A Lesson in Twinning [Man to Indian Woman TG]

Commissioned Anonymously

My sexy Indian professor decides I need a special lesson after class, transforming me into her twin to have some fun with her assistant. 

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The classroom was filled with the usual scratch of pencils scribbling notes, students shifting in their seats, and textbook pages turning. It was the quiet hum of learning that usually had me laser-focused; but today my attention was nowhere near my notebook. It was the same every Wednesday block; focus was impossible. Not because the lecture wasn't interesting; I am sure it was. It was just that the person giving it was so distracting. 

Professor Jiya Kumar, the most gorgeous professor to ever set foot on campus. She single-handedly made Sociology one of the most popular classes at this university. She was the only reason most people were even in this room right now. When I’d first laid eyes on her on sign up day I’d put my name down without even knowing what she taught. 

She stood at the front of the room, her dark brown eyes scanning the notes in front of her as she spoke with that smooth, confident voice. She had a way of making even the most mundane sociological theories sound interesting, but today I could barely pay attention to a word she said. My mind was preoccupied with how stunning she looked: how her soft black hair fell just below her shoulders, her full, dark lips coated in deep purple brown lipstick, and her professional yet somehow utterly sexual outfit. 

Professor Kumar had a way of making a simple pencil skirt, heels, stockings and blouse look downright indecent. Probably because her busty was so huge, the buttons of her blouse couldn’t help but strain to contain them. She only had the smallest amount of cleavage showing but somehow that made it all the more tantalising. The buttons of her shirt were constantly struggling not to pop off, and I always found my eyes wandering to them, hoping they would give up at any moment. 

It wasn't just her body either but, the way she used it. Her soft, delicate voice, the strong way she held herself. Jiya Kumar wasn't just sexy, she was sophisticated. Even the way her elegant hands gestured as she explained the difference between qualitative and quantitative research was attractive. 

All in all, Professor Kumar was intelligent, articulate, and absolutely beautiful; the whole package. I never thought I’d be the type of person to take a class just because I liked the professor, but here I was. But there I was, sitting in the second row, pretending to take notes and trying to make sense of her words. If I did well enough in this class, I could qualify to be one of her teaching assistants; it was one of the most coveted positions for senior years, only given to the students who got top marks in Sociology 101 and 102. 

One of the lucky winners was currently sitting at the side of the class, grading out quizzes from last week. He was a tall, pale man with green eyes and blonde hair that framed his face perfectly. He looked like he belonged on a runway, not in the corner of a classroom. The girls in the row in front of me were constantly making googly eyes at him; God, is that what I looked like watching Professor Kumar? I hoped not. 

I tried to shake myself out of my daze, forcing my eyes to look down at my notebook, but every time I did, I could feel her presence at the front of the room like a magnetic force pulling my attention back to her. She’d walk across the stage and her legs and hips would hypnotise my eyes as they swayed from side to side. 

“Remember,” she said, her voice smooth and soothing, “when we discuss the impact of cultural norms on societal structures, we’re looking at how behaviors that seem ordinary to us might actually be based on unspoken expectations that have been built over generations. What we see as taboo may simply be an outdated belief still ingrained in us by the society around us.”

I nodded along, pretending to understand, but my eyes kept wandering back to her chest. If I concentrated, I could see the slight jiggle caused by her heart beating beneath her chest.It was maddening. I looked down at my notepad and winced. My notes were barely legible at this point, just a jumbled mess of scribbles, half-thoughts and a doddle that looked suspiciously like Professor Kumar’s chest, which I quickly scribbled out.

I really needed to get a grip. This wasn’t high school; I couldn’t just stare at her like I used to do with hot teachers back then. I was in university, for crying out loud, and I needed to focus. But every time she moved or spoke, I felt my heart beat a little faster, like some nervous teenager trying to hold it together. 

She paused for a moment, looking up at the class, her eyes scanning the room. I snapped my gaze back to my notebook just in time to avoid getting caught staring. My palms were sweating now, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts that had nothing to do with the lecture. All I could think about was that struggling top button. Surely it was going to give in any second now and go bouncing across the room, allowing her bust to fully spill out. Her skin was so dark and smooth, I could only imagine how supple and soft her breasts would be…

Her gaze lingered on us as a group for a moment before she continued.  

