Math is Hard - TG Story

Trying my hand at a bit of writing.  I've started drafting up a couple of these based off my previous sequences and I think I've worked up the courage to share some with you all! 

Hopefully you like it! 

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The college campus buzzed with energy as students shuffled about, their footsteps echoing against the wide corridors. Daniel strode confidently toward his classroom, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

He had been preparing for this test for weeks… Ok, so not in the traditional sense. Daniel didn’t prepare so far as studying, particularly not in math. Those kinds of calculations came to him fairly quickly. No, rather he had been laying the groundwork among his peers for weeks. Amping up the difficulty, stoking the fears of his classmates, ensuring that when he inevitably aced it, it would look all the more impressive. It was a routine his friends and classmates had become accustomed to, and it felt just as disingenuous and asinine the 400th time as it had the first.

The door opened to a bright, airy room, filled with the familiar hum of nervous chatter. Finding a spot at the front, Daniel smirked, noticing a girl a few seats down looking at her desk nervously. As her timid gaze met his, he shot over a wink, laughing as she averted her eyes quickly. He couldn't imagine being that afraid of a few silly numbers. He was so self absorbed, he didn’t notice the subtle pink glow that surrounded his pen.

Professor Reynolds dropped the paper in front of him wordlessly, shaking his head at the smirking Daniel before walking past, and the second the paper settled, he was at it.

The first few questions were a breeze. Daniel's pen danced on the paper, making swift checkmarks after each problem. These are aren't even questions, he thought with a smirk, he's basically giving me the answers. They were simple, predictable, almost elementary.

But as he continued, a hint of confusion shadowed his brow. What's going on here? The equations grew increasingly complicated, and problem after problem began to fill with symbols he didn't recognize. He found himself reading the same question over and over, but they just didn't make sense.By the second page, he was stunned. He had passed over more questions than he had answered, and his diligent proofs showed rocky guesswork, rather than the airtight theorems he was used to producing.

He glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone else's paper. Maybe these are misprints, he thought, surely if I’m faltering, the rest of the class is struggling equally as hard. Yet heads were locked in, pens blazing through.

He was falling behind.

The once confident stride in his thoughts began to falter. Without realizing, he chewed on the end of his pen and twirled a strand of hair around his finger. He felt restless, like something was off, but he couldn't place it.

"Ugh, like, why is this so hard?" he whispered under his breath, a whiney lilt sneaking into his voice. Not a single test had challenged him like this, were they finally upping the difficulty to catch him off guard?

Sighing softly, he looked over at the girl again. For a moment, their eyes met. She held a look of stifled laughter on her face. But as they sustained eye contact, like a switch had been flipped, her expression shifted. A wide grin spread across her face, her head tilting curiously. It was a strange sight, but it sent an odd glowing sensation down his spine. He caught a glimpse of himself in her strangely reflective eyes.

Daniel had always had deep-set, brooding eyes. No matter how much sleep he got, they seemed to sink right in. They had been the kind that made people think he was always contemplating some profound thought. But as the test wore on, those eyes seemed to grow larger, taking on a doe-like innocence, their rich brown hue fading into a more subdued wash of hazel. The sharp angles of his face softened, his jawline giving way to gentle curves, making him appear younger, more delicate.

The once fitted shirt seemed to hang differently on him. His previously flat and unassuming chest began to fill out the fabric in places it hadn't before. It was a shift from athletic to a form that one might describe as lithe, and just a touch curvaceous. His hair, which had been short and always matted down with gel, began to grow at an alarming rate. The thick waves turned into bouncy curls that framed his face.

His fingers that used  to move with mechanical precision when scribbling down math formulas were now daintier, with longer fingernails that had mysteriously been painted a bright shade of pink. His back, previously confident and slightly hunched from years over textbooks, now leaned back, with a more relaxed, almost languid quality. He shifted gently in the seat as the test waned from his attention. He felt his butt readjust strangely in the hard molded plastic of the chair, with a softness that almost sent a ripple of pleasure up his back.

Despite this barrage of odd feelings, he pressed ahead through the murk of this bizarre exam. Yet Daniel thought the problems were challenging before? Now, it seemed like they were written in a foreign language.

'Like, who even needs to know about this junk anyway, .' He thought aimlessly, as he adjusted his now ill fitting white button down shirt. He shivered as it rubbed against his sensitive chest, ‘Why did I wear this shirt, ugh, its like sooo itchy.’

His internal monologue had shifted from the strategic, always-ahead planning of a math prodigy to the breezy, here-and-now reflections of whatever it was he found himself becoming. Someone who found depth in the shimmer of a lip gloss and profoundness in choosing the right filter for an Instagram photo.

