Mr Felts would not mind if I was to miss Art Class.
I began to make my way towards the Feminist Study Class which was a five-minute walk away to the college library.
The main door was an obvious pink color,
probably it was a deliberate attempt to keep any boy from being curious and trying to peek behind the door.
I ignored the girlish colour and entered into the classroom anyway,
thank goodness the inside of the classroom was just like any other standard design classroom.
A top row of seats,
a middle row and a bottom row of seats
with two sets of steps going all the way down to the bottom of the class
that separated the three rows of seats.
Just at the bottom of the classroom was the most statuesque figure of a woman I had ever seen.
She had long golden blonde hair down to her shapely bottom,
she had a perfect hourglass body any girl would envy.
She had long slender legs, they showed under an oh so wonderful short pink summer dress that had short sleeves,
she had long well-toned arms,
her eyes sparkled like sapphire,
she had the face of an Angel,
this was the teacher of the Feminist Study Class!
I could hardly believe my own eyes.
I already began to see if I could look up the woman’s dress,
In part I blame my mother for my obsession for seeing girls in their underwear,
I hated in which the way she treated me after my father had died leaving her everything in his will to her,
not that she needed it, my mother was already very rich in the higher class of society.
I was humiliated beyond mention,
hence why I finally decided to get a place of my own,
vowing to never see or even speak to my mother again.
So that is how I came to get my own flat.
I quietly sat at the very far back of the top row of seats and put my head down toward a desk in front of me hoping not to get noticed.
To my sheer delight, the girls of the Feminist Study Class began to enter the classroom itself,
they all began to sit down,
I had not been noticed until one girl came up to me and said.
“Excuse me, that happens to be my seat,
go and sit somewhere else if you don’t mind?”
I turned to face her and then she immediately recognized what I was and she said to me in a very loud voice.
“Say… you’re a boy.”
Just then the teacher,
whose name was Miss Lisa Monroe,
came charging up the steps over to where I was sitting and she grabbed me by my ears and she quite literally dragged me out of the Feminist Study Class,
little did I know then, that she would soon become my Mistress.
ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO GET INTO
THE FEMINIST STUDY CLASS
To be dragged by the ears in public, by a woman was I thought, the most humiliating thing that could ever possibly happen to me. Boy how truly wrong was I. Miss Monroe had me now outside of her class and pined up against the the corridor wall where all of the other classes could be reached by. Still holding me by my ears, Miss Monroe began to ask me questions.
“What is your name Boy? Which class are you from?”
“My name is Marvin Miss, Marvin Maxwell…”
“Surely not.” Miss Monroe looked surprised. “You are truly Maxwell, the bright young Arts Master of the Arts Study Class?”
“Yes Miss, that is I.”
Oh how wonderful it was to hear her call me Master, I looked at miss Monroe and smiled at her, believing that my charm would readily win her over. But Miss Monroe soon deflated my pride. “I should have known that you was nothing more than a spoilt brat of a Ponce.” Oh how my dignity and pride were reduced down to size in a split second. Miss Monroe then said to me. “You had better return back to the Arts Study Class immediately, before I end up reporting this incident to the Head Dean.”
Miss Monroe however had not let go of my ears, then she gave a warning. “I warn you Boy… If I ever catch you again in my study class, you shall end up in really big trouble, now go…” She suddenly let go of my ears and even shoved me down the corridor, I nearly almost toppled over as I went stumbling down the corridor back to the Arts Study Class.
Oh how my ears ached, my attention of the pain prevented me catching a quick glance to look up Miss Monroe’s short dress. I was too busy trying to nurse my aching ears. Despite my failure, I was now more than ever determined to some how be apart of the Feminist Study Class. I had decided on a more dignified way of getting into the study class, one I was pretty much sure of, that would be guaranteed to work.
