Max was a skinny and long-haired 18 year old nerd, except calling him a nerd would possibly imply that he was particularly gifted at science, or math, and neither of those things were true. He mostly enjoyed being in art class, or rather, he had enjoyed being in art class.

        Until Miss Latrix had become his art teacher.

        Miss Latrix was a pale woman in her mid 30s, who often was dressed in all-black attire. Her hair was dyed black, and teased, and her lips were black too. Her eyes were surrounded by eyeshadow and eyeliner, and she had what could charitably be called a “resting bitch face”.

        Max hadn’t exactly spent much time in her class, but she often made him feel nervous and on-edge. It seemed like, whenever he looked up from his sketchbook or latest assignment, she’d be staring at him, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed.

        It made the dumb nerd feel bad that she often looked mad, and lost her temper with the class so easily, because . . . he didn’t want to disappoint her.

        It was maybe a little embarrassing for him to admit, especially considering how some of the jocks who just needed an art credit spoke about her, but . . . he thought she was really . . .

        “What are you looking at?”

        Max shook in startlement as he noticed that Miss Latrix had, somehow, sneaked up behind him. In front of him on his shared art-table, he had a copy of Teen Titans volume 1 and his sketchbook. He’d drawn a handful of panels, and was trying to create some backgrounds.

        The silver ankh pendant she usually wore floated near the side of his face, and he then tried not to look at her breasts, which were at the level of his head.

        “i, uh, i was just trying to learn how to draw backgrounds.”

        Miss Latrix put a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Oh, are you reading Teen Titans? George Perez was such a talented artist.”

        The nerd perked up a little from her interest. “y-yeah.”

        The teacher’s low and controlled voice only seemed to grow more low and controlled and husky as she spoke softer, closer to Max’s head. “Raven was always my favorite Titan, but . . . I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.”

        “i, uh, um, i,”

        “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Max.”

        “i, i guess it does make sense that she would be your favorite.”

        Miss Latrix laid her elbows onto the table. “Who’s your favorite Titan?”

        “p-probably Raven too, Miss Latrix.”

        The teacher smiled; it was something Max had never seen before. The other students at his table even took notice.

        Miss Latrix looked down at her student’s sketchbook. “Your backgrounds here don’t seem quite right. Do you know anything about mathematical perspective?”

        “n-no”

        “How about you come visit me after school, and I can teach you about it? Drawing backgrounds will become so much simpler after that. Don’t worry; it doesn’t really involve any math.”

        “o-ok Miss Latrix.”

        The bell rang, and everyone started to leave the classroom, most of the other students already having packed their bags. The teacher lifted Max’s bag off of the floor, and placed it on the table.

        “I hope you have a good day.”

_____

 

The rest of the school day had been agonizing. Art class was only second period, which meant he had to wait almost the entire day before it was time to see Miss Latrix again.

        Max walked towards the art room, and hesitantly entered. The teacher had been so nice to him earlier, but he also was worried she’d be stern as usual again. He didn’t think he wanted to be around her for who knows how long if she was going to be mean to him.

        Max entered the classroom, and Miss Latrix smiled at him. “Hello Max. Are you ready to learn about perspective?”

        “yeah.”

        They quickly seated themselves at a table; the teacher brought a ruler with her.

        “The first kind of perspective, and you probably already knew about this one, is one-point perspective. Everything moves towards a single point, but it looks a little forced most of the time.” Miss Latrix began to sketch quickly in her sketchbook. “You’ve seen this before, right?”

        “yes Miss Latrix.”

        The goth teacher smiled again. “You don’t need to call me that after school, when it’s just you and me. You can call me Venus.”

        “o-ok Venus.”

        The teacher put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re 18, right? You’re an adult. It’s ok to call me by my first name. Just don’t do it in class.” She moved her gaze back towards the sketchbooks. “Ok, now let’s do two-point perspective.”

.  .  .

 

The lessons were complicated for Max. Not just because it was difficult to wrap one’s head around something like three-point perspective the first time, but also, he found himself distracted by Venus’s black fingernails, and her musk, and the black lipstick on her water bottle. Also, the sound of her low and husky voice, almost whispering into his ear. He was glad there was a table, because if there wasn’t, she would’ve been able to see the tent growing in his sweatpants.

        He was worried she would get stern and frustrated with him throughout the lesson, but if anything, her praise was frequent and profuse. She had nothing but nice things to say to him, no matter how long it took him to understand a concept.

