DEMONstration

“Come on Rachel, don’t be so tense. You’re flirting, not defusing a bomb! Have some fun. And Emma, are you making a move on your crush, or talking with your grandma? Dare to be bold!” Traci and Natalie were met with a wet and naked Jess teaching the class.

With more than half the students flirting with one another.

“What on earth?!” Said a shocked Traci.

“Hey guys, you’re back!” Said Jess, eyeing Traci and Natalie. “Gotta say, I looovveee this new look on you two. Especially the welcome mat, Traci.”

As Traci covered her womanhood, Natalie responded, “Well, you can enjoy it for a long time, because Sister Winchester **** us to be like this for a year.”

As the class looked in surprise, Jess just replied, “Lucky! Think I could get the same ‘punishment’ if I show up now?”

“Given that you would enjoy it, no.” Said Traci.

“Aww, some people have all the luck!” Laughed Jess. “Anyway, I was teaching these guys how to flirt, with little success.”

As the former nun looked at the students, the bespectacled almost shouted. “Sister Traci, it’s not what you think. We’re just practicing for when we meet our future husbands.”

Traci was about to begrudgingly correct the ‘Sister’ part, when Jess just laughed. “Oh, for your future husbands, is it?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Please, everyone in this room is as straight as curly fries. Sure, some of you get husbands. But don’t give me that crap that you’re straight. You may believe it, but I won’t.” Jess pierced The girls eyes unblinkingly, unsettling the latter. “Anyway, these girls are hopeless, so I’ll give a demonstration. Volunteer said what?”

“What?” Responded Natalie.

“Thank, Nat.” As she pulled Natalie closer to her.

“First off, despite what those know it all nuns say,” Jess focused her eyes on the former Sister Traci, who glared back. “When flirting, you have to be yourself. To Hell with those backwater rules that say who you can or can’t be, and those who enforce them can suck it! So Natalie, say something about yourself. Something honest that you know would never be allowed here.”

Natalie panicked. What was she supposed to say? Did Jess want to hear that she was…?

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to admit you’re gay. At least not yet. Start with something simple. A hobby, perhaps.”

“I, erm, like to write.”

“And what do you write?”

“Fantasy. I almost wrote an entire book once.”

“Almost? What stopped you?”

“…My parents found it on my laptop. They said it was ‘satanic trash’ and deleted it.”

“Ah, but it wasn’t trash, now was it?” Grinned Jess.

“I mean, it wasn’t perfect, but I poured my heart into it. I spent hours on it, and they did just delete it.”

“Natalie, thank you for your honesty. Now for the next part, intimacy.”