Instructor Mike’s Academy – Part 5 – Homework

Warning: This is an explicit semi-fictional/semi-autobiographical

multipart series involving White Daddy / south asian teen raceplay,

crossdressing, and more. If you are not over 18 and/or find the notion

of White Cock superiority to be offensive, then please do not read on.

Author’s Note: I had to repost this as the end got cutoff. More parts coming soon. I want to thank the few people who reached out by email and shared their appreciation for what I’ve written so far. You and the pics of your Beautiful White Cocks gave me the motivation to continue. Enjoy!

Instructor Mike’s Academy – Part 5 – Homework

When I woke up Saturday morning, my little peepee was a rock hard tootsie roll. I groggily recalled dreams of Daddy’s Throbbing White Cock brushing against my lips as I sat in my newly learned KNEEL position, looking up at the all that I wished to serve. I guess my body was reacting. I got up to use the bathroom and my girl hole felt a little weird when I did my business, probably because it was probed so much by Instructor Mike. It wasn’t so bad, I finished my morning routine, threw on some running shorts and a t-shirt, and then worked up a sweat as I jogged into town.

As I picked up speed for the final stretch, my soft clitty was gyrating loosely in my shorts as my little berry sac clung tightly to my body. I slowed down near a department store and side-eyed some display mannequins in lingerie. “I bet Daddy would love seeing me in that,” I thought to myself at a cute set in pink. Wow, I really was becoming a girl, thinking constantly about how to please and serve Daddy and visually entice his Magnificent White Cock to always be hard for his puny little brown sissy. I still had no concept of what being under the total command of Daddy’s Superior White Weapon would feel like, but my thoughts and emotions were laser focused on whatever I needed to do to keep him happy with me.

The run cleared my head and I decided to really hit the books hard. I had been inattentive in my classes the last few days and was savvy enough to realize that would put me on my parents’ radar, which could jeopardize my ability to spend time with Instructor Mike. I wanted nothing more now than to be Daddy’s girl, and passing the trials of his Instructor Mike persona was the prerequisite.

It was a feat of mental control to not let my thoughts drift to Daddy, and for the first hour I failed miserably. But then I began to imagine Daddy standing above me, his flaccid but still heavy White Meaty Masterpiece hanging inches from my face, both sternly cajoling me to get on with it. I obey Daddy. I obey Daddy’s Cock. Obedience leads to wonderful rewards.

I spent 6 hours catching up on everything with a smile and a purpose. I also resolved to speak to all of my teachers and let them know I wanted a headstart on the upcoming weekend’s homework. I wanted to surprise Daddy, even though he offered to help me, so that the only homework I will have starting Thursday night is from Instructor Mike’s lesson plan.

Satisfied that I was caught up on school work and ready to engage properly in class once again, I excused myself after dinner and was ready to focus on my other assignment. I ran my fingers over the VHS tape, thinking the lessons within would complete my transition into a femmy sissy toy. How wrong I was as I was to learn later.

I sat on my bed and watched the 90 minute tutorial earnestly, getting the basics on foundation, blush, lipstick, eyeshadow, eyelashes, and accessories. I had no idea so much was involved and how intricate it all was. I had a desire to go all out but remembered that Daddy prefers modest makeup, so I took notes on what should be a look that meets his desires.