You were finally removed from your stepmother's bosom to face an absolutely stunning young teacher. She had curly brown hair, stunning blue eyes, and stood tall and skinny in tight black pants and a cardigan that covered up what seemed like a pretty decent chest. She adjusted her glasses as she took you and your step-mom in.
"Hi, I'm Ms. Evans. Is Michael here?"
Before your stepmom could reply, Ms. Evans leaned in close and began to baby talk you.
"And who's this cute lil guy? You look so adorable I could just eat you up."
You flushed with embarrassment and your stepmom giggled.
"Actually, this is Michael," said your stepmom, "Though he goes by Mikey."
"No, Michael is fine," you cut in.
Ms. Evans' eyes widened and she stepped back.
"You're Michael? But you're just... You look no older than my own child, and he's barely one!"
You tried not to get frustrated at Ms. Evans response, despite it being more than a little insulting. It was a common reaction, unfortunately, and one you would probably have to get used to at school.
"Yes, you can see why I'm a little worried about sending him to actual school for the first time," your stepmom said, looking worried.
"I'll be fine-"
"He's just so small," your stepmom continued, cutting you off, "And though he tries his best, it's hard for him to be with the big kids, you know?"
You fumed as the two women acted almost like you were an actual baby who couldn't understand what they were saying.
"I'll make sure to take very good care of him," Ms. Evans replied, "I promise to treat him like my own child."
"Thank you. Alright Mikey, off you go."
Your stepmom planted a big kiss on your forehead and promptly handed you over to Ms. Evans, who smiled down at you with what looked annoyingly like a mixture of pity and maternal love. You did not like how this day was starting, and you weren't even at school yet.
Ms. Evans walked down with you to her car.
"Luckily I've got the car seat for my own son David installed still. You should have a playdate sometime," Ms. Evans said, as if you weren't 16 and on your way to high school.
You thought about protesting but realized in technicality the only safe way Ms. Evans could take you to the school was in a car seat. Your stepmom never let you in the car without one. Still, you couldn't help but blush with shame as this beautiful young teacher strapped you securely into a car seat, her manicured hands brushing your crotch as she grabbed the harness and her chest hanging over you. As she slid into the driver's seat, Ms. Evans pulled off her cardigan, revealing a professional but low-cut blouse practically bursting from her breasts. She smiled at you in the rearview mirror.
"Ready for school, Mikey?" She said, annoyingly using the baby name your stepmom used.
"Yes ma'am," you replied in your deepest, calmest voice.
This only made Miss Evans giggle as she started up the car and took you to the school.
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