Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)
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				Title: <strong>Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:40:57</strong>
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				Miss Maitland was the best-looking teacher in school, shapely and dark-haired, always dressing elegantly. This helped with discipline among the final year boys taking her English class, but there were still a few dedicated troublemakers, trying to impress each other, or the girls. She glanced at Alex. Trying to show off... demonstrate who he was... She had her suspicions about why he was so determined to show his bravado, and was sure he'd pull something before long that would let her test her theory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:53:56</strong>
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				Alex snickered as he used a rubber band stretched across his book to launch a small pencil eraser in the direction of Miss Maitland's direction.&nbsp; After it met it's mark just at the tip of her shoe he shifted his expression to innocent, tussling hisdeep earth toned curls about his shoulders.&nbsp; He made the sweetest face he could and cast a wink in her direction before acting as if he had been interested in book contents the entire time.&nbsp; His buddy Kyle who sat directly to his left nudged him with his elbow slightly but Alex brushed him away.&nbsp; Of course he wasn't really trying to play innocent, his intent was to stir up a little action in an otherwise dull atmosphere...or to him it seemed so at times.&nbsp; There were times when Ms. Maitland caught his attention with her lesson, but that was generally when she was wearing revealing clothing...or discussing something he already held a particular interest in.&nbsp; He bit the inside of his cheek and cast a half-smile in her direction as he thumbed the rubber band still stretched across the width of his book.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 07:19:06</strong>
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				"Not your best shot," she said with a disapproving tut, perhaps a trace of smirk. <br><br>Kyle half smiled at him and shook his head as he leaned away, giving Miss Maitland more room to step over with a click of high heels and lean in to look down at him. He could see the curve of her body under her silk blouse, as it tightened where it was tucked into her skirt as she continued. "See me after class." She knew it was his last class of the day, so she would have plenty of time to test her theory. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 07:27:09</strong>
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				An audible drone of "Oooo"s ensued, but Alex just shrugged as usual.&nbsp; He had nothing to do after school anyways so why not listen to Ms Maitland scold him while he stared at her breasts?&nbsp; Sounded like an alright way to pass a bit of time before going over to Kyle's place later.&nbsp; He did notice that he wasn't just focused on those luscious tits though...his eyes traveled downward tracing her figure that was outlined so well by her attire.&nbsp; Now with a slightly more embarrassed nod and a nervous smile he glanced back down at his textbook and pulled the rubber band loose and tucked it into his pocket.&nbsp; "Yes Miss Maitland."&nbsp; He replied coyly, attempting to draw attention away from his slight erection.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 07:56:38</strong>
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				Smirking, she strutted back to her desk and returned to her lesson. "Now, the theme of transformation crops up again in poetry..."<br><br>The lesson passed quickly, and soon everyone else was heading for the door. Miss Maitland nodded to Alex and pointed to the chair next to her desk.<br><br>Kyle smirked, raised a fist to bump knuckles with Alex. "Best of luck, buddy."<br><br>Miss Maitland indicated for him to close the door behind him, then turned her full attention to Alex. "So. You have my undivided attention..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 08:09:25</strong>
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				Alex raised an eyebrow noticing that somehow poetry seemed a bit more intriguing...though he wasn't quite sure why.&nbsp; He brushed it off as an afterglow of his raging hormones and rested his chin on his fists until the end of class.&nbsp; When everyone was dismissed he still waited patiently in his desk.<br><br>He stood from his desk and moved towards where Miss Maitland had pointed but just hovered idly next to the seat, turning momentarily to crack knuckles with Kyle and cast a slight wink.&nbsp; He gazed at Ms Maitland with a dumbfounded look and remained standing next to the desk in a small act of defiance.<br><br>“Now why ever would you think I was looking for your attention?”&nbsp; He flashed the same half-smile and cocked his eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 08:21:09</strong>
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				"Well, I have a few theories. Initially, I suspected it was because you're attracted to me. I think you are somewhat, but... my second theory came about because you seem to act up more some days than others. So I tried an experiment, and it was successful, then another, the same, and now another, the same."<br><br>She smiled casually. "You act up most in my class when you like what I'm wearing."<br><br>She looked at his reaction before continuing. "And it's not just me. You're not just more drawn to women depending on how they dress, you're... really quite fascinated by it. Aren't you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 08:39:42</strong>
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				For the beginning of the conversation Alex maintained his slight smirk.&nbsp; However, at her last inquiry he became slightly nervous and glanced towards the door as if checking for Kyle to still be there peeking through.<br><br>"Well of course I'm fascinated with females Ms M!"&nbsp; He chuckled trying to brush it off as simple attraction and nothing more.&nbsp; "And I must say, you are quite attractive."&nbsp; He finished it up with a compliment, in some feigned attempt to draw away from whatever she was proposing.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 03:55:56</strong>