'Wait, what was I doing again? Oh, yeah, mathy stuff,' she giggled, jotting down an additional doodle in the side panels.

Daniel's thoughts began to drift. One moment, he was thinking about an equation, and the next, he was wondering if pastel nail colors would be in trend for the spring.In the midst of his daydream, a grand realization struck him.

'O-em-gee, maybe if math had, like, more sparkles and colors, I'd totally get it! Someone should do that. I'd so buy that book.'

The once pristine paper now featured doodles galore. Fluffy clouds, kitties with big eyes, and a very sparkly cartoonish unicorn with a series of floating, scribbled in hearts.

'Why do numbers have to be so, like, number-y? Like, couldn't they just, I don't know, be friendly. Like a little smiley guy or something?

As he stood, he felt the fabric of his shirt rub against his larger chest, a soft sigh escaping his lips. 'Oh-em-gee, ugh, my chest is killing me today. This shirt is so harsh!;

Daniel's thoughts had become a whirlwind of fleeting observations and cute distractions. The complexity of calculus was replaced by the intricate nuances of social dynamics. The numbers on the page started to blur, and in their place, thoughts of weekend plans, shopping lists, and the latest gossip took precedence. The grip on his pen changed from the determined hold of a mathematician to the dainty grasp of someone penning a diary entry.

'This test is sooooo boring...' Her trailing thoughts interrupted by the chime of a bell, and a new exhilaration shot through her. Finally!

Without even thinking about it, she finished signing her name with a heart and an extra long heart shaped swoop on the 'i.'

'Maybe I should ask that guy in the third row for some help later, he's cute. I wonder if he'll tutor me?' Dani giggled, a faint blush appearing on her face.

"Excuse me, Dani?" The professor's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Your test results are a bit concerning, perhaps you'd like some extra help?"

"But like, Prof, I didn't even hand it in yet!" She whined.

He glanced down at the colorful scribbles of doodles, with not an answer in sight, "Uh huh... Still, I think it'd be worth a quick chat."

Dani smiled at her professor, standing and smoothing out her skirt. "Okie dokie, that'd be great, professor."

Professor Reynolds smiled. "Well then, perhaps you could stop by my office after classes, we can set up a schedule."

Dani's cheeks flushed pink, her heart hammering in her chest. "Um, like, okay, I'll stop by later!"

The rest of the day seemed to go by in a blur, her mind racing with possibilities for weekend plans now that this dreaded test was out of the way. Just a quick check in with her professor and she'd be good to go!

As she walked through the halls, she found herself once again adjusting her tight pink bra against her sizeable breasts, finding it to be tighter than she remembered. And her shirt kept slowly draping down her shoulder, as if it were a size too large.

Not like she minded, with a giggle, as she always enjoyed the boys sneaking a peak down her blouse.

Dani made her way to the professor's office, her heels clicking loudly against the tile.

'Maybe I'll wear my purple skirt tomorrow,' Dani thought, adjusting her shirt as she knocked on the professor's door.

The door swung open, and Dani couldn't help but notice the faint smell of coffee and musk, and shook her head as it seemed to fill her thoughts with a strange thick haze.

The office was a small, compact space where time seemed to stand still. Tall mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, filled with hardbound tomes whose spines spoke of decades of academia.

In sharp contrast was Dani. She stood out like a splash of vibrant color in a monochrome photograph. Her sun-kissed blonde locks framed her face and cascaded down, catching the sun's rays and giving her an almost ethereal glow. Her posture was relaxed, hips slightly cocked to one side, embodying the youthful nonchalance of her new personality.

"So like, what'd you wanna talk about?" She squeaked, breaking the tension she hadn't realized was building.

The professor cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting with a pen. "I was just wondering how things are going? You seem to be struggling with the material, and I'm worried."

"Oh yeah, totes. Like, math is like, the hardest thing ever, she said, sitting down across from him. She crossed her arms, squeezing her cleavage up through her partially unbuttoned, oversized shirt.

He coughed and looked to the side. "You know, math is a lot easier than people give it credit for. Once you understand the basics, the rest starts to come easy."

Dani giggled, but not entirely sure why.

The desk in front of Professor Reynolds  was a landscape of scattered papers, a half-finished cup of coffee, and an old-fashioned desk lamp. When she leaned in to speak, he instinctively leaned back, as though creating a buffer. His glasses caught the light, obscuring his eyes momentarily, but it was clear from his body language - the slightly raised eyebrows, the tense set of his shoulders - that he was growing increasingly uncomfortable.

