English class

You hideout in a closet not wanting to risk any more encounters while the halls fill up with students heading to their next class. After a few minutes the coast seems clear and you makes a dash for your own class. You are pleased to find you are not quite late but you hadn't considered the fact that you have arrived after everyone else. You find yourself standing in the doorway of Mr Hamilton's English class suddenly at the centre of attention. You squirm unconsciously smoothing your skirt and playing with your hair like the shy girl you appear to me. You look back them through your long lashes. Some of the boys clearly recognise you and a ripple of giggles and whispers passes through the class making you blush. Almost as bad as the sneers and whispers are the boys staring with open lust at your girliefied body. You can almost feel their eyes crawling over your stocking wrapped legs and the swell of your padded bra. You freeze torn between running back to your closet and hitching up your skirt to give then a better look

"Ah, Isabella" Mr Hamilton greets you snapping you attention back to him "so glad you could join us and may I say how lovely you look. Now I'm sure I don't have to tell you the rules about attendants disrupting class so just take a seat and we can begin."

You nod embarrassed once again and hurry to obey only to find an unexpected problem...