This story tells how I became a woman with my university professor and how to release my butt to put a point in my sex life.

I am a transvestite girl who for years had fantasized about being able to do more than wear women's clothes and play with dildos, in this story I tell you how it was that my great fantasy was fulfilled with a professor of the faculty. It all started when at 16 I began to try on my mother's underwear, starting with thongs, then raising the dress wearing mini skirts with garter belt and stockings, at the beginning of the race I finally decided to buy my own clothes so I started to make a Small cloakroom with medium garter belts and several glued dresses. Over the months I was no longer satisfied with just putting on clothes, I wanted to feel something inside my ass, so I bought several dildos and anal toys to be able to give myself pleasure. At the beginning I could only with two fingers, something bigger hurt me a lot, but as time went by and my excitement started I started to get much bigger toys until I could support one of 30 cm in diameter! But coming to 5th semester, I mean at 20, that didn't satisfy me in the least. I fantasized about finding someone on the internet who could take me and treat me like his whore, but I never managed to achieve anything with anyone.

One day in September I came up with a morbid idea, going to college with a thong and a pair of pants so that the thong can be seen. Arriving at the faculty I met a first semester teacher, his name was Victor. Victor greeted me and we were talking, the talk was so good that he accompanied him to his cubicle. There, continuing with the talk and the relaxation, several of my things fell to the ground and at the moment of bending down to pick them up, without wanting more the tanguita blue sky that took that day; I thought that I had not seen anything but when I picked up I managed to see Victor's every one of astonishment that changed to "I didn't see anything" in a second, at that moment I knew that I had seen my thong and I grieved too much, although I managed to see that his pants began to bulge and get bigger. I said goodbye and left there quickly because grief didn't let me see him in the face. That night I would be thinking about what his face and erection means when he sees me ... Will he like my thong? Could it be that I attract him? Will I try something else? ... in the end I made a plan to know if he was attracted or not, in total he lost nothing with trying.

I will continue in my next post ....

My Faculty Professor premiere my ass