Learning Curves 02

That afternoon, Kara called me into my room where she had laid out ten pairs of panties of different colors.

I looked at them and then back at her. She explained calmly, "Michelle, I bought you these as a gift, a symbol of the new self I think you need to become." She paused to gauge my reaction. "I want you to wear these, as a sign of your acceptance of living as a new, transformed self, of living under my rules. Can you do that sweetie?"

My face was red with both embarrassment and arousal. I met her eyes and nodded slowly.

"Good girl."

I looked back down at the panties, somewhat reluctantly. She put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Listen, there's probably a part of your brain that is telling you to run, telling you to escape the things I'm doing to you, the things I'm going to make your do."

I gulped audibly as she continued.

"But there's another part of your brain that wants this. That feels the pleasure of submitting to me, of living in the shadow of my power, of enjoying being small and weak. That's the pleasure you feel when you look at me, when you think of how much I've grown, and how much you haven't. When you think of my height and my muscles and my confidence and a little part of you shivers inside. That's the part I want to help grow, Michelle. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, Kara." I said weakly.

"I've read the stories you keep going back to, Michelle. The stories of a wife overpowering a husband in bed -- fucking him like he's the girl, of a sister stronger than a brother -- taking over the household, or a fit, muscular female CEO with her weak, male secretary -- the one where she marries him and fucks him with a strapon on their honeymoon. You love those, don't you?"

My face was red and I averted my gaze, "I ... I don't know Kara. It's just fantasy. I don't know if I really want that."

She smiled and placed her thumb under my chin, raising it to look at her eyes. Her gaze cut through me and I felt both weak in my knees and a growing erection.

"Exactly. You don't know. So let me see how it feels when we explore that together. Let's see what kinds of submission works for you, and how much you like being my agreeable, submissive girl roomie."

"Putting on these panties will be an important symbol for you to agree that you'll be guided by me. I think we can both acknowledge that manhood hasn't really worked out for you, has it? You're kind of directionless, adrift, and, to be honest, just too weak."

She wrapped one of her powerful hands around my thin arms and squeezed it firmly. "I think you're definitely the girlier one in the house sweetie." She continued, "And when I took your computer away and gave you instructions on how to live, it improved your life, didn't it?"

I nodded silently.

"You need more of that sweetie. More of my firm hand directing you." She continued, "It will be so good for you, Michelle. To have me guide you, to help you turn your life around. You'll learn to look to me for guidance and direction."

"So go ahead, put your panties on." As she said this she released my arm.

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes, now."

"Can I have some privacy at least?"

She furrowed her brow at me, "No. This is an important moment for both of us, of you accepting my rules, and I'm going to be here for it. Now, do as I say." She spoke firmly and directly.

I slowly slid off my pants, and then my boxers. I tried to turn my body away from her but she grabbed my shoulder with a strong arm and turned me around, "Don't you hide from me!" and she looked down at my penis dangling between my legs.

"Well you're not all girl... you have a nice cock, Michelle. You shouldn't be shy about it."

Something about being naked in front of Kara and appraised by by her was turning me on

"Now, get dressed."

I reached for a pair of pink panties closest to me and pulled them up my legs. I reached for my pants before she stopped me.

"Hold on. Let me see you." I turned towards her. "Please spin around."

I did as she instructed and saw she was smiling at me. "Very good. You're already learning to follow my instructions. I also wondered which color you would pick -- pink tells me that you really are a girl underneath all of the male exterior. That you're trying to subtly not just accept, but love, your new girlie self."

I replied, "Well I didn't really have a choice did I?"

"You always have a choice. But you're obedient, Michelle. In your heart, I just know you want a strong woman to tell you what to do. And so when I command, you obey. Isn't that right?"

I didn't reply.

"I said, Isn't that right Michelle?"

"Yes, Kara."

She smiled. "Good girl. Now, when you spin around like this, you should take your time. Let me really take in how you look -- give me something to think about." And with that she reached around and pinched my ass.

"Now, don't put on your old boy pants." And with that she reached into a bag she had brought into the room and pulled out a light yellow skirt. "Put this on instead."