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				She stepped over to the door, making sure it was closed and that there was no sign of someone eavesdropping.<br><br>"You see, Alex, most young men your age are interested in women and girls. I can spot those that aren't... You're not one of them, but your interest seems focused on how we dress in particular, rather than how we look generally."<br><br>She clicked the latch on the door, and stepped over to him again, high heels clicking on the linoleum.<br><br>"You're fascinated by girls' clothes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 04:13:15</strong>
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				His eyes slipped down to her heels and trailed up as she stepped towards him.&nbsp; She was right...he was taking in every detail of her clothing, the color, the stitching, and picturing it on himself.&nbsp; He bit his lip instinctively showing he was nervous.&nbsp; "Well...I suppose I never really thought about it.&nbsp; I mean...the guys would..."&nbsp; If his friends ever knew they'd erupt in laughter.&nbsp; "I'm still not too sure what you're gettin' at Miss."&nbsp; He remained stubborn, and made a point to make eye contact.&nbsp; Although, his gaze slipped downwards some to catch a second glance at her attire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 04:27:15</strong>
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				She smiled more gently as she said, slowly and softly... <br><br>"You want to dress like a girl."<br><br>Her smile remained gentle, encouraging. <br><br>"You would be happier if you could. I presume you can't dress at home either?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 07:41:50</strong>
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				Alex shrugged and turned his head slightly causing his hair to move again.&nbsp; He grinned sheepishly, finally coming around.&nbsp; "I guess you got me all figured out huh?&nbsp; You're right...I can't dress how I would like at my house."&nbsp; He dropped the facade of shyness, relying on the logic that she already had him pegged down...so why resist?&nbsp; This type of opportunity seemed quite rare.&nbsp; "Just what did you have in mind for me. hm?"&nbsp; He raised both eyebrows rather than just one on his last word and slid into the desk, leaning back a bit and procuring a devilish grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 04:49:46</strong>
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				She stepped over to stand in front of him as he sat, taking a fuller view of him. "Well, first off, don't worry, this is strictly confidential. Something like one boy in twenty to twenty-five shares this desire, so I've gotten good at spotting them, and keeping their confidences. It doesn't leave this room if you don't want it to." She smiled reassuringly. "That said, as a teacher and guidance counsellor, I want to help you to be happier, because this is obviously frustrating to you and that can spill over into your classwork and other areas of your life. So if you'd like, I can help you explore your desire to dress as you want." Then she flashed a grin. "And between you and me, I think you can be a beautiful girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 04:43:00</strong>
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				Alex contemplated all of this and decided he'd accept her offer.&nbsp; "Are you sure this is the safest place to explore this kind of thing, ma'am? "&nbsp; He clicked his eyebrow up once more, a gesture he was quite fond of.&nbsp; "Also...I suppose you have some clothes ready?"&nbsp; He said in a teasing tone.&nbsp; It seemed to him that she had planned this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 00:59:53</strong>
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				"I do indeed. I wasn't suggesting here, though, this is more something for private exploration. So if you have the afternoon or early evening free, we can see how you look after a trip to the boudoir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 00:58:40</strong>
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				"Well that does sound fantastic to me."&nbsp; He batted his lashes and cocked his head sideways attempting a cute smile.&nbsp; "This is all very exciting honestly..."<br><br>He knew he could trust her to keep this confidential, if she didn't it could mean her job of course.&nbsp; To Alex this seemed like a dreamy fantasy rather than reality, but he knew it would be quite enjoyable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 01:48:27</strong>
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				"Good. Shall we? Your carriage awaits." Miss Maitland smiled brightly as she stood up and walked to the classroom door, unlocking it. As she opened it, she hid the smile and took on a more businesslike demeanour. "Now you'll need supervision for this exercise, so come on." <br><br>Even though there was no-one visible outside, she mouthed "play along" to him as she lead the way out to the hall, the first leg of the walk to her car waiting in the faculty carpark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravyn</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 18:16:30</strong>
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				Alex played the part of the trouble-making teen quite well, and acted as if he had been thwarted and faced serious punishment.&nbsp; He pulled a cocky look over his face to give off a show of carelessness just in case anyone was watching.&nbsp; He watched the way Miss Maitland's hips swayed as she walked and was almost entranced.&nbsp; This was such a strange occurrence that he seemed a bit mind boggled.&nbsp; While walking in his dreamy state he smacked his knee against a stray trash can, which abruptly jolted him from the confines of the mind.&nbsp; He maintained a somber look for the remainder of the walk, letting everything rest on his subconscious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lessons In Who You Are (Ravyn and Beatrice Black)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:50:39</strong>
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				"Careful," Miss Maitland said, sounding concerned. "Wouldn't want to bruise your legs."<br><br>Reaching the faculty carpark, she remote unlocked a sporty little city car and directed him towards the passenger side as she walked to the driver's door and sat, putting her feet together and swinging them both into the car, a perfect example of how to get in while wearing a skirt. She stowed her handbag on the back seat.<br><br>"Now... this will take about three hours for best effects. You don't have much body hair, which helps immensely."
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