        After about twenty five minutes, Venus Latrix finished teaching Max about perspective. She flipped through his sketchbook and looked at his most recent drawings. She was drawn to a few pictures of women Max had drawn, wearing revealing clothing, perhaps more accurately described as lingerie.

        The nerd became nervous as his teacher studied them. Venus eventually spoke.

        “These are very good. Why don’t you draw more women like this?”

        “w-well, i, uh, don’t want to get in trouble at school . . .”

        That hand fell onto Max’s shoulder once more. It had a tendency to wander there. “You don’t need to feel afraid of drawing women in my class, Max. What is art, if not the history of people drawing naked women? You’re not going to get better, unless you practice.”

        Max smiled awkwardly, unsure how to handle what Miss Latrix was saying. “t-thank you, teacher.”

        “Venus. And here, I want you to have this.” She pulled a copy of Perspective for Comic Artists out of her desk, which she’d hidden before their private lesson had started. “This is probably the best simple guide to perspective you’ll ever find. If you forgot anything I taught you today, you can always refer to this book, ok?”

        “i-i can have it for free?”

        “Of course. I always keep a few extra copies around for special students like you.”

        She had given away her only copy.

 

It was portfolio review day. A simple checkup at the beginning of the month; there were four of them spread throughout the school year. Miss Latrix studied every student’s artwork, and offered criticism and thoughts. It was thankless work; most of the students had no artistic aspirations to speak of. A lot of them just needed an art credit, and did the bare minimum for each assignment. Miss Latrix knew she was wasting her time.

        But she was wasting her time strategically. When the bell rang and the class ended, only a single student hadn’t been reviewed.

        Miss Latrix approached Max. “Would you be able to come in after school for your portfolio review?”

        Max nodded. “y-yes Miss Latrix, or, uh, Venus.”

        The teacher gently stroked Max’s hair. “The school day isn’t over yet, Max. Have fun with the rest of your classes.”

        “i . . . i have to go to physics.”

        “I’m sorry; nobody likes physics. And if they say they do, they’re lying. But still, try to enjoy yourself.”

.  .  .

 

Rain was pouring on the windows of the classroom at the end of the day. It was, to put it mildly, torrential. Max entered the class, and for the second time, got ready for a private lesson. He’d wanted to ask for more, but he’d been afraid Miss Latrix would find out about his crush. How had he caught such feelings? She definitely had played no part in his embarrassing obsession, surely had done nothing to stoke his fire.

        Max pulled his portfolio off of the rack in the classroom, but the teacher shook her head. “I don’t need to look at the work you’ve been doing in class. You’re one of my only students who does work outside of class, and I’m much more interested in that.”

        Max sat down, and opened his sketchbook. It was filled with new comic pages.

        Venus grinned. “Your perspective work is really coming along quite nicely. You’ve even been adding multiple points onto the horizon lines, been combining different kinds of perspectives . . . you really took what I taught you to heart. You’re clearly a very fertile student.”

        “t-thank you Venus.”

        The teacher continued to look through the pages. “You have a lot of interest when you’re drawing your female characters. I don’t see that same kind of passion in your superhero stuff, if I’m being honest. Does that really interest you?”

        “i, i like Spider-Man.”

        “We all like Spider-Man. But maybe, you should explore some new kinds of comics, that aren’t so straight-laced. I have a few books that might help you.”

        Miss Latrix went to her desk, and pulled a few trade paperbacks out of a drawer. She returned to where Max was seated, and sprawled them out on the table.

        “y-you had all of these prepared for me?”

        Venus put her hand onto Max’s shoulder, and started to lightly massage him. “I’ve been paying attention to your development. You’re a very talented and special artist.” Max blushed, almost whimpered, as his teacher looked into his eyes. “Most of my students, they just move onto adult coloring books or whatever after they graduate, and that’s if they keep making art at all. But I know you’re always going to use what I’ve taught you, and so it’s worth helping you.”

        “t-thank you so much.”

        Miss Latrix began to move her hand over the comics. Witchblade, Vampirella, Lady Death, Elvira, Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose, and old, creased volumes of Ranma ½ and Futaba-Kun Change.

        “You can keep all of these. Read them, study them, become inspired by them.”

        Max was almost shaking. “b-but, i, i can’t-”

        Venus gave Max a nice, gentle side hug. “It’s ok Max. I’ve read all of these countless times, you can keep them. But, maybe you should hide them from your family.”

