forced submission. The ways we prepare you for teaching out in the field will make loggers anxious to treat you with the utmost respect. After years of experience, we discovered precisely how to keep the big lugs from bullying any of our teachers. We’ll teach you how to keep them in line, and everyone will always treat you magnificently.

Tell me, Jamie. Do you still have those silk undies? I’d like to see what caused you so much trouble."

"Miss Gladden, no one’s called me ‘Jamie’ in years. Mom called me that. You are bringing back some fond memories of my youth when you say it like that. I’m very sorry, but I threw those damned skivvies out. They caused me enough of grief. I didn’t want to get caught wearing them again. I’m strictly a BVD man ever since the silk underwear caused me to be dismissed from my last internship."

"That’s a shame, Jamie. You needn’t worry about the kind of underwear you prefer here. Let’s see." She paused, opened a file on her lap that probably held all the history on Jim Martin she needed to assess his qualifications for serving an internship at this school. She read for a few minutes and jotted down a few notes. "Let’s see… I understand you admit that you are bi-sexual, but prefer to have relationships with women, more so than with men. That’s fine. Enjoying the softness of silk is very appealing to you, and the gentle nature of feminine things coincides with our training program. Fondness for silky underwear was one of the reasons for accepting your request for an internship with us. Some men feel it is a way to recognize if another man is approachable.

We don’t normally ask questions about how our applicants choose to behave in private, as long as they don’t publicly embarrass the mill. Being bi-sexual can be beneficial to a teacher while assisting lazy loggers in their studies. I’m bi-sexual, myself, Jamie, so I’d hardly chastise you for having such tendencies. In fact, I’m attracted to you. So, please don’t feel that you won’t fit in with our little group of teachers. You’ll be meeting some of the faculty later today, after you get to take a physical exam. Then, you’ll be in a better position to assess whether or not you will enjoy working here.

I’ll explain some of the basics. We try to educate some very rough and tough men in our school. We have to use any means we can to keep them interested in their studies. It isn’t always easy. Older loggers don’t think much of trying to get an education, and they have a strong influence over the younger guys. Students tend to forget the studies and want to party along with the older guys. You’ll see what I mean, once you’ve met some of them.

Let’s order breakfast. After a good a good meal to start the day, I’ll take you over to the company clinic for your physical and introduce you to our chief physician. The company will provide for all of your medical needs while employed. It’s hard to get outside doctors to make house calls in the wild, so the company maintains its own medical staff. If anyone gets hurt in the field, a team can fly in by chopper if necessary to provide immediate attention or evacuation to a hospital. It’s all run very efficiently."

As the two enjoyed a lavish breakfast, prepared before them with a flourish, Jim listened intently as Miss Gladden continued to provide many details of benefits that the job entitled him. Teachers received top-shelf treatment, and were held in high regard by all personnel, even the top echelon managers of the mill.

After breakfast, they walked over to the very impressive, modern clinic, across the street from the hotel. Jim glanced back over his shoulder at the nine-story hotel. It seemed a bit out of place for the small town in which it was located. His initial impression was that four-story clinic appeared to be oversized for the town it served, as well. The mill must have many employees to warrant it.

The hustle and bustle of the busy foyer convinced Jim that the women and the children patiently waiting to be assisted were family members of employees of the mill. Miss Gladden led Jim to an elevator to take him up to the second floor. Jim wondered why they didn’t use the stairs, as it was only a single flight. Louise explained that the upper floors were very secure. Only authorized employees had key cards like the one she showed to him before she put it into a slot next to the number 2 on the elevator’s selection panel.

The elevator door opened to a richly paneled hallway. Louise asked Jim to follow her as she proceeded to an unmarked office. The spacious office was elegantly appointed with rich wood-grain paneling. She introduced Jim to the doctor sitting behind the oversized desk as the director of the clinic, another woman. She, in turn, paged another doctor on her telephone intercom. Within a minute, another female doctor responded. She was introduced, and the director excused herself and agreed to Miss Gladden’s suggestion for lunch together later, after Jim’s physical was completed.

Leaving Miss Gladden and the director behind, the other woman doctor took Jim to an examination cubicle and had him strip to his briefs. She performed the ritual of a thorough physical exam; then handed him a throwaway paper hospital gown she explained he would wear while going to radiology for some x-rays, etc., etc. He asked her if the clinic employed any male doctors. She gave him an injured look in response. At that, he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

After long moments of silence during her examination, the doctor sighed, and explained that most brawny men have a certain respect for women that gives female doctors an advantage. The men behave much differently than they would with a male doctor. Jim quickly concurred, hoping to reverse his earlier faux pax and get back in the good graces with this splendid woman. "I too have a higher regard for women doctors. Are all men equally inclined?’

She asked Jim to explain himself. He responded by telling her that male doctors often seem to be arrogant, unlike their female counterparts. "Male doctors treat their patients as if they know nothing at all. On the other hand, women doctors seem to be more considerate, try to explain a patient’s condition in lay terms, and appear to be more sympathetic to how their patients feel."

She smiled at him and he felt as if he scored a few points with her to overcome her earlier consternation, when he asked if any male doctors worked at the clinic. She went on to say that many of the doctors were men, but the director was Miss Gladden’s doctor and Miss Gladden asked her to personally perform Jim’s exam, to welcome him to the logging industry, but unfortunately, a serious matter arose, so she asked her first assistant to do the honors.