I wasn't going to argue again so simply replied, "Yes, Kara."

I took the skirt from her hand and slid it up my legs. I had to admit that the skirt made my legs and ass look good. I was always hairless on my legs so I really was starting to look like a girl.

Kara took me in before commenting, "Wow, you like fabulous, Michelle. Your legs are so thin and soft, you're a natural. And those legs are so smooth and feminine."

She pulled her shorts up one of her legs and stuck it out next to mine. Her legs were thick and meaty and when she flexed I could see the swollen muscle of her thigh -- it was so large and strong, I longed to sink to my knees and kiss it.

"I'm a little jealous, Michelle. Your legs are so much more feminine than mine. See how much bigger I am than you?"

I could feel an erection forming in my pants and said, "Yes... you're so much bigger Kara."

"I know, sweetie. I'm younger than you but so much bigger. My Mom bought me this skirt last year but I could never fit into it because my muscles are too big."

I was breathing heavily as she continued to describe it.

"My Mom really hoped that this skirt would help me feel like more of a girl. It didn't work for me, but is it working for you sweetie?"

"Yes..." I whispered, almost panting with lust.

She put her arm in front of my face. "Feel my bicep." I did as instructed and she flexed, I felt the muscle underneath explode. My heart was racing and I was rock hard in the panties. She lingered a second before she pulled me into her and whispered into my ear, "Now you should really feel like a girl. I'm definitely the man here."

She licked my ear slightly and my body tingled with erotic sensation. "Now do another spin, but this time, go slow and stick your ass out. Show me how sexy a girl you can be."

I did and she instructed, taking time to present my ass to her. She squeezed it firmly as I spun.

"Oh yes, you're a natural. I see now why you're drawn to all that submissive erotica and porn. It's a safe space where the real you, the girly you, can come out. Now I'm going to bring that girly you out here."

She gave me a kiss on the forehead and then walked out of kitchen leaving me there with the pile of panties, my heart racing, and my heart pounding. As she walked away she called, "I'll have my dinner in about an hour. Please don't make a lot of noise as you're cooking it as I need to study. There's a girl."

I was left standing there in the pink panties and skirt with a thick erection pushing against my panties.

About an hour later I had finished making a meat pasta for dinner and I knocked softly on Kara's door. She was working at her desk and looked up at me with a smile. "Is dinner ready? Thanks."

She had changed a tank top and shorts and I was a little taken aback when she unfurled her body from the chair and stood up. Her face was still young so at times she still seemed like the girl next door but when she stood up, standing 5" taller than me, and seeing her upper body a collage of tanned muscle, I remembered just how powerful and developed she was. My body trembled involuntarily when I saw her power.

She smiled at me and said, "I'm glad you're still in your skirt. You look so cute in it. But we should paint your nails. Painted nails would make you look so cute."

I felt humiliated and aroused -- the girl next door had remade me into something of a doll while she herself was becoming more and more powerful.

I walked behind her into the kitchen and watched as she took her dinner. There was a part of me that felt proud and satisfied that I could make a small contribution to supporting this incredible woman.

"Thanks so much for this. It smells great." She poured us each a glass of wine and we got talking. She said, somewhat casually, "I don't think you should feel embarrassed about your submissive inclinations. Like I said earlier, we're a good pair: I want to be dominant, you want to be submissive."

She continued, "It's just who you are: for you, being led is important, for me, leading and having muscles is important. I saw how guys treated girls and I didn't want to be treated that way."

"In what way" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess, I just wanted to ensure that I took the guy position. I kinda learned that this summer..." she reclined in her chair and put her hands behind her head. My eyes traced the swell of her biceps and I thought about feeling them earlier that day. My breath was already heavy with desire and my mind was swimming a fog of lust. I felt like I was losing myself to Kara's forceful personality and her continually arousing behavior. Did she want me or was she just teasing me? What could I do to make her want me? To make her fuck me?