"Now Dani, while I appreciate your enthusiasm for my course, I'm concerned about your performance," The professor began, looking at her over the top of his glasses. "If this keeps up, you may not be able to pass."

Dani tilted her head, a look of genuine confusion on her face, "But professor, I've been studying hard!"

He shook his head, "Perhaps your studying alone isn't enough, you may need some extra help."

"Professor Reynolds," she began, leaning over the desk slightly, her fingers idly twirling a strand of her blonde hair. The movement inadvertently drew attention to her neckline, and her neon pink bra peaking over the edge of her shirt. "I was just thinking... maybe I could, like, do some extra work with you?"

He blinked rapidly, clearing his throat. "Dani, I believe the current coursework is adequate. Perhaps it would be wiser to just focus on your studies."

She pouted slightly, "But I've always found it easier when I can get my hands-on things. You know, really stroking out the problems."

He blinked rapidly again, cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson, "Well, I do believe that tactile learning is effective, but..."

Dani leaned in even closer, her eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm, oblivious to the professor's increasing discomfort, "Exactly! So, maybe we can find some alone time? I'm sure if you showed me  the big big brain of yours, I'd get it up... I mean, pick it up super quick."

He fiddled with his collar, trying to loosen his tie. "Dani, our academic interactions must remain... strictly professional."

"Oh, totally! I just thought... well, if I could come after hours, you could really go deep. I want you to know I can really take it.”

His mouth suddenly felt dry, as if he'd swallowed sand. "I think it's best if we stick to regular office hours."

Dani was growing frustrated, “Professor, I think its just just kinda, uh, ya know, like hard to focus on all those numbers... Maybe instead of those super boring tests we could do, maybe an oral exam? I promise I'm really good with my mouth. Talking, I mean! I can explain things super well!"

The professor's cheeks darkened another shade. "I... um..." The poor professor was now fumbling with his papers, trying to find a way out of the conversation. "I... um... well, of course, we want students to connect deeply with the material..."

"You get it! I sooo want to connect deeply," she continued, excitement lighting up her face.

It was now impossible for the professor to misinterpret her innocence as anything other than euphemisms. He stammered, "Dani, I believe our lines of communication are getting... crossed."

Finally, she noticed the professor's flustered demeanor, a flash of realization washing over her. "Oh-em-gee, Professor Reynolds! I totally didn't mean it like that!" she squealed, her face turning a dark shade of red. "I just wanted some extra help, not the other thing! Ew!"

Relief washed over his face. "Of course, Dani. We can schedule a regular tutoring session. During regular office hours of course."

Professor Reynolds could be so silly, boys only think with one thing, she thought. But as she leaned away, embarrassment still hot in her chest, a fleeting intrusive thought flicked across Dani's mind. It was subtle, and if she were a bit brighter she might have even thought someone planted it there. But unfortunately, self analysis was no longer one of Dani’s strong suits.

Sure, she could study, put in the work. But that would be sooo boring, and think of all the extra time she’d have to spend in this tight little office doing nothing but look at numbers. And, as her shirt once again lolled down her shoulder, she caught the professor’s glance snaking its way down her shirt. Wouldn't it be so much easier... no, better... if she didn't have to worry about math at all?

Besides, boys only think with one thing.

She stopped adjusting her shirt, tilted her head slightly, her gaze locked on his. "Or... What if, like, we could talk about my grades and all that... like, really closely… Like… Right now?"

The professor furrowed his brow,. "Dani, I’m not sure I follow."

Dani smiled, tracing the professors gaze as he kept flitting his eyes to her cleavage. "I mean, I so want to learn. And you're the teacher. So you gotta teach me.”

The professor felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a creeping uneasiness settling over him. There was something strange about the way she was looking at him, something different from before.

"Yes, I suppose you're right, Dani," he said slowly.

Dani's smile widened, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. "Well then, I guess we'd better get started."

"Started with what?" the professor asked, his voice suddenly sounding very small.

"With the lesson, silly," Dani giggled, her eyes never leaving his.

He took a deep breath, cheeks tinged red, "I... um... well, perhaps we can start with a few exercises, and then see where it goes."

Her eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with possibilities. She could barely contain her excitement as she bounced up and down in her seat, her ample breasts jiggling slightly. "O-em-gee, professor! This is going to be, like, totes perf!"

He stood up, taking off his glasses and wiping them nervously. "Alright then, why don't we begin with a simple problem?"

Dani looked up at him eagerly, "Sure thing, Prof! Show me everything."

His cheeks flushed pink, but he composed himself. He cleared his throat, and adjusted his collar. "Well, uh, alright. Let's start with the basics."