Jim felt honored that the top physicians attending to him. The comprehensive exam required them to visit various stations for x-rays, blood tests, and a few tests he never heard of previously. By the time the exam was complete, most of the morning had passed. By this time, the two were cordial, and the doctor made Jim feel more comfortable by assuring him that nothing major was found wrong.

Upon their return to the director’s office, the clinic’s chief was found engrossed in the file she was reading. Setting the heavy manila folder in the center of the huge desk and backing away a step, the younger doctor coughed politely to get her attention. The head of the clinic looked up and smiled.

"All went well, I assume, Dr. Weston?"

"Perfectly, Dr. Shields. With a few very minor exceptions, Mr. Martin is in perfect health. Only a bit of chest congestion and neural response deviation was found, nothing more. His profile is ideal for the position he is applying for. The report has all of the necessary details, fully disclosed."

"Thank you, Mary. I wanted to see to the exam personally, but you know how it is. I barely have time to complete my rounds lately. There are too many incidents borne of carelessness. The men are restless and their minds aren’t on their jobs.

They need to get their minds off of coming into town and pay closer attention to what they are doing. I’ll take over from here. Thank you. That will be all for now."

After Dr. Weston left, Dr. Shields put aside the other file and paged through the folder that Dr. Weston set on her desk. After a few pensive minutes, she looked up at Jim and smiled. "I think you should plan on staying in town at the hotel for a few weeks. Your chest x-ray shows a spot that we’d like to check into further. I’ll order an ultra-sound. It’s most likely nothing for you to be concerned of, but I’d prefer knowing that you are in top shape before approving you for field duty. The heat and humidity in the deep woods can be nasty. Roll up your sleeve. Your records show that you are overdue for a tetanus shot."

Jim thought Dr. Shields seemed to enjoy seeing him wince from her injecting him with the antitoxin. When she was done, she put a finger on a button on her desk and asked an unseen secretary to summon Miss Gladden and her associates, and tell them she and Mr. Martin were ready for lunch. After a few minutes, Miss Gladden and four equally gorgeous, statuesque ladies who were introduced as a few of his fellow teachers joined them.

Still embarrassed over the cold stare he got for inquiring about any male doctors, earlier, he wisely refrained from asking about any other male teachers. His only comment was to mention his good fortune to have six such lovely ladies take him to lunch. If he was to be surrounded by the likes of them, he was really going to enjoy teaching here.

Everyone likes to be complimented, and these girls were no exception. At lunch, Miss Gladden explained to the group how Jim happened to come to them as an intern. She even told them how he was dismissed from another assignment for being caught wearing "panties" That brought a round of laughter, and Jim was mortified. He tried to explain that they were not panties, but men’s silk briefs, but that brought on more laughter and made his crimson complexion all the brighter.

On girl asked if they were as bright a red as my face was. When he said they were black, someone retorted: "Ew, black, how sexy!" The more he tried to explain, the worse the lewd comments got until he was hopelessly stupefied, and gave up on trying to make any more excuses. The girls playfully continued to taunt him.

As the luncheon concluded, they all apologized for teasing him and decided to make up for it by taking him on a shopping spree of a lifetime, explaining how they knew precisely what type of clothing he would need to successfully fulfill his new internship. He tried to explain that his finances wouldn’t bear the strain of a spree they told him that it would all be charged to an employee expense account. The company expected him to get an entire wardrobe suitable for the field, and the company would foot the entire bill, including all the sexy lingerie he wanted. The last comment brought about another round of raucous laughter.

On leaving the hotel restaurant, Miss Gladden ushered Jim aside and whispered that the girls planned sort of an initiation for him. They did it for all the new men, and strongly suggested to go along, no matter what happens. Anything they’d purchase that he may dislike could be returned later without any problems. He nodded that he understood and wouldn’t think of spoiling their fun. Indeed, he was looking forward to being pampered by this coven of charming demons, the kind he’d love to become devilishly intimate with.

He was sure he wasn’t about to make many friends by being a spoilsport. Rather, he felt it would be better to go along with the gag for the fun of it. He looked the women over carefully. They were all so beautiful. He’d be wise to gain their support and hoped to garner more than just a casual friendship with at least one. Everybody was being so nice to him, totally unlike the reception he got at the last internship assignment. The last thought gave him a good feeling

Jim was not surprised when the limo they took arrived at the first stop. It was an upscale ladies’ boutique. He sunk back into the posh seat of the limo and smiled.

"So they plan to have a little fun, eh? Ach, why not." He missed the feel of silk on his loins. A few new pair wouldn’t hurt a bit. "Let them have their fun"

He knew they’d continue to razz him about being "caught" wearing silk undies and insist on replacing those he discarded. Miss Gladden must have had quite a laugh telling the girls all about his exposure. If they only knew how often or how far he had to go to please his blackmailing former roommate, they’d shit a brick.

He was ushered into the store by two of the women who took him in arm and pulled him out of the limo while he feigned mild protests all the while, creating quite a scene for the benefit of the initiation squad and the store’s other clientele. He was literally dragged to the rear of the store into a private changing room, large enough to accommodate all seven of them. They started stripping his male clothes from him, until he was standing, nearly nude in his cotton briefs. Boxer shorts didn’t give him the sense of secure containment. As one of the girls tried to peel them down, he put up a fuss, so she relented.

