Chapter 22: Jade

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

I sat in my car in the campus parking lot for two hours on a Tuesday afternoon, trying to get myself ready to do what needed to be done. The biology building would be closing in an hour or so. My phone chirped at me, telling me I had a text message. It was from Velma. I didn’t read it. I couldn’t have any distractions.

Only six days remained until school started, and with every passing day, my anxiety worsened. I couldn’t go to school because I was afraid of my professors or not being able to trust the administration. I needed to handle this. Once and for all. I had to make a statement.

Rain pattered steadily on my windshield. The moisture wouldn’t matter too much, but I had applied more makeup than I would typically wear. I didn’t want to look like a mess. I needed to look good. Hence my short, extra-thick skirt and my crop top. I wanted to look like a delicious little meal for the greedy Professor Dubois.

I looked at my face, meeting my own gaze in the mirror. “You can do this.”

The last thing I needed to do was create my escape. I texted Fanny.

Me: Hey I am running into meet with one of my professors real quick. Should only take two or three minutes. Be right there.

I exited my car and hurried across the parking lot, head bent down to avoid the rain splashing on my face. I was barely wet at all when I reached the doors. The familiar smell of the biology building hit me, and I briefly considered abandoning everything and running back to my car. But that was just another reason to go through with this. I would always associate this building and its smell with him and what I’d done unless I acted now.

I marched down the hall and went straight to Dubois’s office. Before knocking, I took a deep breath and steeled myself. A part of me hoped nobody would answer, but I heard his familiar voice say, “Come in.”

My sweaty palms slipped off the doorknob before I wiped them on my skirt and tried again. This time, the door opened. Professor Dubois wore a grey dress shirt, tan slacks, and no tie. He stared at his computer screen with a serene smile until he glanced at the door to see me enter his office.

He leaned back and said, “Ah, Miss Seymour. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“I need to speak to you.” I added a healthy measure of desperation to my voice. “Please. I have to apologize to you.”

“I am under strict instructions not to speak to you.”

“I promise it will be brief!” I hurried into the chair opposite his and began rambling as fast as I could speak. “The truth is, Professor Dubois, I panicked after leaving your office last time. Everything that happened between us ... I wanted it to happen. I had been performing poorly in your class on purpose. I wanted extra attention from you. My therapist says this was a bad idea and I didn’t think clearly. I just—I needed your attention. I’d fantasized about you all semester and couldn’t take it anymore. I hope you’ll forgive me for my behavior.”

“You did all that just for my attention?” he asked. He ran his hands through his graying hair and straightened his glasses. “Why didn’t you just come talk to me?”

“I didn’t think you noticed me. And I hoped if my grades started to slip, you would invite me to your office to discuss any problems.”

“I have too many students to do that. You should have just come directly to me. And, of course, I noticed you. You’re not exactly ugly, Miss Seymour.”

I pretended to be flattered by his compliment. Professor Dubois wasn’t exactly ugly, either. He wore a silver goatee to make his face look stronger, but he was in good shape for a man in his late forties. The problem was he knew all this. And he clearly had experience using his looks and position to seduce college students. If I didn’t do something, the behavior wouldn’t stop with me.

“I feel so stupid. I fucked up everything, and all I wanted was for you to notice me. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Again. And I won’t be a problem for you anymore.

I stood up to leave, but Professor Dubois raised a hand. “I notice you now, Miss Seymour. Does that mean anything to you?”

I paused at the door, my heart hammering in my chest. “Yes.”

He extended a hand back to the chair. “Please. Sit back down.”

I did what he asked with notable hesitancy. His eyes were on my short skirt as I sat down, and then they traveled up to my crop top. “What else did you want when you came here today? Surely not just to apologize.”

“I—I don’t know.”

Professor Dubois almost turned stern, and his energy quickly transformed from passive to assertive. “Yes, you do. I think you knew exactly what you wanted when you came to my office.”

“I—I didn’t.” It wasn’t hard to pretend to be ashamed. Blood rushed to my face and neck quite easily. “I just—”

“Do you want me, Miss Seymour?” he asked bluntly. “I can’t help you with your grades. You won’t take any more classes from me until your junior year.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “So?”

I nodded shyly.

“Good. Why don’t we see how this goes? If things are still status quo when you take my next course, you’ll get a guaranteed A from me. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

I fiddled with my skirt and crop top, squirming a bit. “I want...”

Professor Dubois leaned forward across his desk, a hungry gleam in his eye. “Just say the words.” He licked his lips after repeating the phrase.

I slid my chair back a few inches from his desk, looked him in the eyes, and parted my legs about four inches. That was all the invitation Professor Dubois needed. He got up from his chair and came around his desk. As he did so, he fumbled with his belt and pants. By the time he reached me, his cock was already jutting out at me.

It wasn’t a horrible penis, either. He had quite a nice one. A little smaller than mine, but thick with a trimmed bush. That’s when I pulled out the pepper spray and doused him in the face.

Professor Dubois screamed and clawed at his eyes. I sprang up from my seat and threw myself at the wall, slamming the left side of my face into it as hard as I could, twice. Pain exploded in my cheek. I grabbed the biggest book from his shelf and smacked it across his face, then punched the professor in the gut with both fists. He doubled over, moaning and wheezing. Slightly dazed from the damage I’d inflicted upon myself, I still managed to push him over the desk and wrenched his pants down, then I shoved my cock against his butthole with one hand while gripping his hair tightly with my other.

“Feel that, asshole?” I said through gritted teeth.

“What the fuck, bitch!” he rasped.

“Touch any student again, and I’m going to rape your fucking ass with my cock.”

He was hurt and in pain but not weak. He shoved me back, and I stumbled to the floor, legs sprawled. Professor Dubois saw my cock as plain as day.

“What the fuck are you?” he shouted as he stumbled to the door, flung it open, and fell into the hallway.

Tears streamed down my eyes from the pepper spray still in the air, and a stream of snot ran from my nose.

“Help!” Dubois screamed in the hallway. “Help!”

I quickly made my cock vanish as I sprawled out onto the floor and waited. It didn’t take long before other university staff showed up to survey the scene. University police arrived less than ten minutes later.

Professor Dubois was still yelling. “She tried to rape me! She tried to stick her dick in my asshole! She’s a transwoman!”

One of the officers knelt next to me. He wasn’t a particularly large or tall man, but he had an adorable blond mustache. “Are you okay?”

I blinked at him stupidly. “Huh?”

“I said are you okay? Can you tell me your name?”

“Jade. Seymour.”

“Like the actress?”

“Not Jane. Jade.”

He wrote that down in a little notebook. “Are you a student here?”

I nodded.

“Can you stand up? Or get to a sitting position?”

I nodded again. His arms encircled my back as he helped me until I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. “Did someone attack you?”

I nodded a third time. Then, I pointed a shaky finger at my former professor. He immediately launched into protests.

“She’s a liar! I didn’t do anything. She attacked me. She has a penis. She tried to rape my ass!”

The officer near me addressed another officer who I couldn’t see. “Take him to another room and get his statement. Don’t let him go until we’re done here.”

Still protesting, Professor Dubois was led out of the room by the other cop.

The blond-mustached man now knelt next to me. “Can you tell me what happened?”

I nodded weakly. “I came to see him. To confront him. Tell him I wasn’t afraid. He got angry and threatened me. He pulled his ... penis out. I sprayed him in the face, and he hit me. I hit him back, punched him in the stomach, and he shoved me down and tried to rape me.”

“What happened next?”

“He ran out of the room screaming. I was so scared. I might have blacked out for a second. I’m not sure.”

“Okay, Miss Seymour. You hang tight here. We’re going to get you some help. I’m not going anywhere, but I may step out of the room into the hallway.”

The two officers were discussing something in the hallway. I caught a hint of the phrases “forced herself on him” and “transexual.”

But then I also heard the blond mustache officer reply, “If she’s a dude, I’ll eat my gun.”

I had to suppress a smile for two reasons: first, I didn’t want to appear suspicious. Second, my face throbbed like crazy from the impact with the wall. Eventually, the officer with the blond mustache came back into my room.

“Miss Seymour, we have to take you to the station. We have conflicting statements from you and Mr. Dubois, and we need to clear this up. Is there anybody you’d like us to call to tell them where you’ll be?”

“Am I under arrest?” I asked in a slightly panicked tone.

“No, ma’am. Nobody is getting charged at this time. But we need to clear this up, and we think it’d be easier to do that at the university station. We would like you to ride with us if you don’t mind. No handcuffs.”