        “w-why?”

        “They’re a little risque, and they just might not understand. But, we both know you’re mature enough for these, right?”

        Max nodded. He stood up, and thought about how he was going to fit all of the books into his bag, before the teacher interrupted his thoughts.

        “How are you going to get home today?”

        “Oh, it’s just a twenty minute walk home from school. It shouldn’t be too hard. I’ll . . . just wait for the rain to pass, I guess.”

        Venus grinned, and the student could’ve sworn he heard a contented, almost sexual sound escape her. “How about . . . I drive you home from school?”

.  .  .

 

Max snuck a few peeks at Venus’s face as she drove him home. The inside of her old mid-aughts sedan was a little messy, and the sound of old gothic metal played at a low volume, largely drowned out by the sound of the rain.

        Venus turned to look at Max once she stopped at a light, and caught his gaze before he could look away. “What are you planning on doing after school?”

        “i’m thinking of becoming a comic artist for Marvel or DC, maybe Image.”

        The teacher began to drive again. “You should maybe consider a more independent path. The industry is changing; there are so many opportunities for artists who make comics for patrons, or do commissions. You can own all of your own work, instead of making $150 a page for a company that won’t let you own anything you create.”

        “i guess that is true, but, i want to draw Spider-Man someday.”

        Venus grinned, and unexpectedly began to scratch Max at the base of his neck. “That’s fair, but it’s not going to pay your rent. Just keep focusing on those women you’ve been drawing, and someday, you might be getting paid $400 for a single pinup.”

        By the time they reached Max’s house, the rain had subsided. Venus helped lift Max’s backpack, heavy with her gifts, off of the floor of the car and onto his lap.

        “I hope you have fun drawing tonight, Max.”

        “well, i have physics homework . . .”

        Venus tousled his hair before he climbed out of the car, and she then drove away. Max sighed as her car disappeared from view.

_____

 

That evening, past the time Max should’ve gone to bed, he worked on a portrait of Venus. He carefully rendered her high cheekbones, and her soft lips. Her arched eyebrows and her piercing eyes, which had a way of becoming inviting, comforting, and warm. Her long teased hair, shiny and black.

        Max finished the drawing after a short while, and realized it was the greatest thing he’d ever done. But, he realized that Venus might see it if he left it inside of his sketchbook.

        He began to carefully tear out the picture along the page’s perforated edge, before briefly stopping to consider how Miss Latrix might react if she saw the picture. Maybe she would be very happy, and flattered. But, she might realize he had a crush on her, and stop talking to him, stop giving him the occasional private lesson.

        Max couldn’t risk that. He finished removing the page, and put it inside of his desk, in the special place where he kept his favorite things.

.  .  .

 

As Max laid in bed, he read the volume of Ranma ½ that Venus had given him. It was a manga he’d wanted to read for a long time, ever since he’d heard about its gender-bending premise, but he’d never gotten around to it. He wondered what it would be like, if he could also change into a girl like Ranma could. The idea filled his imagination, but he told himself it was nothing more than fantasy. After he reached the end of the chapter, he realized it was only four hours before school would start again. He placed a bookmark into the small tankobon and went to sleep.

 

Max hesitantly approached his teacher’s desk towards the end of class, his sketchbook held tightly against his chest.

        “Miss Latrix? can . . . can i visit you after school?”

        The teacher smiled. “Of course you can. Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

        “i, i finished my first twenty-page comic, and i wanted to get a critique from you.”

        She nodded. “I’m excited to see what you’ve made.”

.  .  .

 

Max excitedly ran towards the art room after his final period ended; he’d worked extra hard over the last week to finish his comic, not wanting to have to wait until after the holiday break to show his teacher what he’d made.

        The two got situated quite fast, and Miss Latrix began to look at the comic.

        “So, what’s this about?”

        “uh, it’s about a vampire woman named Sanguina, and her succubus girlfriend named Aphrodite. it’s, uh, maybe a little risque, but . . .”

        Venus grinned. She reassuringly put her hand onto Max’s shoulder. “It’s ok. You don’t need to hide anything from me.” She briefly paused as she began to read the comic. “You know, Aphrodite is the Greek version of Venus.”

        “uh, i, um, i, uh, it- it wasn’t on purpose.”