A matronly sales clerk arrived with a yellow cloth tape measure. She took many measurements while he stood motionless with both hands extended out to the sides, a willing lamb for the slaughter. Each girl took her turn proposing what she thought should be brought in first to be fitted to his shaking body. All of the suggestions were for the most sensuous intimate apparel possible. He assumed they were only taunting him, and really didn’t think they’d go that far.

They huddled and decided he would feel less self-conscious if they were all to strip to their undies, and try some of the confections on, themselves. Without further ado, they all began to divest themselves of their clothing. Now! This was beginning to be more than he dreamed possible. This was quite an initiation!

They drew closer to him wearing nothing more than panties and bras, braces and stockings, except for two that were wearing naughty French corsets, like he’d never seen before. Twelve huge mammaries jiggled as the girls bent over to pick up their discarded clothing. Each girl made a point of bending way over and then turning around to flash their lace festooned, or sheer panty covered bottoms at him. They were having a ball, knowing he was getting excited from their wanton display of flesh and finery. These girls were really uninhibited. He was shocked at how casual they were acting, as if they did this sort of thing all the time. In all his short adult history of visiting strip joints, nothing ever compared to the volume of female attributes on display before him at such close range.

His manhood began to respond involuntarily, sticking straight out, making Jim glow red with embarrassment. One girl noticed and suggested he might be less aroused if he had a blindfold, as the pretty bodies was too much for him. With that, she extracted a domino type blindfold from her purse, and put it over his eyes, smiling, as she knew that the gauze eye slits of the sequent covered mask allowed him to see, anyway.

The sales clerk returned with a big stack of the most feminine panties he had ever seen. Whisking him behind a curtain into a cubicle and handed him a tiny codpiece made of heavy latex. She whispered that he was not the first recipient of this harmless prank, and it would be best to go along. Everyone wanted him to go along with it, he thought. He wouldn’t think of not going along. This was sooo exciting!

"The company always provides a shopping spree for new teachers. You must be one of them. All the clothing can be returned without charge, except for undies, unless you wear something under them. The latex codpiece will also diminish the obvious aroused condition." She spun me around and handed it to me over my shoulder. "Quickly, put it on, I won’t look."

It was tight, but Jim managed to get it into place, while she patiently waited, with her back turned. The thing firmly coaxed his male parts to be less obvious, and he was glad she provided it, as he wasn’t anxious to return to six giggling women with a raging hard-on showing. The stack of lacy panties over the arm of the sales clerk was so pretty, that they caused his erection to continue to grow.

The clerk asked Jim if he was ready. He said yes, and she handed him a black pair of panties that were exactly like the ones that caused him all the trouble, a few weeks back, except they were trimmed in delicate lace. As he drew them up his legs, he got goose bumps and took a deep breath to calm himself.

The clerk smiled, nodded, and gently pushed him through the curtain. As soon as he emerged, a flash went off, blinding him momentarily, and he was greeted with whoops and cheers of admiration. Red as a beet, he was spun around. He did a mock pirouette on command, and took a deep bow. Hands were all over him, caressing his shaking form. Exclamations of glee over how perfect his body was followed by more petting from two of the pretty girls whose own now bodies clung suggestively to his partially clad frame with their breasts and crotches in contact with his most erogenous zones, while the Polaroid snapshots continued.

He was pulled back behind the curtain by the sales clerk and helped to change into a pair of white panties, which had a lace panel in front, with a big bow in the middle of the insert. As soon as she his switched panties, she pushed him back out to more pictures and fondling. Then, it was a pair of pink, and then lime green, lavender, pale blue, and finally a pair of fire engine red panties with rows of ruffles over his smallish buns, which the girls grabbed by the handful.

Miss Gladden announced to the sales clerk that we’d take all of the panties, as he was so pretty in them all, and the clerk should proceed to bras. He meekly tried to protest, saying he realized the initiation was a jest, yet it was going too far, which met with hoots of scorn for his being a poor sport. At that, he looked to Miss Gladden. He was sure it was her plan from the beginning, to dress him totally in feminine finery.

Secretly, he enjoyed all the attention and a thrill for the feel of silkiness on his hips. He wished he wasn’t wearing the latex thing under the panties, as his hard manhood was denied the delicate touch of the delicate fabric. He relented to her command and was led back to the cubicle to be fitted with a lacy red bra fitted with built in inserts to provide him an ersatz bosom.

When he came out of the stall, the playful girls surrounded him again; who smothered him with kisses and squeezes to the fake mounds on his chest. He abandoned resisting further objection to his initiation; although, the continued flashes of light from the camera was beginning to concern him. The photos could destroy him, but he was unsure of how he could stop the fervor of these women. He wouldn’t dare consider what they might do if he got them angry, now. They went to far to much trouble to set up this farce to deny them their fun.

As he stood in the center of their circle, a matching garter belt was affixed to his waist and a chair was set behind him. He was forced into the chair, and beige opaque nylon stockings were rolled up each leg. Low heeled shoes followed the nylons, and a slip and dress appeared. His arms were held up to allow first the slip, and then the dress to be drawn down over his slight frame. Once he was fully dressed, the girls surrounded him again, and went to work on his face with all sorts of cosmetics. He was told to remain still, as a tall blonde approached with a tube of lipstick.