“And in a society like ours, those norms can sometimes create invisible barriers that limit opportunities. We need to be mindful that we don’t let opportunities for happiness slip us by simply because society might frown on our actions.” 

Her voice was so melodious. Like music, sensual and soft, yet so full of commanding energy. How did she manage it? 

“Does anyone have any questions?” she asked, her eyes sweeping across the room again.

I raised my hand instinctively, my heart racing as I prepared myself to actually say something. Anything. I had no idea what the question was going to be yet, but in that moment, I knew I needed her to notice me. She looked my way, and I felt my throat tighten. 

“Yes?”

I swallowed hard, cleared my throat, and spoke.

 “Um… Professor Kumar, could you…”

My mouth had gone dry; in that moment, everything I’d ever learned about sociology had gone out the window. 

“Could I…what?” She asked, cocking her head to the side so that her long, dark hair spilled over her shoulder.

It looked like dark silk, beautiful and soft. My mind instantly fantasised about how it would feel to run my fingers through it. 

“Um…”

“Perhaps form your question and then come ask me at the conclusion of the class.” She smiled kindly, and I sunk back into my seat, face burning as the people around me snickered. I stayed sunken in my seat as the class finished up and everybody filed out for lunch. 

“Don't forget to hand your essays to Stephen as you leave.” Professor Kumar called, indicating to the blonde, pretty boy currently stacking papers. 

I waited until everybody else had left before I stood up. Professor Kumar was seated at her desk now, almost like she was waiting for me. I met Stephen’s eye as I passed and he smirked before giving the professor a nod and leaving, closing the door behind him. She leaned over, hands on her chin and smiled as I approached.

“Have you figured out your question?”

“Uh…no. Sorry.”

“Then why are you here wasting my time?”

“Um, I…I…”

Professor Kumar sighed and held up the class roster, reading through it and glancing up at me before placing it down and lowering her glasses down to the tip of her nose.

“It’s Devin, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Devin, I can’t have you wasting precious class time like that.”

“I know. Sorry, professor.”

“And I can't have you wasting your own time and education oggling me when you’re supposed to be learning.”

If a hole in the ground had opened beneath my feet right at that moment, I would have gladly let the Earth swallow me up. 

“You noticed?” I squeaked.

“Hard not to.” She shrugged, “Good on you for not even bothering to deny it, though.”

I looked at my feet; my face couldn't get any redder. This was it; she was going to kick me out of her class and report me to the university disciplinary committee. In a few days the rumours would start spreading and by the end of the week the whole campus would know nme as the perv who got kicked out of a major because he couldn’t stop staring at his professors’ tits. 

“I think you need to get things out of your system.” 

“Huh?”

That’s not what I was expecting.

“What do you mean, Professor Kumar?”

“Jiya, please.” She smiled, slowly standing. “I think we should be on a first name basis for this.”

She began to fiddle with the topmost button of her blouse, the one that had been so captivating. She pressed and twisted it, and more than once, it threatened to slip back through the hole and open her shirt further. My eyes laser focused on it without even realising it, and she laughed; the movement made her breasts jiggle, and I had to fight to stop myself getting hard. 

Slowly, she walked around the desk, heels clicking on the floor as she removed her glasses entirely, allowing me to see her dazzling dark eyes. They were a rich shade of brown, almost black that made them look like windows into her soul. Mysterious and beautiful. I wanted to know that soul so badly, almost as badly as I wanted to know her body. She stopped a few inches away from me, and I held my breath. 

“If you’re so obsessed with my body, I think you should experience it.” She whispered, and a shiver ran down my spine. 

I’d dreamed of this of course, of my sexy professor letting me fuck her against her desk but I never dreamed it would happen. I leaned forward, ready to finally feel those soft lips against mine, only to be met with a finger as she held it up between us.

“Ah ah ah,” She scolded. “That’s not what I had in mind.”

“It isn’t?”

My delight suddenly turned to cold dread; had I misread this situation entirely? Of fuck, I’d just tried to kiss her! If I wasn't being sent to the disciplinary committee before I sure and shit was now. 

Jiya threw back her head and laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Oh, Devin, you’re such a shaky little lamb. Don’t look so worried.” 

“What are we going to do?” I asked finally.

“You’re not going to sleep with me if that’s what you were thinking.” She said with a wry smile. “You’re going to get to sleep with somebody as me.”

“What?”