        Venus tried not to laugh at how red Max’s face was as she moved through the comic. It was surprisingly chaste; the vampire and succubus were solving some kind of mystery instead of having sex. They never even held hands. The teacher identified Sanguina as being the somewhat meek and subservient self-insert character, who was happy to do whatever Aphrodite suggested. Sanguina also had a male form that she reverted to if she didn't drink enough blood, or was exposed to sunlight.

        “You’re becoming such a talented artist, Max. Your faces have improved so much, and I’m really feeling the volume and shape behind these forms.”

        “t-thank you Mistr-, uh, Miss Venus.” The teacher restrained herself from pouncing onto the dumb nerd. Max continued to speak. “i, uh, i’m thinking of getting a drafting table soon, to draw comics better.”

        “I was going to wait until after I finished your comic, but I think I have something that will prove to be more useful.”

        Miss Latrix pulled a wrapped Christmas present out from the desk. “It’s yours. Open it.”

        Max eagerly opened the present, and found a black Wacom inside.

        “Is this an art tablet thing?”

        “Yeah. Trust me, this will be a lot more useful than getting a drafting table. No worrying about scanning your work, you can ink and pencil basically at the same time, you’ll be able to color your stuff more easily . . . this is the way to go. You’ll also be able to move your panels around and rearrange your layouts.”

        “w-wow! t-thank you Venus!”

        The teacher hesitated for a moment, but became more sure of herself as she looked into Max’s eager eyes. “I have one more present for you. But this one is just between you and me.” She pulled a flash drive out of her jacket. “This contains some reference pictures of me, some modeling shots that I’ve done. You can refer to them while you’re drawing your next comic. But make sure you don’t show your parents, or anyone else.”

        “w-why?”

        “We’re artists, but they . . . they might think I’m giving you porn or something. But these pictures are meant to be used for drawing. They probably wouldn’t understand.”

        “o-ok. thank you Venus.”

        The teacher was surprised when Max leant in for a hug. Because of how far apart the stools were, he accidentally put his face onto her breasts. “Hold on, let’s stand up.”

        The teacher and student stood together, and hugged each other for a moment. Venus could feel Max moving his waist away from her, trying to hide his erection, but she closed the distance, and acted like she couldn’t feel it.

        “Would you like a ride home from school today?”

_____

 

Max stared intently at the pictures Miss Latrix had given him. She was always wearing so many clothes; a black turtleneck and a jacket, with a skirt and long thigh-high socks. He’d never known she had so many tattoos.

        Tribal tattoos covered her upper arms. A pentagram rested on her sternum, and an ankh rested below her ribcage. Ornate gothic patterns rested around her general “womb” area, and some sigils that she’d clearly designed herself covered her thighs. A Venus symbol rested on one of her forearms, and a heart surrounded by bat wings rested above her firm ass.

        Venus looked so lustful in each of the pictures; no matter what angle she had been shot from, she was filled with power and control. The pictures almost felt reverent of her.

        Max felt guilty of how many times he’d already masturbated to them. Venus had told them they were meant to be for art reference, but that wasn’t how he was using them. Every time he opened up his art program to try practicing with his Wacom, he ended up getting . . . sidetracked. With one or two exceptions. He hoped he’d have more new pictures to show her after the break was over.

 

After the holiday break was over, Max started to spend a lot more time after classes with Miss Latrix. The teacher sometimes said he couldn’t stay after classes, because she didn’t want to raise any more red flags than she imagined she already had. His drawings of women had changed; they always had been powerful, but increasingly, they were becoming goth as well. Almost exclusively, and the teacher could see the lengths Max was going to in order to avoid accidentally making a character who looked too similar to her.

        Even if she could also see traces of her “modeling shots” in his drawings. Not only could she recognize the poses, but also the foreshortening in many of her student’s newer pictures was too good for them to have been done by him without reference.

        Near the end of the month, the teacher called Max to her desk at the end of class.

        “Max, can you visit me after school?”

        He tried not to smile too hard. “of course Miss Latrix!”

        Her face almost looked solemn. “Thanks Max. I hope you have a good day.”

.  .  .

 

Max was nervous when he walked into the classroom later. is she going to be mad at me? should i be worried?

        Miss Latrix was already seated at their usual table. She looked nervous, which Max had never seen.

        The teacher thought to herself; I have to stick the landing on this. If I fail . . .

        “Max, please sit down.”

        The student sat in the seat adjacent to her, and she began to look through his sketchbook. There were fewer new drawings in it than the last time she’d seen it, but it was to be expected; he was doing a lot of his new art digitally.