He was shocked by his timidity and inability to bolt out of there. Normally, he was not so easy going, but somehow, it didn’t bother him that he was the blunt of this weird joke of an initiation. He was more interested in how loose all the girls were with their charms, and wondered what was to follow this adventure. Would he be able to seduce one of them? Or, did they have some other plans for him? He was smart enough to go along to see just how far they would go. The possibilities all seemed to have good potential, unless this prank was part of a plan to make a mockery of him and get him dismissed again. Somehow, that didn’t make sense to him. The mill spent a good deal of money on his bus fare and the room at the hotel, to merely turn around and bounce him out on his rear.

He decided to act unconcerned, and enjoy himself, until he heard Miss Gladden announce that it was time to leave, as they had several more stops to make, and purchased enough undies for the time being. He had enough panties for the time being? Whatever did she mean? How could he leave the seclusion of this back room, dressed as he was, wearing a blindfold? Before he was able to ask, the blindfold was off, and a wig was put over his almost short hair, and he was being escorted out of the store amid taunts not to resist.

They emerged out into the daylight and he was ushered into an awaiting van.

The limo that brought them all to the store was gone. Before he could inquire as to their destination, the van pulled into another parking lot in front of a beauty salon. That answered that question. They weren’t stopping at half measures. They were going to give him the full treatment. He was in no position to argue, what with the tide of the hilarity the girls displayed, and the evidence of their all but total indifference to his prior pleas. "Oh well," he thought. Let them have their little joke. He was thrilled at all the attention he was getting.

These women were determined to make him up completely as a girl, and there was no stopping them. Once inside the salon, he was guided to the back of the store again into a private room. Three pretty girls worked on him simultaneously, while the women that brought him there stood around watching. Since he had no choice in the matter, he relaxed as his hair was trimmed and washed with some chemicals with a strong, acrid smell. The girls all moved along with him to a hair dryer. The warm air, drumming sound and the contentment from a stomach full of rich food from lunch caused him to doze off, while holding hands with two very gorgeous women, prettier than any he ever dated.

He awoke with a start, conscious of popping sounds and dull throbs at each ear. He thought he must have been imagining things. The girls were merely shaking his shoulders to wake him as they were saying it was time to go. As the dryer was removed, and he rose from the chair, he saw his reflection in the mirror in front of him. "MY GOD!" He had to look twice. He barely recognized himself!

His mind was racing. "They did give me the full treatment, trimmed eyebrows, dyed hair and hoop earrings, to boot! But most outlandish of all is my hair! I’m a platinum blonde, and it’s styled into a pixie thing. How will I ever bet it to look masculine again?"

Aloud, with anguish, he groaned. "Miss Gladden! How could you allow the girls to do this to me? How can I teach classes with my hair like this? I look sort of like a woman, but the men will know I’m a man. I’ll have to get it all cut off and hope it will grow out into a crew cut to hide this bleach job! Oh, my eyebrows! They’re a woman’s eyebrows! You made me look too much like a woman! Why? I’ll look like some kind of pervert to the loggers!"

"Relax, Jamie. You won’t be teaching any classes until next semester. You can’t be expected to start in mid-semester. You simply aren’t prepared to handle those rough and tumble men as students in a classroom. First, you’ll be taught what you need to know to do your job effectively. In the meantime, we want you to be at ease with the rest of the teaching staff. Right girls?" All of the women chimed in, agreeing with Miss Gladden with my obvious ability to fit in. Comment about my lovely new hairdo and cute features came for all quarters.

"But I’m a man. You said most of the faculty members were men. How will they react when they see me?"

"Why don’t you ask them, now? ALL SIX OF US ARE MEN!"

"What? But,, But,,,. You are all men? I suppose Dr Shields is one too?"

"Yup, we’re all men. Let’s go back to the hotel. I’ll explain the entire program to you there. You’ll soon understand why all the loggers treat us with the highest respect. They treat us like women, because that’s what we want them to see."

Jim confusedly returned to the privacy of his suite, dressed completely in drag, in the company of six great looking young women. Just before leaving the salon, to prove her point, Miss Gladden had all of the girls lift their skirts and expose their bulging panties to Jim’s startled expression. Some of the bulges were so thinly covered with near transparent lace, there was no doubt left in his mind that these were men, but they were all so pretty, unlike himself. His mind nearly went blank.

During the ride back, Miss Gladden had explained that many of the loggers also knew the true gender of the teachers, leastwise; the ones who tried to get familiar with them. The loggers preferred teachers who would not likely seek retribution for any careless seed they may spill on occasion. He was assured that once he started teaching, he’d soon learn how he could keep the young men studying hard: by occasionally providing some extra rewards for their diligence, sexually that is, if he wanted to do so.

Bewildered by the exposure of this startling concept, he spent the following half-hour trying to determine if he should believe what he learned. Miss Gladden was unabashed as she explained how he would be more successful at getting men to sign up for and attend the classes regularly if he were to comport himself as an object of desire. The men lacked incentive to continue their own education. For several past generations, the least brawny who went out into the woods were often used sexually by the strongest to appease pent up needs. Those who could force themselves upon the weaker ones did so, often with abuse and derision.

Eventually the mill recognized it was wiser to hire some gays and bi-sexual men who were willing to accept any male sexual advances and would not be severely traumatized by being raped, as would women. The gay men worked as cooks, drivers and in other positions that did not require a lot of brute strength. They effectively satisfied horny lumbermen while out in the lumber camps without the problems real women would pose. While not all men in the field were rampant sex maniacs, and it was not even a prevalent form of diversion, it happened often enough to preclude the managers of the field units to provide a solution.

