The Shemale Diaries

Linda woke me really early on the morning of the first day of school. My nerves were raw from a sleepless night and anticipating every possible problem that could come of me being outed by some bastard professor. I had nightmares about the registrar coming up to me in the middle of a crowded corridor, grabbing me by the cock and marching me out the front door telling me never to come back. However, I was determined to do this and two hours later, Linda looked at me and smiled telling me that I was perfect. Dressed in my mid-thigh pleated skirt and sweater, Linda and I left for school. Before my first class, I went to my firs professor’s office and explained to him who I was and asked that he address me by Colleen in class if he were to address me at all. He was an old school professor and I figured he would tell me to fuck off particularly since my first class was anatomy and he was sure to laugh me out of his office. He did not though. He told me it took a lot of courage to come forward and that he would try to help as much as he could. Needless to say, my first class was great and my prof was true to his word. Because of him, I was able to focus on the work and take part in his lecture lab without concern. The second class was much like the first and I began to let my guard down thinking that they would all go the same. I was suddenly wrenched back to reality when, upon meeting with my third professor of the day he literally told me to fuck off. He was younger than the others and a real red necked ass hole who figured that when not in use, guns should be used to pick his teeth and women were there only to fuck and get a blow job if fucking them was out of the question. Nervously, I went into his lecture hall, and it took the bastard all of two seconds to out me causing every pair of eyes in that hall to focus on the fucked up guy in the middle of the room. Amid whispers and nervous laughter of derision, I mustered my courage and spoke to all of them and snidely berated the professor for being a jerk who promptly got into a huff and threatened to kick my ass out of class. A couple of red-necked jocks at the back of the lecture lab jeered and taunted me but I was determined not to back down. Most of the students though simply had “so what” attitude so when I sat back down, the class went along as usual. After class, a couple of the girls came over to me to check me out. They collectively agreed that I should have been a girl and I had done a good job in hiding the boy parts. As they talked, I could not help noticing the gawkers as they stared and snickered at me but I didn’t care. I was there, after all to be educated in my chosen research discipline and nothing else mattered. Sure, I hoped that I would be accepted but I knew better than that. I knew there would be some tough times ahead and that I could even be beaten to crap.
After classes were done, I moved hastily across the street from the campus to have a wee and a coffee. It was there that my worst fears were recognized. The sneering assholes from my last class it seemed had followed me off campus and were about to teach me a lesson. They formed a circle around me and started with the jibes until one aggressive bastard decided to try it on and pushed me. He wasn’t that much bigger than I, but he had decided that since I was a poof, he would have no problem in kicking the shit out of me. When I turned to confront him, his fist landed on my cheek and sent me reeling backwards but the others in their little bashing party promptly steadied me only to send me back towards the primary foe. I tried not to get upset and maintain my dignity but I knew that he would not let up. I ducked and dodged his next three attempts at hitting me all the while trying to reason with him. Of course, being a bully son of a bitch, there was no reasoning with him and I decided it was time to protect myself. I knew I could not take them all but I could inflict enough damage before they had me completely. Those eight years of Kung Fu training that my father had insisted upon kicked in and hurt my foe and dropped him to the ground and readied myself for the next attack that came in the form of three. I punched and kicked with great control and was about to inflict more serious damage when the sound of an approaching siren stopped them short. Slightly dissheveled and blood trickling from the corner of my mouth, two police constables quickly got out of the car and began to forcefully break up the tiny gathering. In response to one of the officers saying with a high degree of disgust that these ruffians were beating up a woman, one of the boys said “she is a guy”.
“And your point is?” the female officer asked as she radioed in for backup. “Well, he’s a fag,” the moron said. “That gives you the right to beat up an innocent person does it?” the officer asked as she handcuffed his hands behind his back. “You are under arrest,” she said calmly yet forcefully. “Officer,” I finally broke in after rationalizing the consequences of their arrest. “I prefer not to press charges. I clearly am a novelty and they decided a good target. They are also obviously pretty intelligent to be going to this university in the research sciences so I would like to let this pass just for this one time.” The constable and her partner warned against it but at my insistence, they released the handcuffs and then lectured them on the need to use their brains and if they should respond again to such an incident, they would press charges and make sure they paid dearly for their actions.
Nursing my cheek and wiping away the blood, I turned my back on them and began the walk home knowing that they had no idea why I had done what I did. When I finally reached my bedroom, I collapsed on my bed and cried partly because of the horrible day and partly relieved that I was not killed by those ass holes. When Linda got home, I vented my doubts that had been simmering in my mind for the rest of the afternoon and, after listening to me she finally sighed and softly said, “But you made it through sweetie and now there is no turning back.”
Next time on The Shemale Diaries, I am going to tell you about my first real date with a visiting professor. In the meantime, if you want to take a look at one of the neatest shemale sites around, take a look at

All my love
Colleen