        “You draw a lot of goth girls now.”

        “y-yeah. it’s, uh, i mean, i’m . . . i’m not trying to draw you or anything.”

        Venus stroked Max’s hair. “I know. Of course not. What I’m worried about is . . . do you feel envious of the characters that you draw?”

        “what?”

        “Do you sometimes wish you were a goth girl? Because I sometimes notice this pattern in my students. People drawing self-inserts, what they wish they could be.” She continued to stroke his hair. “It’s ok Max; you can confide anything in me.”

        Max gulped. “i guess sometimes i . . . think it could be interesting, to try on goth girl clothes.”

        Venus leant over and hugged Max. “It’s ok, there’s nothing wrong with what you’re feeling. Do you . . . want me to try using feminine pronouns with you?”

        “w-what?”

        Venus looked into Max’s eyes, with a great intensity. “It’s ok. If you want to be a girl, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Don’t suppress your feelings.”

        Max leant over and hugged her again. He was starting to feel confused and scared, but he knew that Venus was someone he could trust, even more than his parents. “i, i guess . . . i guess it kind of would be nice to be a girl.”

        “Do you have an excuse you can use, if you’re out of the house for a long time?”

        Max paused. “i could say that i was reading something at the comic shop near my home. b- but why do you ask?”

        Venus separated her body from Max’s, gently, but deliberately. “You could visit my apartment if you wanted, and I could help you explore your feelings. But we couldn’t tell anyone. Do you understand?”

        Max began to feel something in his chest, telling him that something was maybe wrong. But, he . . . that was probably just his gender feelings. “i could come with you.”

_____

 

Max entered Venus’s apartment, which was almost forty minutes away from the school. He recognized her couch and bedroom from the pictures she’d given him. Black blankets hung on the walls, and the teacher clearly had chosen the most gothic looking furniture she could find. A handful of posters of women from bands that Max couldn’t recognize hung framed in her bedroom.

        “Let me change myself into something more comfortable”, Venus said, as she walked into her closet. After a brief moment, she emerged wearing some gray sweatpants and a Joan Jett t-shirt; it certainly looked less stuffy than the tattoo-concealing outfit she’d been wearing before. “Are you ready?”

        Max was shaking on her mattress; even from where Venus was standing, it was clearly visible. She could almost hear his teeth clattering. She sat next to him, and hugged him, tried to calm him.

        “It’s ok. Relax. Don’t be afraid.” The shaking didn’t subside. “Take a deep breath.”

        Max inhaled, slowly, and then exhaled. He could feel Venus almost nuzzling against him, and he began to feel the tension leaving him.

        “Take your clothes off. All the way down to your underwear.”

        Considering Max was also wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, it only took him a few seconds to get undressed. Venus tried not to leer too much at his almost naked body.

        “Here’s a black lace bra you can try; let me help you put it on.”

        Venus helped her student move his arms through the sides of the bra, and maneuvered his hair out from inside of it. Max then looked at himself in her body-length mirror.

        “How does that make you feel?”

        “it . . . it feels good. i’m scared, though.”

        Venus stood up, and hugged Max again. She placed a chaste, gentle kiss on his forehead, before rubbing off the black lipstick she’d placed onto him. “It’s ok. There’s nothing to be afraid of. This is a safe place. Do you understand?”

        “y-yes Miss Venus.”

        Venus pulled a pair of black panties out of her drawer; it had a sleeve attached for a cock to slide into. “Would you like to go into my closet and try this on?”

.  .  .

 

It wasn’t long before Max had been dressed up completely, with a garter and stockings and a lacey black dress and black silken opera gloves, with a nice collar. Venus had even done Max’s makeup.

        She instructed him to look into her mirror. “How do you feel?”

        “i, i feel really good. but, i’m trans?”

        Venus stared intently at her creation. Max turned to look at her, for some kind of reassurance or comfort.

        “If you want to be a girl, that would make you trans.”

        “but what will i tell my parents! and, i . . . i don’t know what to do!”

        Venus stood up, turned Max back towards her mirror, and began to massage his shoulders. “It’s ok. I’ll do everything I can to help you. Once you graduate, I’ll give you these clothes. I bought them for you.”

        “you’re so generous, but you’re a teacher!”

        “It is hard, buying you these things on a teacher’s salary. But I really care about you, Max. Should I . . . start calling you Maxine, now?”

        “i think that could be nice, yeah.”