She went on to explain how her widowed father discovered by his initial awkward attempts at crossdressing that sexy looking teachers could keep the younger men interested in attending classes better, and students became more diligent. By learning to become ultra-feminine, he was able to keep the students more interested in attending classes in their spare time and eventually began using feminine charms to reward men for their efforts. Sex wasn’t rampant, and used only when other means failed, and only if he liked the student. He would entice a student with the promise of sexual favors, but only accommodated students who did well with his studies. Word got around. Do well for sex. Sex soon became the candy that he learned to dangle before these "monsters in the woods". It wasn’t long before the educational program flourished, once the men learned there was sufficient benefit to be derived from furthering their schooling.

Of course, camp girls were often brought out to satisfy the cravings of most men in the logging camps. These were women of hardy stock, who were neither the prettiest nor the moist delicate of girls. They were good at what they did, but they would not attract much attention from the younger men with keener appetites. Young men required pretty young girls, or ultra-feminine, sophisticated women that could fill them with infatuation. It would not help the young men finish high school if they were preoccupied with coming into town to fraternize with the local young girls, whose fathers were dead set against the young men chasing them.

Jim’s mind reeled. Why did he have to be so spineless? If he hadn’t had given in to his roommate’s coercion last year, none of this would be happening now. One thing led to another back then, and he was eventually hopelessly blackmailed into routinely fellating another man. He was sure Miss Gladden was advised by the teacher who referred him how his roommate published a very clear picture, a close-up of his face, with a cock stuffed in his mouth, on the Internet, for anyone to see, in retribution, once he finally refused to submit to further degradation.

Now, he couldn’t deny being gay. His subsequent labeling as a deviate at his last internship put the nails in his coffin. His future as a teacher was clearly at a dead end, unless he accepted what Miss Gladden was proposing to him. She wasn’t coming out and saying it, but it was obvious to him. He was sure he’d be required to service the loggers, sexually, whether he liked it or not, and he definitely didn’t like the idea. Yet, what else could he do?

"Ahem." His attention returned to what Miss Gladden was saying. She continued to relate her father’s findings. "Young women with education couldn’t be attracted to the rough life required of the wives of the lumbermen. Dad searched for slim, gay, male teachers, ostracized for sexual misconduct at other institutions. Still, the students didn’t put forth adequate effort to graduate high school. The new gay teachers were able to keep a few of the more willing students interested in studying hard, but after they began to dress more femininely, the number of the young men who were willing to spend the time necessary to improve their grades with the rewards the teachers offered, quadrupled. Each successive semester showed a correlative improvement in student achievement.

Some boys didn’t even realize they had the same teacher as before. Scholastic standings soared. Many young men didn’t even seek any sexual rewards from their teachers, yet they applied themselves more with class work and spent less time in town chasing the local girls. Simply having a pretty face around took the dreariness out of their lonely stays in the wild.

Jamie, honey, I think you can qualify to teach in the role of a beautiful woman, like my others ‘girls’. Ant sexual contact you might have will be of your own free choice. The boys will study harder, you’ll be more successful, and you may grow to enjoy all the attention a girl gets just by being pretty, and you are pretty. Once you apply yourself at becoming beautiful, you’ll be a knockout!

By the way, you may wonder why you went along with your mock initiation so readily. The tetanus shot you had this morning contained a mild sedative to help you be more compliant. Once it wears off, you may feel that you resent all the efforts to help you understand how suitable you are to the position. We welcome you to continue, but not unless you feel you really want to. You may choose to leave at any time. I hope not and you will decide to remain with us.

On the other hand, you may wish to continue your internship, and willfully join our program in a feminine role. If so, you may want to continue receiving shots like the one you had this morning, or pills that can help you adjust to your new image less traumatically. Other medications can be provide to help you develop a more feminine figure and attitude, but only if you want them, yourself. We will require you to provide, in writing, that you weren’t forced to make any changes to your body, and you chose to make them willingly. You can already see how effectively you can assume a feminine role, right now. Just look at yourself in the mirror. You may opt for permanent changes, if you’d like, as well. The company will pay for them. Most of our teachers choose only to appear as women, and don’t get any irreversible enhancements, so we can continue to enjoy having sex with real women, too. Those choices are up to you.

We also know a few ladies in our town who enjoy sex with men who appreciate what it takes for a woman to look her best. When you want some genuine female companionship, we promise to introduce you to some terrific women who prefer men to be just as pretty as they are and despise macho men.

So, what will it be? Do you want to join us> If you decline, no one will say a word about your shopping trip with the girls, and you may continue with us until you complete your internship. We’ll even give you a glowing reference for your next teaching assignment. We offer a unique experience we think you’ll enjoy, but your remaining with us as a pretty girl after your internship will only be of your own choosing. I promise you one hell of a good time, if you do."

Jim got up and went to the full-length mirror, where he first saw Miss Gladden in the morning. He did look more like a girl than a guy, but nothing like the vision of loveliness she first impressed him with so early. He looked back to her, then back at himself again. He wondered if he could look as voluptuous as she did, as she was suggesting he could. Her breasts looked so real, with deep, deep, cleavage, the like of which could no be achieved with foam or padding.