I barely got the word out before she moved her hand up and poked me straight in the forehead. It was a light tap, yet it seemed to have a strange amount of force behind it, and I stumbled backwards. The rubber of my sneakers squeaked against the hardwood floor, but the final step that balanced me sounded different. It wasn't the squeak of rubber against wood, it was the hard click of metal or plastic. 

Confused, I looked down and saw a pair of heels fit snuggly around my now small feet. Perfect copies of the shiny pair Jiya was wearing. My mouth opened and closed a few times in shock, and when they came together for the second time, I realised they felt different, too. I lifted a hand to them and felt softness but also something sticky. I pressed the pad on my finger against it and pulled back to see a deep shade of plum, the same lipstick Id been admiring on the professor during the lecture. 

“Huh? What’s happening to me?”

“You’re becoming me,” Jiay smiled. “Or at least, a copy.”

My jaw dropped again as my hands changed before my very eyes; my fingers stretched, my nails turned shiny with a layer of purple paint, and my skin began to darken. The pale, milky white was replaced with a rich, beautiful dark olive tone. I wouldn't believe it if I wasn’t experiencing it; I was becoming a perfect copy of Jiya. 

The real Jiya sat herself on the edge of her desk, kicking her legs back and forth as she watched me change with fascination.  My hips stretched out and my ass inflated with it, pressing against my pants for a moment before they too morphed into the same tight pencil skirt. I felt something soft, like a second skin, as the stockings spread over my legs. I sucked in a surprised breath as my underwear disappeared entirely. My cock and balls were squashed against the inner lining of the stockings for a moment before they too disappeared, melting back into my body. The skin between my legs shifted, and I felt it part, forming something wet and sensitive. My very own pussy. 

“Oh…that’s…”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Oh fuck…”

My chest was tingling now; my simple shirt had already transformed into the white blouse Jiya was wearing, but so far, I had nothing to fill it with. I kept waiting for a bra to form, but it never did, and I met Jiya’s eyes. They were twinkling with mischief, and I felt myself flush at the realisation that she was totally commando: no panties, no bra. 

“How do your breasts stay so perky without a bra?” I asked with a groan as the skin on my chest started to tingle.

“You’ll see…”

My nipples felt like they had pins and needles as they started to grow. With each breath I took, I felt my chest expanding, almost like the air was blowing my tits up like baloons. They couldn’t be balloons, though, because even before they were halfway grown, I could feel their weight. Round, then teardrop-shaped as they rested against my chest. Still firm with youth, but large and ready to be played with. 

I watched as my shirt got tighter and tighter, till finally the top button couldn't take the strain and popped right off, just like I’d always imagined. The sight made my whole body shudder with desire. 

Weight appeared at my head, as my dirty brown hair turned jet black and began to cascade down my shoulders. The locks rested against the front, juxtaposed against the white blouse, and finally, my whole body shivered. I was complete. 

I held up a hand in wonder, stretching it out to admire my soft skin and light build. Jiya copied the gesture, and we moved in tandem; it was like staring into a mirror. Even standing here, feeling my centre of gravity lower and my new curves bounce, I still couldn't quite believe this had actually happened. 

“Take your time; I know it's a little disorienting…” Jiya giggled.

I twisted and turned on the spot, wobbling a little in the heels as I took my first few steps. My hips had a natural sway to them that made my butt jiggle as I walked, the tight pencil skirt kept most of it at bay, but I could still feel the movement. My shoulders copied the sway, making my breasts move from side to side as well; even the tight blouse couldn't keep all the jiggle at bay, though. 

“This is so…how did you do this?”

“Oh, a little dazzle,” Jiya said mysteriously, flicking her fingers and making tiny stars shoot from her fingers. “Never you mind, now, why don't we have some fun in these twin bodies. Maybe then you can stop fantasising in my class and focus.”

Sociology was the last thing on my mind now. I was too busy sitting down behind Jiya’s desk and leaning forward so my breasts crushed against the wood. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined what it would feel like if I really was Jiya and this classroom was full of students. Would I feel their eyes on me, daydreaming about my body? The idea made heat burn between my legs, and I shuddered.

Getting turned on as a woman felt so different to what I was used to. It was subtler, heat and wetness building and making my folds all the more sensitive. They pressed together thanks to my tight skirt and I felt them rubbing with each step I took back toward the professor. I was about to ask what she had in mind when the door opened and in walked the blonde, handsome teaching assistant.