“Fanny,” I said.

“Excuse me?”

“Fanny. She was expecting me. If you could call her and let her know I won’t be able to make it?”

“Okay. We can do that.”

I slowly got to my feet, swaying. In the mirror behind Professor Dubois’s desk, I saw myself as the officer saw me: bruised left face, swollen eyes, knee-length skirt, and a modest top. Nothing sexual about my appearance at all. I had altered my shirt and top to make them look shorter and sexier when I’d come into the office, but by undoing a couple of simple buttons while I was fiddling nervously with my clothes, I transformed my mini into a skirt that went below my knees and a shirt extending to my hips. All it had taken was a bit of folded cloth and two concealed buttons.

We made our way to one of two police cars. The officers were careful not to let me near Dubois or even to let me see him. The car was parked right outside the building. The cop opened the door for me and helped me into it. He was quiet on our drive to the station, which was short. A female cop waited outside for us. She opened the door for me as soon as the car stopped.

“Miss Seymour,” she said. “Hi. I’m Officer Patinkin. I will be with you every step of the way until we resolve this matter.”

She was a woman of about thirty and pretty, solidly built, with dark brown hair, olive skin, and a thin face. I went with her inside the station and was soon in an office with all the blinds closed.

“I know you have already given some details to my colleague, Officer Draper, but I want to go over everything with you again. Just to make sure we have all the facts straight. It’s important I have a clear understanding of all the events. Are you okay going over this with me again?”

“Yes. I’m okay. He didn’t rape me. He didn’t put anything in me. We don’t need a rape kit or anything, right?”

Officer Patinkin gave me a long look. “Probably not. But we do need photos of your face. Someone will be coming in shortly to do that. In the meantime, let’s go over everything again.”

Now that I had a woman listening, I gave the entire story. About the grades, the offer he made me, the report to the dean, Dr. Perez’s inaction, and then her confrontation with false statements from nearly all of my professors. My tale ended with my decision to confront Dubois. Reciting it all was exhausting. I had to stop halfway through my story for photos and swabbing my face for chemical and DNA samples.

Once I finished speaking, Officer Patinkin asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I requested water. She left to get me a bottle. When she returned, she looked angry.

“What?” I asked warily.

“I hate to do this,” the cop said, “but Professor Dubois is insisting you attempted to rape him by penetrating his anus. He says you’re a transwoman. I know it’s absurd, but he’s saying he wants to press charges against you for assault. As one of the few female officers on duty, I have to check.”

I stood and lifted my arms awkwardly. “Okay. What do I do?”

“I need you to disrobe, actually,” she said. “I can’t just feel you up.”

I removed my shirt and bra, then slipped my skirt off my hips. “Is that enough?”

Officer Patinkin was absolutely a lesbian. I could quickly tell from the way she looked at my body with both interest and discomfort. “I’m so sorry, but you’ll need to strip down all the way.”

I pulled my panties off. Officer Patinkin nodded immediately. “Thank you. I’m so sorry for humiliating you like this. I’ll let them know right away while you dress.”

I was at the police station for a long time. They called my work to let them know I might not be in that evening. My phone blew up with texts from Fanny, Hannah, Velma, Opal, my parents, and Marjorie. Word got around fast.

I gave my full statement again and signed some papers. While still at the station, I got a phone call from the president of my university apologizing, promising a full investigation into both Dubois and Perez and offering to meet with me first thing in the morning. He asked me to avoid talking to the press or anybody else about what had happened until he could meet with me first. He also promised that a student advocate lawyer would represent me at no cost.

My parents called me when I didn’t respond to their texts. They were about to drive up from home, but I told them not to. I planned to go to work after I was released. My mom thought that was a ludicrous idea, but I insisted I needed to get back to my schedule and I could work just fine. She promised she and my dad would check in on me first thing in the morning.

I was free to go around 6 p.m. Officer Patinkin drove me to my car at the biology building and gave me her card, telling me to call her if I needed anything or remembered any other details I might have left out. I drove straight to work. Marjorie was at the main desk talking to Velma, Fanny, and, to my surprise, Opal.

My sister reached me first, wrapping her arms around me and crying into my shoulder. That almost broke me, but I didn’t want to cry over this. Then Fanny hugged me so tightly I thought I was going to pop. Velma looked on with a blank face.