[SilentFeather]

Connie the pupil's smile seemed to fade, becoming that of complete confusion. "P-Professor Renzo? .. I .. I shall keep the "punishment" a secret. But you simply did what as best. There is no need to feel sad. I deserved it for my cell-phone. And yes Professor, tonight I shall be present at your Office. Nightfall. Um .. t-thank .."

He stuttered, trying to come up with a quick enough response but yet was cut off, jolting with a startled flinch as the classroom door was swung closed with a rather harsh slam. For a moment he remained where he was standing, books clutched ever so closely against his small, perky feminine-breasted chest, tightly, as if they were a teddy bear.

He dd not know why but he felt conflicted heavily conflicted. But soon after a few more minutes, he willed his body strength to proceed with movement, and by doing such, he merely sighed heavily, slowly venturing from the empty room and closed the door behind him with a gentle click, and departed to his own "dorm" room, residing to sleep and forgetting to remove his uniform, not caring about it, of anything, or even, how he would be able to make his hair look the next day.

Soon, he fell asleep, but set his alarm to blare for when the very first signs of Nightfall fell, but for now all he needed was a bit of rest to clear his clouded head, and soothe his just as frazzled nerves.

- - - - -

A teacher, a young man known as Harry had gently stepped up to the door of his Office, softly knocking on the smooth barrier of wood with a series of three knocks. His hair was styled neatly, combed to absolute perfectly in an upward swooping of slight spikes but in a slight curl like fashion of style, giving it a slight tom-boyish/girlish flare. He was wearing a dark red vest with a white undershirt or rather if said a button up, it was neatly ironed and both were expertly attired upon him, he wore a long black dress that night, embracing his feminine-ness ever so boldly, proudly and fearlessly. Harry was what you would call a "hopeless-romantic" sort of fellow, even more hopelessly in love with Renzo. They've been fucking in secret for months.

Harry had a pussy, too. They always fuck using condom, but there had been once or twice where Renzo didn't give a shit and fucked him raw, to which Harry complained a bit but never too much, knowing Renzo was in charge and he was the dominant in their "relationship" and he didn't want to piss him off.

But now, now with the such Harry showing up to to tell Renzo he thought he was pregnant, he wanted to, oh Gracious Gods he did, but refrained and doesn't actually tell him. "p-"P-Professor Renzo, I .. I .." He began his speech, a slender, feminine hand was clasped over the other, seeming to wring his fingered digits, all of which were perfectly manicured to perfection and added to his unnaturally feminine appearing beauty. "Uh .. where to begin .. um .. well .. I know that I am the very last person you wish to see at your door but I think we should .. I mean .. I came here .. I .. uh .. came here to give you .. t .. to give you something .. I came here to give you .. well give you .. this .. please forgive me! .." He whimpered and took a great risk, abandoning all protocalls of professionalism, and stole a kiss, throwing himself at Renzo embarking on a journey of self-discovery that even the likes of he never knew of himself, he pressed his lips flush against against Renzo's own claiming them ever sp passionately, something that his Dominant Renzo had never experienced from a submissive such as Harry, simply pressing the front of his own slender, petite, and feminine body ever so gently up against the larger man's own.