“Ah, Stephen, just who I wanted to see!” Jiya beamed. “Meet my twin Jeera; she’s come for a visit.”

I didn’t correct her, I wanted to know where this was going. Stephen put down the stack of papers he was carrying and grinned, holding out his hand to me.

“Nice to meet you. Wow, you really are identical.”

“You have no idea.” I giggled, taking his hand and enjoying how smooth my new voice felt rolling off my tongue. 

Jiya slowly walked around Stephen so that he was between us and leaned against his back, her fingers curling over his shoulders in an undeniably intimate way. Stephen shivered but smiled knowingly. I felt a spike of jealousy; that was the look of a man who’d already slept with Jiya more than once. I knew being her TA was a dream job but I’d never imagined it came with that particular perk. 

“See, we also have a little problem.” Jiya continued. “My new twin here is a virgin, in a way, and she’s far too nervous to have a first time alone. Do you think you could help us out?”

Is Stephen was confused by the term ‘new twin’, he didn't show it. Instead, he just looked me up and down before nodding. 

“It would be my pleasure.” He rummbled. 

For a moment, I was a deer in the headlights. Jiya wanted to have a threesome? Right here and now? A threesome with Jiya would be a dream come true but I’d always imagiend myself in Stephen’s place, with Jiya and some hot friend. I couldn’t deny my arousal though, or my curisosity. I looked down at my new body with anticipation: I would finally get to see what she looked like naked, and experience everything she would feel. That was well worth sleeping with another man. 

“Come on, Jeera, strip for us.” Jiya ordered.

I blushed; they were both staring at me so intently my fingers started to shake. I moved to stand in front of the desk, my back to Stephen, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my new breasts. It was the first time I’d ever seen them, I never expected to, let alone from this angle. I took a moment to admire them, hefting them under my palms to feel the weight and then dropping them to feel them strain. They were so heavy, yet perky. I couldn't wait to see what Stephen could do with them. 

I turned to face him, my breasts now fully exposed, and watched as he admired them. Jiya smiled seductively and leaned back against the desk.

“Now, why don't you undress Stephen, so we can have some fun.”

I expected my fingers to tremble; I wasn't exactly a confident lover at the best of times, and I’d never been with another man. But in this body, with Jiya instructing me, I felt a surge of confidence. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and then slowly began to unbutton it. As I exposed his muscular torso, Jiya stood and joined us, her hands reaching for Stephen's belt. 

Stephen's breath quickened as Jiya's hands moved to his zipper, slowly lowering it, revealing the bulge in his boxers.I smiled, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my fingertips. 

“Now, give him a little kiss, Jeera.”

I bit my lip, tasting the lipstick against my tongue before surging forward. Kissing a man was odd; I could feel the scratch of his stubble against my sensitive lips, and his tongue pressed against mine, fighting for dominance and taking it almost immediately. I heard the sound of a belt buckle falling to the ground and felt Stephen’s pants around our feet. 

“Now, on your knees,” Jiya whispered, pressing her body against my back, trapping me between them. I felt my heart stutter; I hadn't considered…that. I was hot, horny and not about to give up this experience nay time soon though and sunk to the floor before Stephen. 

My eyes were level with his throbbing erection, which strained against his boxers. I looked up at him, my dark eyes meeting his blue ones, and slowly pulled down his underwear, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang forward, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Oh fuck," Stephen breathed, his hands clutching my shoulders as I took his length in my hands, stroking him gently. "This is... incredible."

Jiya stepped back and watched me slowly stroke up and down Stephen’s cock, I looked over my shoulder and she gave me an approving nod. Her approval meant everything; it even made me a bit daring. I leaned forward and licked the tip of Stephen’s cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

“That’s a good girl.” Jiya praised, stroking her hands over my hair, “Show him a good time and you’ll get one in return.”

That was all the motivation I needed. I opened my mouth and took him in. Stephen moaned, his hands tightening in my hair as I deep-throated him, my lips sliding down his shaft. I could hear Jiya's soft gasps as she watched, her hands roaming over her own body, her fingers teasing her nipples through the fabric of her blouse as she watched us. Then, I felt her hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me away while Stephen shuddered. 

“Let’s take it easy. Jeera’s never done this before.” Jiya teased. “Why don't you touch yourself for a bit? Let her explore her own body for us.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire, and began stroking his cock, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm. I sat back on my heels, my own hands roaming over my body, caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Slowly, I removed the blouse entirely, then my stockings, leaving only the skirt, and Jiya and Stephen began to intertwine. 