She continued, bringing me out of my haze, "There was a guy who worked on the tree planting crew with me, his name with Rob, and he was so cocky. He was older than the rest of us and he thought he was the best and could have any girl. He had some strength but it was more flab than muscle. At the beginning of the summer, one evening, he tried to come onto me and I pulled away. He tried to pull me into his lap and I got away -- just barely. He was a predator -- so gross. I knew after that, that I had to get strong to keep him, and other guys like him, away."

"So every night while he was drinking beer and ogling the girls, I would do chin ups, lift weights, and do crunches. That plus the tree planting was helping me get really strong. My goal was to ensure that none of those guys, especially Rob, could ever touch me."

"Everyone on the camp noticed how I was building up my muscles and occasionally Rob would make a snide remark about how I was trying to become a man or how no guy would touch me if I looked like a man. He was a supervisor there so he spent the days driving around in his truck, eating chips, drinking beer. While I was getting stronger and more cut, he was getting fatter. By about midway through the summer, I knew I could take him."

"About a week before we were set to leave, everyone was drinking and Rob tried to come onto me. I told him I wasn't interested but when I left the fire to pee, he followed me into the bushes. It happened so quickly, I don't think he could've ever imagined what I was thinking."

She took a sip of her wine. She was clearly reliving the experience in her mind and I was right there with her.

"I can still picture his face, looking at me with a drunken sneer, as he started to unbuckle his pants. He mumbled something about 'finally giving me what I'd been asking for' and then and tried to push me to the ground."

"I dodged his push and instead flipped him onto the ground. His pants were around his ankles and I got on top of him and wrapped my legs around his neck and started slapping his face and then his ass. Hard." By now the wine was taking effect and I could see her nipples poking out of her tank top as she recalled the scene.

She was a vision of a young goddess, the nipples of her firm breasts looking firm in her tanktop, her neck was strong and her shoulder muscles swelled as she told the story. I was adrift on her words.

"He was trapped and he must've suddenly realized just how strong I was as he was trying to pry my thighs open. I looked down at him, his face trapped between my calves and squeezed a little, then a little more. It was crazy how easily I'd turned the tables. Within a few seconds he was crying, begging me to stop."

She paused and looked at me, breathing heavily.

"I pulled out my phone and started recording him. I asked him if he was begging me to let him go and he cried yes. I asked him if he was going to be a good boy and do what I said for the rest of the summer and he said yes."

"He had tears coming down his face and he looked totally defeated, totally humiliated. It was fucking hot so I straddled his face and made him eat my pussy until I came all over him."

We were both breathing heavily now and Kara was staring at me firmly.

"He knew he had to obey my orders from then on or I'd show everyone the recording of him crying between my legs. Everyone knew that something had changed because I would snap and say 'Robbie, clean the dishes' or 'Robbie, wash my clothes tonight' and he would do it. I would snap my fingers and he would jump"

She continued to look at me with an intense gaze: "I don't want you to think of yourself like that, Michelle... Robbie was someone who needed to be put in his place, to understand that women aren't his playthings. You're someone who understands your place, who respects the superiority of women." She paused, "I think you sense that superiority and that's why you want to be a woman."

I spoke up, " I don't want to be a woman."

She continued, "Well at least, you need help seeing your own inner woman, to recognize that you haven't succeeded as a man but could be an amazing girl." She smiled at me before continuing, "I don't want to break you like Robbie, I want to help remake you by taking you under my wing."

I smiled back at her. Her words were so assured and confident and I felt myself wrapping myself around them, "Yes, Kara. I understand."

"Good girl."

She took another sip of her wine, "Now, I need to get back to studying. You don't mind cleaning up, do you?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

I smiled, "No, Kara" and she smiled right back.

That night, Kara brought my a few silk nighties to sleep in, insisting that I get used to the feeling of something soft and sulty. Later, I lay in bed, and felt aroused at both the feeling of the silk and I touched myself thinking about the story she had told me. About her sweaty, powerful body at the tree planting camp, about her lifting weights, doing chin-ups, and building her muscles. About how she had conquered the men there and become the undisputed alpha at the camp. Her strength, her drive, her combination of power, femininity, and masculinity. The power in her thighs as she crushed Robbie... what would I have given to have my face between them, worshipping her.