        “If you want to be a girl now, Maxine, your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone. It will be our little secret, ok?”

        “o-ok.”

        “Let’s get these clothes and makeup off of you. I think it’s about time I took you home.”

 

Max, or as she called herself when speaking privately to Venus, Maxine, approached Miss Latrix’s desk.

        “Can I help you?”

        “yeah, um, my parents are going to be out of town for a date-thing this weekend, and . . . i . . . was wondering . . . not that i wanted to ask you out on a date, of course not, but-”

        Venus blinked. “Did you want to do some more, exploring, on the 14th?”

        “yeah.”

        Venus handed Maxine a sheet of paper. “Here’s my phone number. Message me after school. I’ll talk to you later.”

_____

 

Venus picked up Maxine at her house as soon as she finished taking care of some business on Friday, and they began to drive to her apartment.

        The student looked at her teacher. “so, what were you planning on us doing?”

        Venus briefly glanced at Maxine before putting her eyes back onto the road. “We’re going to get you dressed up, and then we’re going to see a movie and get some dinner. Does that sound good to you?”

        Maxine froze. “i-i’m going to go outside dressed up like a girl?”

        Miss Latrix began to scratch Maxine at the base of her neck. “If you want, we can just hang out in my apartment instead. I could show you some of my art, we could watch a movie, order a pizza.”

        “i, i think that sounds a lot more comfortable Miss Venus.”

.  .  .

 

About an hour later, they’d arrived at Venus’s apartment, and Maxine had been dressed up in the same outfit as before. The student looked through her teacher’s sketchbook as they waited for the pizza to get delivered.

        “wow, your artwork is so amazing.”

        Venus took a drink from her glass of wine. “Thank you.”

        The sketchbook was filled with drawings of succubi, and dark elves, and other kinds of dark fantasy women. In many ways, it looked a lot like one of Maxine’s more recent sketchbooks, except everything was more skillfully rendered.

        Maxine hesitantly put the book back down on the coffee table, and looked at her teacher. “um, Miss Venus?”

        “Yes?”

        “i, i just wanted to say . . . you’re really nice to me. you’re my only friend, and, you . . . you really take such good care of me and . . . and thanks.”

        Venus put her glass of wine down, and moved closer to Maxine. “You’re so, so special Maxine. You’re such a beautiful young woman, and it’s so sad other people don’t recognize how amazing you are. But it’s ok. I’ll always be here for you. Do you understand?”

        Maxine began to cry, which started to ruin her makeup. “y-yes Miss Venus. i, i love you, in a platonic way.”

        Venus kissed the top of Maxine’s head gently, and began to hug her tightly.

 

Maxine couldn’t stop thinking about the special day she’d spent with Venus. If her teacher hadn’t already occupied every one of her free thoughts, she now did, and she wouldn’t leave.

        Maxine hugged her spare pillow almost every night as she cried and sobbed in bed.

        Venus will never love me . . . she’s . . . she’s too much older than me . . . she doesn’t want to date a stupid girl who couldn’t help but get too attached! just because she was being so nice to a pathetic loser like me!

_____

 

Maxine walked to Venus’s classroom after school had ended. The teacher, who’d invited the student earlier, was seated at her desk. She motioned for Maxine to pull a stool over.

        “Thanks for coming Maxine. I have an opportunity for you.”

        “what is it?”

        Venus finished what she was doing on her computer, and moved her full attention to her student. “I do a lot of commissions on the side, when I’m not doing teaching stuff. I get so many requests, I can’t actually accept all of them. But, I’ve been showing some of your newer art to people, and if you want to accept them, you can have some of their commissions.”

        “w-wow! really?”

        Venus nodded. “I can DM you the information later, if you’d like. It adds up to being a few hundred dollars, total.”

        “t-that’s amazing! thank you, Miss Venus!”

        The teacher took a sip from her drink. “It’s going to be so hard for you, because you’re transgender. Employers won’t hire you, you won’t be able to start a career. It’s probably not even worth going to college. But, if you stay with me, I can keep giving you commissions. I will always protect and nourish you.”

        Maxine looked down, crestfallen. “i, i’d never thought about my future like that . . .”

        Venus moved out from behind her desk, and hugged Maxine. “It’s ok. It’s going to be a hard road ahead, but I’ll be here for you.” After a brief pause, the teacher pulled herself away from her student. “There’s one more thing I need to tell you, but . . . it’s secret. Will you be free next weekend?”