Stephen's hand left his cock and he reached for her, his hands cupping her breasts through the fabric of her blouse, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Jiya sighed, her head tilting back, her long hair cascading down her back.

I watched as Stephen's hands moved to the buttons of Jiya's blouse, his fingers deftly undoing them so that we were all in a similar state of undress. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her cleavage, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

Jiya moaned, her hands moving to the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and over her hips, revealing her bare pussy, glistening with arousal. 

"Take me, Stephen," she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. "Show me how much you want me. And Jeera, I want you to touch yourself while you watch, no cumming though, understand?”

I could only nod helplessly as Stephen's hands moved to Jiya’s hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt, and he pulled her close, his hard cock pressing against her wetness. I watched, my own arousal building as my fingers slowly slipped inside my own folds. 

Jiya guided Stephen onto the desk, where he sat legs spread, ready for her to mount him. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto his length, taking him deep inside her.

“Oh fuck…” Stephen groaned. 

I couldn't stand it, I moved closer, finger swirling around my clit while the pressing my breasts to Jiya’s back. I started to caress her breasts and tease her nipples as she rode Stephen's cock. Her moans filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and encouragement for her lover.

Stephen's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness. I could see the muscles in his back and arms straining as he fucked her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You like that, don't you, Professor?" he grunted. 

I pressed my mound against Jiya’s ass, moaning and feeling my passage contract around open air. A new desire, one to be stretched and filled, washed over me. 

“I think she wants you, too.” Jiya teased as she slowed her movements. “But first, she has to earn your cock.”

Jiya dismounted Stephen but kept her back to me, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin. 

“Pleasure me.”

Without any hesitation, I moved behind Jiya, my hands sliding up her thighs, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. I reached her wetness, my fingers dipping into her slick folds, and found her clit, swollen and throbbing. Jiya gasped, her hips bucking as I teased her clit.

"Oh God, yes," she panted, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.

I smiled, my fingers working her clit in a steady rhythm, bringing her closer to the edge. My own clit throbbed and Stephen watched us with hungry eyes. 

“You like that, don't you?” I whispered, leaning in close enough that only Jiya could hear. “Being fucked by yourself.”

I increased the pressure on her clit, my fingers moving faster, and Jiya's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she came, her juices flowing over my hand.

"Yes, yes, YES!" she cried out and my own pussy clenched in response, a mini orgasm making me shiver and hunger for more. 

“Well done, A for effort and technique.” She said breathlessly. “You’ve earned your reward, Stephen, fuck her.”

He didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, Stephen spun me around, his hands on my hips, and lifted me onto the desk, my legs spread wide. I felt his cock, still slick with cum, pressing against my entrance, and I moaned, too horny to even care about being fucked by a man. 

“Oh fuck, oh yes, please.”

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my wetness. Jiya climbed up onto the desk and pressed her front to my back. I could feel her hands on my breasts, her fingers teasing my nipples as my breath came in short gasps. 

“She’s getting close, Stephen, give her everything you’ve got.”

Stephen grunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me, his cock slamming against my G-spot with each powerful thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, as Jiya's fingers worked my nipples, her breath hot on my neck.

With a final, powerful thrust, Stephen buried himself deep inside me, his cock throbbing as he came, his hot cum filling me, mixing with Jiya's juices. I cried out, my body convulsing around his cock as I climaxed, my pussy squeezing tightly as if it never wanted to let him go. 

I collapsed back into Jiya’s arms, letting her hold me almost lovingly as I came down from the high. That was the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced, and I’d done it in the body of my hot teacher. 

The sound of the lunch bell rang and Stephen chuckled.

“We’d better get dressed, or we’ll all be in front of the disciplinary committee.”

Jiya laughed.

“Don’t worry, I have them wrapped around my little finger.”

“Of course you do.” I said breathlessly. 

I waited until Stephen had wandered far enough away to redress before turning to Jiya and whispering.

“How long does this last?”

“Just for the hour; you’ll change back in a few minutes.”

“Oh…”

My disappointment was palpable, but Jiya just grinned and patted me on the shoulder.

“Tell you what, get an A on my next essay and maybe I could organise a little…reward?”

My face split into a smile. Now, that was motivation to study.