While she was building herself up, turning herself into a young amazon, I'd been working at a dead end job reading books, playing games, and going nowhere. I thought about her saying she was going to take me under her wing and remake me. I thought about the muscles in her neck and forearms, glinting in the light, as she told me her story. The contrast between us was incredible -- my legs were thin, white, and weak whereas hers were thick and strong. Her whole body was rich with thick, knotted muscles and I was so soft and small in comparison. I touched the small lump of flesh on my chest, the soft weak chest that looked anything but masculine, and pulled my nipple, thinking of her pectorals, her tits, her biceps, her clit.

It all turned me on so much and I lay in bed my cock thickened and I began pounding it furiously. I looked to the door, fantasizing that Kara would step through, spread my legs, and fuck me. Instead, I soon came into a pile of tissues and then rolled over and fell asleep.

The next morning I was making breakfast and Kara told me to get ready and come with her to her class. "There's someone you really have to meet. It's like this class was made for you."

I didn't have class that morning so I agreed. Dressed in my usual boy clothes, but with panties underneath, I followed her to WMNS201: Amazon Feminism. Apparently the class was taught by Professor Stanton, someone I'd heard about as a kind of radical feminist on campus. We got there just as the class was starting and found places at the back of the lecture hall.

Prof. Stanton was a tall woman, easily 6'2, and moved around the front of the class with ferocity and intent. In her classroom were a small smattering of boys at the back of the room but the rest of the class was packed with women. The Professor was wearing a red blouse with short sleeves and a long skirt. Her black hair was cut short, giving her a fierce look. I found a seat at the back and listened to parts of the lecture. She moved across the front of the hall as she spoke: "Amazon feminism is about recognizing women's innate strength and power and using that to redress the inequities of the past. Feminism has taken an intellectual approach to seeking equality -- in this class we draw on readings that take a combined intellectual and physical approach towards equity, to build women up..."

Looking around the room, I could see that the women in the class hung on the Professor's every word and were completely convinced by the points she was making.

At the end of class, Kara insisted I go to the front of the classroom to meet the Professor.

Needless to say, I was completely intimidated. If Professor Stanton looked imposing from the back of the room, she looked absolutely amazonian up close. She was wearing 3" heels and must have been 6'5 in her heels -- I didn't even reach her shoulders. Those shoulders were round and looked strong and my eyes took some time tracing the noticeable muscles in her arms. Her arms were strong, with notable veins running from her bicep up to her wrist. She was clearly in her late 40s or early 50s but had the strong body of a much younger woman and exuded virility. She looked like she had been carved out of stone.

We approached together and as we walked up, the Professor turned to us. Kara was behind me and I felt her strong arms push me forward. The Professor turned to look at me, and, as she did, I noticed her calve muscles flexed in her heels and her lengthy skirt was wrapped tightly around thick hips. She looked like a strange combination of a professional bodybuilder and a female wrestler but was dressed in professional clothing. I had to physically look up to make eye contact with her and the effect made me feel childlike in her presence. She appraised me quickly and said, in a deep voice, "Yes, young man, how can I help you?"

I felt absolutely tiny standing between this gigantic woman and the young amazon. I was in stunned silence, but Kara spoke, "Professor, this is my friend and he'd like to sign up for your class."

I did?!? I hadn't discussed this with Kara. Sensing my uncertainty, she squeezed my shoulder.

She looked me up and down before speaking, "Young man, you do understand this class is primarily focused on women's issues?"

I looked to Kara who subtly nodded at me.

"Yes, Professor. I would still like to attend."

She stared at me for a moment before speaking. "And do you understand that this class has a large physical component to it?"

Physical component? What did that mean? Kara squeezed my shoulder again.

"Yes. I understand."

She appraised me again before saying, "Very well. Follow me to my office."

Kara said she would meet me after class and I followed the Professor as she returned to her office. I almost had to run to keep up with her and more than once I found my eyes looking at her powerful legs striding down the hallway. Her calve muscles flexed full and powerful with each stride -- this woman was like something out of my fantasies: tall, powerful, and domineering. Her leg muscles burst with each stride and I found myself fixated on them.