As if she was reading his mind, she simply said: "Implants and hormones. You may have either or both, at no expense to you and with total reversal, if you desire, before you leave."

He held a finger up, as if to ask another question. Again she anticipated: "total figure training, learning to walk, talk and act like a true woman of elegance.

You will be taught how to use cosmetics, receive a complete, new wardrobe, get self-defense training, anything you can think of has already been provided to the others, and can be yours for the asking. Any other questions you may have can be handled later. We’ll leave you now to think it over. Tomorrow, I’ll stop by and take you out to breakfast, and we can discuss it some more. There’s a nightgown lying on your bed in the next room. If you are wearing it in the morning, I’ll know your answer."

"Let’s go girls!"

As a parting gesture, each girl came up and kissed Jim on his cheeks. Girls often do not touch lips together, but only share a brief hug and body contact. They were showing off their bodies and charms to lure him into their elite club. Their breasts were now more obvious to him. Somehow, he wished he could have the same soft mounds on his chest.

The thought made his mind reel. It would be a major step. Did he really want to become a gorgeous hunk of provocative sexuality like them? He often wondered what it would be like to feel the touch of soft, feminine clothes on his body. Now that he knew the feeling, it was hypnotic. He liked it. He liked it a lot and wanted to try more! It would be hard to decline the offer, but it would also involve having sex in the role of a girl, full time. He wasn’t too sure if he was that willing.

Recollections of his gay affair of nearly a year in duration raced though his mind. He was the submissive partner, always. He enjoyed being made love to rather than being the aggressive partner. That way, his mind could accept the idea that he wasn’t actively gay, but a bi-sexual that responded to the demands of a very forceful roommate. Jim convinced himself that he was not some flaming fag. He was merely willing to succumb to some forceful demands for sexual release from another man. He wasn’t seeking affection. He merely gave in to avoid confronting the alternative exposure of overt impropriety on his part.

After all, it started one night after a long beer blast, when he was so drunk, that he hardly knew what he was doing. When he was dragged back to their dorm room, he was told he acted like a slut at the party, flirting with all the guys, and wiggling his rump at everyone in an enticing, feminine way. He barely had any recollection of his actions at the party. He was just fooling around, making fun of some of the girls who attended, but left earlier.

His roommate felt otherwise; that Jim was sub-consciously asking for attentions from the other guys and really wanted them to respond. In his drunken stupor, he admitted he was having a good time and liked being tossed from one guy’s lap to

Another, acting like a tart, though he could barely remember any of it. He said the other guys had a lot of fun when Jim groped their groins and got them all hot and bothered. Then his roommate took his and demanded he finish what he started.

Jim remembered that part too well. He closed his eyes and denied he was the least bit interested and tried to make him stop. His roommate was persistent. Jim let him run his fingers over his legs. When the other boy’s hand crept between his legs, he clamped them together, trapping his hand at Jim’s groin. For some reason, he was responding to the guy’s persistent groping, probably because it was so long since he felt the fingers of a girl trying to excite him. His roommate’s gentle but persistent finger touches were arousing him, and in his deep alcohol weakened condition, his caution abated. He threw his arms around his roommate and held on tight.

Lips found his, and he totally tensed in the embrace, as the other student slowly continued to seduce him. The man’s tongue parted his lips, and Jim was awash with emotion. He no longer cared that the lips on his were those of another man.

The lips were soft, warm and welcome. Jim blotted out the repugnance of being taken forcibly. The roommate repeated the claim that he was asking to be treated like a girl all night, so he shouldn’t be surprised that someone was willing to call his bluff and give him what he was pleading for.

His roommate called Jim a cock tease and forced him to take his cock into hand and stroke it through the thin walking shorts he was wearing, just as he too was stroking Jim’s. In Jim’s mind, he accepted play-acting at being the tart, because it felt so good. Then, he fell asleep or passed out, whichever.

When he awoke, abruptly, he was on his back, with his legs on the other man’s shoulders, with a cock sliding back and forth lightly over the crease of his ass. The cock’s sudden entry caused him to become wide-awake, but he realized it was too late to prevent the inevitable or to feign innocence. In just a few short minutes, all of his resistance disappeared and was replaced by lust.

He then wanted the penetration. The slow forceful thrusts felt too good to be denied. He met each thrust with equal fervor and was soon spilling his own seed between them and felt a fiery release of sperm into his nether hole. He pulled at the invader’s hips with his legs and held on with all of his might. The vision of the initial coupling in homosexual lust was more vivid now, in his recall then it was at the time it occurred. Memory is funny, he thought. The booze dulled his senses, but not his mind. He could remember every stroke of the thick meat up in his ass. How good it felt! How many times he had submitted to his roommate after that, by orally satisfying him or by meekly submitting to the guy’s demands for him to plug Jim in the ass, he could not remember, but that initial forced seduction was forever burned into his memory. In every way, it was far more wonderful than any other experience he had before that. It was a shame that this roommate later became a louse and used him, treating him like dirt more often than not.

He hated what happened to him as a result of refusing to continue being the guy’s sex slave. He shook his head and tried not to think about it.

With nothing to do and not daring to go out in these feminine clothes, Jim decided to watch some television. A pile of videos on top of the set caught his attention. Sorting through them, the titles divulged that they were all related to the subject of transvestism. A few were "how to", but most were x-rated porns. They depicted guys in garish drag doing "it" with other men, with women and well, all sorts of combinations. He slipped one of the "how to" tapes into the tape deck and sat down in an easy chair. As he sat, he caught himself carefully arranging his dress, to assure it wouldn’t wrinkle. He wondered why he did that.

