Warning: the following is a male to female TG fanservice. In case of ingestion, consult a gynecologist.
Damn it to puss gutted hell! Professor Mikes outburst faded over the much louder screeching of his SUVs tires. Fresh coffee quickly seeped through the protective material of his jeans, creating a wonderful burning sensation on his thighs. Despite that he had no real time to worry, just thankful the cup titled onto him rather than the folders sitting in the passenger seat.
While brown stains on his pants was far from an ideal fashion, Mikes real concern was getting to his first lecture on time. As he sped through a yellow light, it was just luck no police lights appeared in the rearview mirror. It was also a good opportunity to adjust the light blond hair of his reflection for a moment. Mother always told him luck favored the prepared. The two extra sets of clothes in his truck were a testament to that philosophy. Glancing at the clock,