        “i, i’ll see what i can do.”

 

Maxine found herself in Venus’s apartment after school; it was the best she could do. There sadly would not be a weekend without her parents being home, and so they only had a little time together, because things would start to get suspicious.

        The drive to the apartment had been oddly quiet, and Venus had seemed nervous again. And she still looked nervous, as she stood in front of the couch Maxine was seated on, staring down at her.

        “Maxine . . . there’s something I need to tell you.”

        “y-yes Miss Venus?”

        After a moment of hesitation, the teacher seated herself next to her student. “Over the course of the school year, I’ve . . . found myself growing more attached to you. Found myself . . . falling in love with you.”

        Maxine’s eyes widened as the wind was knocked out of her. Venus grew concerned.

        “Maxine? Are you ok?”

        “y-yes! Yes! i, i’m ok!”

        Venus moved closer to her quarry, and began to remove her oversized shirt and sweatpants. It was only a moment before Maxine was completely naked, and Venus’s lips were wrapped around her shaft.

        She spoke when she lifted her face up. “Our life can be so perfect together, Maxine. You can be my special little girl, and I can continue to teach you. We can work on art together, and you can wake up in my arms every morning, and I can treat you like the princess you are.”

        Maxine came after only a few minutes, and Venus swallowed her warm, salty cum. She then stradded her student, and hugged her. “You’re such a good girl, so good and precious and pure. Do you want to call me Mommy?”

        “y-yes Yes YES YESYES!”

        Venus opened a drawer inside of her coffee table, and pulled out a bottle of pills. “If I give you this estrogen, will you be able to hide it from your parents?”

        “y-yes Mommy!”

        Venus grabbed Maxine’s hair and pulled on it. “I’m not fucking around; will you be able to hide these? What will you say if your parents find them?”

        “i, i dunno, but i won’t blame you!”

        The goth woman loosened her grip, and began to kiss Maxine’s face, covering it in the black lipstick that hadn’t gotten onto her cock. “I’m so sorry I snapped! But we have to be careful! I can’t risk something coming between us.”

        “b-but . . . what about . . .”

        Venus grinned as she felt Maxine’s cock hardening again. “After you graduate, you can move in with me. We can go to a different state, get married, you can start living as a girl. We can pay for you to get an orchiectomy, and you can start dyeing your hair and painting your nails.”

        “but . . . i . . . i don’t know . . .”

        “What do you mean you don’t know?”

        “this doesn’t sound right . . . i’m kind of worried . . .”

        Venus put a finger on Maxine’s head. “This is telling you that something is wrong.” She then moved her finger down to Maxine’s hard, erect girlcock. “But this is telling you that you want to be with me. Your girlcock isn’t lying to you, is it?”

        “n-no”

        “Who has loved you and cared for you this last year? Who has spent time with you and recognized your talents and helped you self actualize?”

        “you”

        Venus kissed Maxine’s lips, and forced her tongue down her throat, before eventually separating.

        “I love you, Maxine. It’s just two more months. Two more months, and then we can be together. No more secrets, no more hiding.”

 

Maxine and Venus stood inside of the basement of the government office, a long, seemingly endless line of people on either side of them. The former student looked up at her former teacher; she looked like an evil sorceress. Powerful, taller than usual because of her platforms, and dressed in an expensive and ornate black dress.

        Maxine felt so diminutive and weak standing next to her, dressed in the precious clothing that her girlfriend had given her. Venus occasionally would look down at her and smile. There was something hungry and anxious about the smile, but Maxine couldn’t understand what it meant.

        Eventually, the duo made it into a small office, and stood in front of a government employee. As he read the usual vows, Maxine couldn’t help but cry tears of joy as she looked into her Mommy’s warm, confident, and assuring gaze.

        Maxine knew that the world wasn’t safe, and that it was scary and dangerous and that she would never be strong enough to face it on her own. But Venus would always protect her, always make sure she was out of harm’s way and do what was best for her. Maxine was sure of it.

        “Maxine, do you take Venus Latrix to be your lawfully wedded wife, from this day forward, until death do you part?”

        “y-yes”

        “You may now kiss the bride.”

        Venus felt a weight lifted off of her shoulders as she leant down and gave her new wife a small kiss on the lips. The government employee offered to take a few pictures of them, and after that was finished, the older woman gave her quarry a more vigorous and passionate series of kisses, until they eventually left the building.

