Love Notes

With a series of thunks, a knife skillfully ran across the surface of a cucumber cutting it into several small circles.

Next were the two tomatoes. The thin, gentle hands wielding the knife with speed and precision didn’t slow down as they cut the tomato into small bits.

A small amount of red juice dripped down the hand. It was raised towards a pair of dewy lips. As quickly as they parted they closed and the hand went down to start working on the second tomato.

Sam shook his head. He wasn’t at home, he was in cooking class. He’d feel bad if he got some of his spit in the salad that would be sampled by the fellow students.

Samson was in fact a collage student. His first year had been characterized by bad spending decisions and ramen for most major meals. Now he was in his second year and was more used to living on his own. That’s why, now that he spent his money more reasonably he could afford to cook for himself, hence the reason he’d signed up for this course.

There was something about this class that always unnerved him. Among the other students there was a girl, sitting on a chair against one of the walls, scribbling something in her notebook. The instructor’s sister who always came to pick him up.

Charlotte.

Ever since that one day. The day when he decided to relieve one of his days in middle school where he came to school with his mother’s bra. The day he wore a bra to his cooking class.

That was the day where she liked the smell of the cookies. She moved up to him and lightly pulled at his shoulder so she could pass. His shirt was loose and she saw his bra.

Their eyes met. At first they both showed shock, but then Charlotte's filled with excitement.

She started arriving earlier and earlier. He’s been getting stories and illustrations. Whether they be in his coat pocket, his hood, behind his ears, he’d find a folded sheet of paper and in it.

Drawings that looked like him. Him wearing girly clothes. Skimpy girly clothes. Degrading stuff that made him blush.

That Charlotte was watching too. Some of the first stories had been of him being dominated by men. After those he’d be pretty upset the next day. She noticed. The stories after those featured him with girls. For some reason he wasn’t upset at those and she noticed.

The next sets all had some teasing remarks on them: “Bet you wish you were the main character of this story.”, “I know you’re excited but don’t ruin my cute drawing by enjoying it too much, okay?”.

Of course he was flustered and of course he’d ball all those sheets of paper and throw them in the trash.

One day though, after the course, he returned when there was no one. In the trash was a drawing he particularly liked. His likeness wearing stockings, panties and a bra, being fondled from behind by a cute girl. He took it home with a huff.

If that perverted girl wanted to give him free content why shouldn’t he use it. Huh?

So he used it.

It’s not like he saw himself as a girl or anything. So what if he liked cross-dressing? A lot of guys were into that. Sam was the kind of guy that blended in. Being a girl and having a male body deviated from his view of himself too much to accept it.

Maybe it was a fetish. He liked the humiliation. Is that why he was wearing a bra today? He looked at Charlotte. She was writing like crazy. She’d definitely noticed even if it wasn’t immediately obvious. He was getting too hot. Letting the knife down he excused himself and went towards the bathroom.

On the way he patted himself down. Instead of the usual piece of paper he found a pair of panties in his pocket. They were warm.

He got even more flustered. Look to the left. Look to the right. Nobody in the hall. He scrambled to the bathroom.

He hid in a stall and closed the door, leaning against it. Inside his hand were a pair of panties. Why were a pair of panties there?

Did she want him to, what, wear them?

Should he wear them? He’d never done something like that before.

Whatever. He couldn’t help but glance around as he pulled down his pants and his boxers.

The panties, while they felt strange, were extremely comfortable. They really quelled his anxiety and excited him. Hesitantly he removed his shirt, leaving him in only his shoes, his bra and a pair of panties.

He felt something squeeze his manhood. Charlotte's voice sounded in his ear.

“You know, I’ve never been attracted to a guy before. I knew there was something odd about you. Guess I’m not gonna start today, Sammy.”

Sam really wanted to protest, but looking down at himself, he accepted her words by turning his head to the side and giving Charlotte a kiss.