The tape was intriguing; covering the basics a guy should do in his first attempts at "passing". Since he was faced with making a decision that would require him to dress as a woman, he settled in to get as much information he could on what was involved. The tape made dressing up seem commonplace and no big deal.

Jim spent the remainder of the afternoon and all evening viewing the "how to" tapes he found stacked on the television set. After several hours, he had a new insight to the world of female impersonation, and knew the main differences between drag queens, crossdresser, transsexuals, and an entire spectrum of nuances that accounted for each distinction. It seemed to be a popular fetish, and he was now trying to identify where he fit in, rather than whether any of the whole glossary of terms applied to him, at all.

He went to the john to relieve himself and found a full array of fragrant toiletries that would only be used by a woman. Instinctively, he went to the bedroom. A woman’s vanity and a chiffonier were added to the room while they were out in the morning and early afternoon. The dainty vanity was loaded with cosmetics and perfumes. Inspecting some of the labels, he was impressed by the exotic names, quite impressed. Theses people anticipated Jim’s curiosity, and provided the lures to help him decide. The chiffonier was full of dresses.

Jim spent the remainder of the evening exploring until he saw all of the niceties that were left at his disposal. Eventually bored, he watched a video love story, in which a male twin goes undercover in a corporate office to steal secrets from his sister’s employer. To his dismay, his sister’s boss was having an affair with her, and he is picked up for an evening on the town, in her stead.

As the evening progresses in the video scenario, his sister’s boss became amorous and discovers the charade. He is held captive and for the next month, his sister, to whom he had always been a big pain in the ass, gets her chance to get even by helping her boss arrange to make his gender change permanent.

Interestingly, the movie was made with only one actor playing both lead roles. Initially, a love scene showed the lead as a male, making love to a woman in the traditional way. In the closing scene, with a man, as a woman, he has vaginally. Without a doubt, the principal actor/actress got a sex change along the way.

The portrayal either required significant time for the lead character to recuperate from the sex change, or they used some extremely fancy special effects. At first, Jim thought twins played the roles, until he recognized the gradual and thorough transformation that actually took place. By rewinding and watching the tape in the search mode, it was obvious that the man’s body slowly took on new contours in each successive scene. The video was a synopsis of the real change of gender that occurred over a long period of time.

By the time he was through watching it the second time, it was late. He was tired and had a lot to think over. He took of his (his?) dress and slip. He stood before the bathroom mirror, looking closely at his made-up face. The notion that he did look better as a woman crossed his mind. Thinking of changing his gender, like the guy in the movie and how his body would look during the transition was giving him the "willies". He ran his palms over his pecs, trying to force them into believable breasts. He took a wide belt from the chiffonier to see if he could copy the hourglass figure of the guy in the video. Disappointed, he took off the belt and tossed it aside.

Finally, he took off his undies, carefully placing them all I a plastic bag for the laundry. He washed of his (his?) make-up and prepared to retire. He reached into his luggage, took out a pair of jockey shorts, fingering them slowly, and debating.

"Ah, to hell with it!" He swore aloud, put them on and went to bed.

He tossed and turned throughout the night. If he chose to refuse the offer to try and become a woman, outwardly, what could happen, then? Would they be cold toward him and shun him? Promises to allow him to complete the internship as a man could be broken and were only given to lure him. If he accepted, would they force him to do things against his will?

His mind fought with it all night. "They already have those pictures of me in the scant panties. They could ruin me with then. The only question left was whether I choose to be a willing volunteer, or would they begin a new ploy in the morning if I refuse, until I finally give in to their demands, kicking and screaming."

Some time in the middle of the night, he removed his shorts and dressed in the laid-out panties and short, baby-doll outfit that they provided. Then, going into the bathroom, he turned on the light and surveyed his pudgy frame looking back at him from the mirror, wearing the sexy ensemble. If not for his beard stubble, he’d look cute. He shut off the light, returned to his bed and slept much better for the remainder of the night, once the burden of decision was cleared from his troubled mind. He could change back before she arrived, if he had any second thoughts.

He awoke to the phone’s insistent ringing. It was Miss Gladden. She was staying in the hotel, on the same floor and would be over in a few seconds.

She told him not to shower, as she wanted to talk, right away. She needed to run some errands before breakfast. He could take his shower after they talked, while she was busy with the other matters.

He asked if she knew what time it was. She did.

"Why must you get up so early? I’m still half asleep from watching videos that I found in my suite. AI could use a few more hours of sleep. I tossed and turned all night long. Can you call me after you run your errands?"

"Okay, Jamie. But, I have to see what you have on right now. Then, I promise to leave you get some rest. It will only take a few seconds."

"I’m wearing the outfit you left out for me. There’s no way I wouldn’t be wearing it after watching those sex videos. I know. I tried to resist. What’s the use? You’re only going to use some other tactics to get me to wear women’s clothes sooner or later, Miss Gladden. Do I have any choice? If you have to, you’ll blackmail me with those Polaroid snapshots you took of me yesterday at the initiation, if I don’t play along. Am I right? Admit it! I really don’t have any choice."