 

Venus finished the conference call with the HR department of her previous school. They had just finished telling her that they’d do everything they could to prevent her from getting another job, and that they would try to have her teaching license revoked.

        She grumbled to herself. Just about every fucking coach in that school has done much worse than me, but nobody lays a finger on them because they teach fucking football . . . Susan is still pissed that my makeup didn’t violate the dress code.

        Maxine walked into the bedroom, and could see from Venus’s red and puffy eyes that she’d been crying. “Mommy? Is everything ok?”

        Venus nodded. “Everything will be fine. I just . . . I don’t think I’m going to be able to teach anymore.”

        “why?”

        “Because . . . some people at our old school don’t like me, and they don’t like that we’re married now.”

        Maxine sat down on the bed. “i, i’m sorry . . .”

        Venus moved off of her desk chair, and sat next to Maxine. She gently kissed her on the forehead. “It’s not your fault. I . . . I made my choice, because you're so precious to me. How about we watch a movie, and then work on some more comics?”

 

The space between Mistress Venus’s thighs was warm, musky, and moist. As the older, more experienced artist did a few touch-ups on Maxine’s work, her special little faggirl dutifully and eagerly sucked and licked her Mommy’s clit, occasionally pushing her tongue into her warm, dripping pussy.

        “Yes . . . good girl . . . such a special, brainless little faggot-girl for Mommy”, Venus purred, as she took a brief break from working to stroke her princess’s hair.

        Pleasured little whines and moans escaped from Maxine as she felt her Mommy’s praise; no matter how generous she became with her kind words, they never became any less special. She knew, and had internalized, that the stern and mean art teacher had chosen her, and not anyone else. It made the increasingly vacuous faggirl feel so special, to know that her Mommy had chosen her to cherish and play with and coddle and cuddle.

        After a few more minutes, Maxine’s tongue got too tired, and she began to rest her head on Venus’s thighs. The former teacher began to scratch the base of her neck as she did a once-over on the coloring of the page she’d just completed.

        “Good girl . . . you did such a good job for Mommy today. Your artwork is getting so good, and you show so much devotion to me.”

        “t-thank you Mommy.”

        Venus motioned to Maxine, and then she pulled her chair out from underneath the desk. “Come on, let’s get into bed. This comic is finished.”

.  .  .

 

The autumn weather kept their new one-bedroom apartment nice and cool. Which meant they could snuggle underneath their blankets this time of year, without it getting unbearably hot.

        Maxine lazily sucked on her Mommy’s fingers. She loved the feeling of being a subservient, brainless plaything. It felt as if, every single day, she regressed a little more, becoming increasingly fixated only on her comic work and on pleasuring her Mommy.

        Venus purred as she moved her free hand down, and gently stroked Maxine’s hardened cock. “You’re such a good girl . . . Mommy’s special princess. Mommy loves you so much.”

        Maxine moved closer to her Mistress, and began to grind against her thigh. Venus chuckled. “No . . . move inside of me. I want to feel your special princess parts.”

        Maxine moved on top of her Mommy, and she moved her erect girlcock into the warm, inviting space awaiting her. She didn’t need to worry about protection, not since she’d had her orchiectomy. All things considered, she’d used condoms for all of two months before that problem had been solved.

        A pleasured moan escaped Venus as she felt her toy moving into her. “Good girl. Such a special little faggirl for Mommy. My beautiful succubus princess.”

        The two made love slowly, lazily, sensually. Maxine knew her place; it was underneath Venus, serving her, making her happy. In exchange, Venus kept her protected and safe.

        Eventually, the older woman growled. “Speed up. I’m so close.”

        “y-yes Mommy!”

        It wasn’t long before Venus orgasmed and Maxine removed herself. The former teacher then began to stroke her princess’s cock while it was still wet and slick from her natural lubricant.

        “Maxine, it’s been almost a year since we first started talking to each other.”

        “y-yeah?”

        “I have a special present for you, in the bedside table.”

        Maxine eagerly bent her torso, both excited to see what the present was, but also not wanting to interrupt the handjob. “y-you always give me the best presents Mommy!”

        She opened the drawer, and felt around, before feeling something tough on one side, and soft on the other. She pulled it out, and saw that it was a collar. A heart shaped tag was attached to it. It had a few words engraved on it.

        Venus’s Special Faggirl

        A whimper escaped Maxine as she finished, and Venus laughed at her before placing a kiss on her forehead.

        “I love you, princess.”