First period

Liz was quick to find a desk, still fighting the feelings her brother had caused. She sat at the desk, her legs squeezing tightly, as if trying to wrestle her want.

Luckily Liz was rarely looked at by the bulk of the school, mousy little nerd didn’t have many friends. Covering their face as they let the feelings slowly subside, hoping for any kind of distraction.

Slowly the rest of the class filed in and with no flare, the class began. The routine was fairly comforting for her.

Her bra was a bit uncomfortable from her growth in the shower. She looked down to see her chest seemed a bit puffy. Checking them casually the feeling was electric, the new sensitivity rocked her. Unconsciously letting out a quiet moan.

Her own voice woke her quickly with a shot of adrenaline. Luckily she’d only drawn one set of eyes of her neighbor. He was a short nerd like her, simply looking on with an agape mouth.

Cheeks went red quickly as the realization hit her, she’d just moaned out loud in class. The embarrassment felt crushing.

Her hand shot up quickly, interrupting the class lecture, “Mr. Smith, can I go to the bathroom?”

The teacher sighed, having been interrupted. “Though I wished you’d gone before, sure.” The soft spot for little nerd clearing showing, though he was a bit annoyed.

She grabbed her things in a flurry and let herself out of the classroom. They had tried to make a b-line to the bathroom. They’d rounded the corner and nearly tackled another student.

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