All girls, upon entering, will flash their breasts while saying "good morning sir." You will respond politely by kissing each breast.

You arrive at school early, anxious with anticipation. You enter your empty room, write out your lesson plan on the white board, and then sit quietly at your desk. You open the notebook of normality and once more eye the new social norm you have set in stone.

All girls, upon entering, will flash their breasts while saying "good morning sir." You will respond politely by kissing each breast.

The bell rings. You feel your heart leap into your throat. Could the world really deal you such generosity. Your classroom door opens and a fresh breeze from the outer quad blows you in. You turn to see your first student standing in doorway, the campus trees rustling in the breeze behind her.

It is Gigi, star student and future Metaphysics major. She is a petite latina with raven black hair, thick lips, chestnut eyes, and smooth tan skin. Her baseball-jersey style dress is unzipped in the front and she is pressing her small but full breasts up in a sign of respect. "Good morning sir," she says.

Your entire face flushes but she doesn't seem to notice. You quickly fall in line with this new normal dictated by the world and walk over to her. You lean over, take her but the shoulders and pull her toward you, planting your lips quickly on each breast. Your tongue ventures out to gaze her nipples. She smiles, rezips her dress and proceeds to her desk.

As soon as Gigi has moved away you see Tawnee, all-american dirty-blonde and captain of the cheerleading team coming straight from practice and standing in the doorway with her cheerleading outfit pulled off of her shoulders. Her full, pink nipples accent her girl-next-door smile and two messy pig tails. "Good morning sir," she says.

"Good morning Tawny," you say and kiss each of her breasts.

As Tawny moves towards her seat you turn to see Karlee, a brilliant student and daughter of the Principal standing by the window just within the doorway. She is wearing short shorts and a green spaghetti strap, over the top of which her large breasts hang wantonly. Her long brown hair cascades around her left breast. "Good morning sir," she says.

"Hello Karlee," you say. You are sounding more normal now, though you can't help but but place Karlee's entire breast into your mouth and suck heartily at it. She seems a bit shocked and makes a small squealing noise. You did, after all, only write "kiss each breast" into the notebook, so with her second breast you peck gingerly. She doesn't seem offended, rather she gives you a smile as though you have favored her especially and have acted as quite a gentleman and a respectful teacher. She nods at you once and proceeds to her seat.

You turn back to the doorway where you see the patient Gina, your favorite student of all, a polite, thoughtful girl with whom you've spent many afternoons after school having long, thoughtful conversations. With an expression of profound admiration she stands, framed by the quad behind her, holding her sweater up to reveal her small breasts. A necklace hangs between them. Her voice full of genuine admiration, she says "good morning sir."

You decorously kiss each of her breasts. She proceeds to her seat in the front row.

Sitting on the steps just outside of your classroom is the slim Alina. She is already revealing her breasts as well. She must have sat down to better present herself to you. "Good morning sir," she says.

You reach out your hand and she takes it. You left her up, swoop her into your arms, and smartly kiss each small breast. She moves to the back row and takes her seat.

You feel almost overwhelmed as you see Anjelica, a true nordic beauty, reveal her tight frame and pale nipples. "Good morning sir," she says.

Anjelica has never been the smartest student and has struggled to keep up with the others, but you feel you will do anything to help her succeed as your mouth works quickly and respectfully over her breasts. She proceeds to her seat.

And now a girl for whom you've cheered at many a Tennis game, the school's consummate Tennis star and a funny girl who always makes you laugh with her wry humor Aubrey. Even as she reveals her small breasts to you she gives a smile. "Good morning sir," she says in a sing-song voice.

You smile back and kiss her breasts. She sits.

With an almost angry look, as though she woke up on the wrong-side of the bed you see Valentina in the doorway. She is the foreign exchange student from Italy and you two have not always gotten along, but she shows deference to this new, strange custom as though it is as normal as any of the other American customs she has had to get used to. Her large breasts and gorgeous nipples peak out from her shirt as she utters a thickly accented "good marning ser."

You kiss her breasts, even playing with one nipple between your teeth then stand up and nod at her once. She sits in the front row, where you have placed her to better keep an eye on her unpredictable behavior.

Next is Channell, gifted and kind, better at math than philosophy but eager to get all the best classes she possibly can. It's no wonder with her reputation that she insisted on being in you glass. She reveals her soft ebony skin and dark nipples with a polite "good morning sir."

You kiss her breasts and she proceeds to her seat.

Last in the door is Jynx, a big brown eyed and voluptuous young girl. She pulls her pink dress in revealing her tan nipples. "Good morning sir," she says.

You oblige with a kiss on each breast, lingering a moment on the last to taste the musky flavor of her skin. She has an aroma that has driven you wild since you first met her. You nod at her politely and she proceeds to her seat.

After that initial greeting, the girls all put their breasts away and are their usual selves throughout the rest of class. No one acts differently or strangely in any way. No one seems to have found anything unusual about the greeting. After all, you made it the new social norm. You try to go on with your lesson as though nothing is out of the ordinary. None of your students seem to think anything is strange.

But even as you stand at the front, giving your lecture on theories of causality and Kant's Critique of Pure Reason, each of the girls diligently jotting notes and raising their hands with clarifying questions, your mind turns with new experimentation. You already know that you plan to hold one of the girls after class, just one for starters, one on whom you can push the limits of the notebook's capabilities. They are all so beautiful, but which one do you want to make your first experimental subject in the pursuit of the Normality Notebook's limits? The bell rings and you make your decision: