A Secret Fetish Chapter 1

When teaching a section of my favorite class, "Modern Erotic Literature", I noticed a guy in the back of the room acting strangely.

He was in obvious discomfort, and I wondered why. It was during the lecture where I discuss fetish stories. Students find it a revelation.

The first thing I usually do is define "shemale" tales:

" 'Shemale' is a hardcore adult writing term, often used with derogatory connotations, usually for a pre-operative male-to-female transsexual. The usual shemale audience is male."

The male student in the back of the room didn't react to that statement.; that wasn't what made him squirm. He wasn't a shemale, but what was bothering him?

Then I defined "crossdressers."

"Crossdressers wear clothes of the opposite sex. For example, female crossdressers dress like men. Male crossdressers dress like women."

He squirmed when I defined crossdressers.

A woman in the first row raised her hand and asked a question.

"Is it easy to spot male crossdressers? I would notice a guy who wears a dress."

"Good point, " I said. "But most male crossdressers wear women's underwear, such as panties, under their usual clothes. They can be very hard to spot."

I added one more thing. "By the way, many straight women are attracted to male crossdressers. I'm not sure why, but that's what statistics show."

After class the man approached me and said "That was a fascinating lecture, Miss Longwood. Do you have time to talk to me about it?"

"Your name?" I asked.

"Richardson, Steve Richardson."

"I have time now, before my afternoon schedule. Come with me to my office, Steve."

He followed me to my office. After I opened the door, I pointed to the chair in front of my desk and waited until he was seated there, facing me.

"What do you want to talk about?", I asked.

"This is hard to discuss, a secret that I've had for a long time, and it's been driving me crazy. I want to tell you about it, but don't know if it's OK to talk to about something like that."