Dani shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up slightly. She leaned forward, her ample chest pressed against the table.

"Okay, so, let's say you have a hypotenuse, and a right angle. How do you figure out the length of the base?"

Dani tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Hmmm, I dunno. I guess I would trace my fingers down it real slow, get a good feel for it," she giggled, tracing her fingers along the Professor's leg.

He lept up, "Dani! That’s entirely inappropriate-"

"I know, I know. But, like, we're alone now, and, well, it's just sooo hard to focus. Why don't you, like, teach me a different kind of lesson?"

"I, um, I..." he mumbled, his face flushed.

Dani smiled, a twinkle in her eye. She reached up, and began unbuttoning her shirt. She took her time, enjoying the anticipation building in the professor. Once her shirt was completely open, she stood up, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

The professor could hardly contain himself. Her chest was full and round, her cleavage straining from her bra, begging to be touched. He swallowed hard, and tried to maintain his composure.

"Now Dani, we're going to have to have a talk about boundaries."

She nodded, walking closer, "Mmmhmmm."

"You’re going to put your clothes back on, and never do anything like this, ever again."

"O-kay," she purred, walking towards him, her hips swaying.

He backed away, until his back was against the wall. Dani closed the gap, pressing her body against his. She could feel his arousal, and it only fueled her desire.

She leaned in, her lips inches from his ear. "So, professor, what are you gonna teach me next?"

Without hesitation, the professor pulled her into a kiss, his hands roaming over her curves. They fell onto the sofa, their bodies intertwined. Dani moaned softly as the professor kissed her neck, his hands cupping her breasts.

"I should stop this," he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of her bra.

Dani giggled, "Like, obvi…."

She pushed him back, and straddled him. "But we both know you're not going to," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

He groaned, pulling her close. Dani reached behind her, and unclasped her bra, throwing it to the side.

The professor gasped, his eyes wide with desire, his hands cupping her bare breasts.

Dani leaned into his touch, her nipples hardening. She moaned, grinding against his growing erection.

"This is going to be our little secret, right?" he asked, his voice husky with need.

"Totally," she breathed, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

He slid his hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up. Dani's breath hitched as he reached her panties, the thin fabric damp with arousal. Dani moaned, arching her back as he rubbed her clit. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling.

"Professor, please," she begged, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Not yet," he whispered, his fingers stroking her aching clit.

Dani whimpered, her orgasm building. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

"You were talking to me about your oral exam abilities," He growled.

Dani nodded, her mind foggy with desire. "Yeah, I told you, like, I'm super good at it."

The professor smirked, his fingers curling inside her. "Then why don't you prove it, and put those skills to the test."

"Y-yes," she moaned, sinking to her knees.

Her fingers trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her heart racing. She slid his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free.

Dani licked her lips, her hand wrapping around his shaft. The professor moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. She stroked his cock slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

Dani took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. He thrust into her mouth, his grip tightening. She moaned, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him.

"So good," he grunted, his hips bucking.

Dani's eyes locked with his, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his cock. He groaned, his orgasm building. She pulled back, her tongue teasing the tip.

He groaned, she dove down deeply and felt it hit the back of her throat, his cock throbbing as he came.

She swallowed every drop, her lips still wrapped around his cock. He gasped, his body shuddering. She released him, her tongue lapping up the last drops of cum.

Dani fell back on her ass and giggled, "Like no fair, Prof! What about me?" She asked, rubbing her thighs together tightly.

"Get up and bend over the desk," he commanded, his eyes dark with desire.

Dani obeyed, her body quivering with anticipation. He gripped her hips. His fingers traced her slick folds through her now soaked panties, and she whimpered, her legs trembling.

The professor backed away slowly, exercising incredible restraint and sat back down, "You know, I think that's enough for today's tutoring session. I think you just bumped your grade up a level."

"Wh-what?" she asked, her body still craving his touch.

"You did really well, but I think you have a long way to go," he said, his eyes drinking in her naked body.

"But, but," Dani began, her mind racing.

"That will be all for today," he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Dani stood, her legs shaking. She gathered her clothes, and quickly got dressed.

"Next time we'll discuss more," He said, adjusting his tie, "Oh and Dani, I'm glad we were able to... talk."

Dani giggled, her heart racing. She felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach, and she couldn't wait for their next meeting. And as Dani walked out of the office, her head filled with images of her and the professor, she spotted the nervous girl from class earlier, shooting what could only be described as a knowing smirk her way.

Dani waved cheerfully, and the girl only shot back a wink.

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Based on my sequence of the same name