"You’re very perceptive, Jamie, but you are also very wrong. The last thing I want you to think is that we are forcing you into something you don’t want to do. That would never work out! Mom found out the hard way. I won’t force you into doing anything. I’d truly hate to lose a good candidate, but I won’t be guilty of blackmail, like your first lover.

If you definitely refuse to dress as a woman for the job, just say so now, and I’ll back off. I won’t do anything further to encourage you. But, please don’t make a rash decision out of your fear of being forced to do things against your wishes. If you choose to leave us now, how could we be able to help you get your teaching certificate? If you stay, you can remain here in town, teach at the main office as a man, starting with the fall term. Complete your internship. After that, even if you only meet the minimum requirements for the certificate, we can then determine whether or not to retain you or whether or not you will want to remain with us. If you choose to leave, I’ll still give you that glowing referral, as I promised, and you will be free to set sights on your destiny. For sure, I thought you’d want to give it a whirl. Your profile and history gave me every indication that this position would be right for you."

"I didn’t say I wouldn’t accept it, Miss Gladden, I merely dislike the way I’m being pushed to make the decision so quickly. Come on over now. I’m wide awake and it’s too difficult to discuss it over the phone, anyway."

"I’ll be right over. I’ll knock twice, two soft raps."

She must have been in the next room, as she was at the door before Jim was able to replace the handset onto the phone. He let her in and feasted on her sultry display of suppliant flesh.

"I know we’re pushing you for a decision, Jamie, but another applicant has been waiting for over two weeks, and the training will take every bit of time we have for you to be ready to start teaching in the fall. I don’t like to rush things, either, but we don’t have much choice. Tell you what. Stick it out for one more week; then decide. Go along with some of the training we’ll provide with an open mind. After a week, let us know. Do you feel you can decide by then?"

"Probably. I don’t know. I’d prefer to give it more time, and try to figure out how I feel about wearing these things full time, for a while. I’ve never done it before. If I’m expected to regularly have sex with different men, I know I’m not interested."

"You mean you really never, ever tried dressing as a woman before?"

"No, not at all."

"But the report said you were wearing women’s panties."

"Not true. They were men’s silk briefs, not panties. I tried to tell you that, but everyone thinks I’m only trying to make excuses. My last internship proctor really did railroad me.

That Bitch! There! I said it. She set me up to dump me right off the bat. They had to have had the paperwork prepared in advance of my arrival. I was only there one day. My last assignment was at a highly regarded religious novitiate. I felt I made an excellent selection. Since, I found out that a lawsuit was pending over some teachers that supposedly took liberties with some students.

I have no idea whether the allegations were true. The media was on the attack and some state authorities were breathing down their necks. I suppose I was just an innocent casualty at the wrong place at the wrong time. Afterwards, I followed the articles about it in the news.

I accepted that damned internship before some other things happened between my former roommate and me. He put a flagrant photo of me out on the web that was very embarrassing. It was too late to change my internship assignment, or I would have. He swore to cause me trouble for not wanting to get involved in sex with men. Either way, I was facing trouble, but couldn’t do what he was asking.

What difference does it make! I’m branded as a sex deviate! If I go along with your program, I’d never get anyone to believe otherwise! It would remove any doubt that my deviance was real."

"What about your escapade with your roommate? Don’t you think that was a deviant encounter? From your admission of having an affair with a dominant partner, I assumed you to accept your being a homosexual. Jamie, are you trying to tell me that you were forced by that roommate to have sex for an entire year against your will? I can’t believe that."

"No, I guess I couldn’t believe that either. I had sex with him, sure, but I never pursued it. At the time, Ai guess I was vulnerable, and let it happen. If I agreed to give in to him he’d keep it a secret. No one was ever supposed to find out. Once I gave in, he took a snapshot of me sucking him off, one that didn’t show his face. He threatened to publish it if I didn’t continue to satisfy him. Like now, I let myself get entangled in something that was discrediting to me. I don’t want to do it, but I can’t see how I can avoid it.

Don’t you see? I enjoyed wearing those clothes yesterday and I like how this nightie feels on me now. I also enjoyed my roommate’s attention to me back at the beginning. Then it got ugly! I refused to let him sell me to his friends. That’s when he thought publicizing my indiscretion would force me to accept that I was not below performing degrading acts of sex with men.

I know it’s wrong to enjoy these sexy undies, but I can’t stop! How can I stop?"

"Jamie, you are no different than any other transvestite in the world. All of them, all of us, myself included, know it’s wrong to have the desire to dress up like a woman and enjoy the refreshing feelings they provide. We all go through periods of repression and remission. Sorry, it comes with the territory.

The only advice I can give you is to try to understand what makes you enjoy the feel of silky textures and not deny that the urge exists. If you do, you will only live in constant turmoil. Just as you could not resist having sex with your roommate, you will not be able to resist the temptation that a lovely confection offers. Face your desires and try to control them, but don’t deny they exist. At the same time, recognize that you were so submissive it enabled him to take advantage of you

I tried, and believe me, I can’t quit crossdressing. I’m much happier, now that I found ways to make use of my compulsion. I did what I could to make my hobby undetectable in public. I decided to get the enhancements that would make my appearance seem genuine. Only those who know me intimately and those who know the purpose of our peculiar school, are aware of what we "girls" do. I accept my penchant for wearing feminine things for what it is and I make the best of it in every way I can.

So should you."

 

(CONTINUED IN PART 2)

 

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