My Awkward Phase

She emerged only at night, when I stroked my tiny dick while fantasizing the assaults that I desired and dreaded. Imaginary thugs slapped my face and silicone breast forms while I dildoed my ass. I endured searing pain for the first moments of penetration, until my colon relaxed, and I plunged and tugged my way to orgasm.
I douched my ass to keep my toys and bedding clean. I practiced pulsing my anus to accelerate and accentuate the panic, pain and pleasure of penetration. I licked my toys and belly clean and learned to love the tastes of ass mucous, lube and cum. Each morning, I scrubbed away the sticky residues and hid my sex toys like my fantasies. I brushed and gargled the ass musk and cum from my mouth and resumed my pretense as a male merit scholar and class intellectual.
I cloaked my transsexual identity behind my intellect and accomplishment, imprisoned my inner girl until she could safely transform and take wing like a butterfly from its chrysalis. Secrecy was imperative, for when I was exposed at St. Aybert’s, I’d been forced out. My ambitions required me to conceal my transition at Uni.
Teacher’s Pet
I minimized facetime with the unwashed masses at Uni by taking all available Advanced Placement classes. Math AP wasn’t offered at Uni, so I settled for Algebra II, which I’d covered as a sophomore at St. Aybert’s. Mr. Rogers handed out marked up homework and was met by groans lamenting nearly universal failure.
“Let’s go over your problems. Marta, you had some problems with quadratic equations. Do you want to explain how you approached the problem, so we can get to the source of your mistake?”
“I got stuck, and finally just guessed.”
The class laughed, she blushed, and so did I. Marta Gonzalez had been an adorable sprite in Middle School, whose pert boobs, slim waist, olive skin and sleek hair foretold spectacular beauty. We became good friends, and I thought about her frequently after my parents bundled me off to St. Aybert’s. We exchanged occasional emails and texts, but we had lost touch by the end of my exile.