Follow Emma without protest

You nod silently and step into the dorm room as Emma follows behind you. The space is much nicer than you expected—two twin beds, a shared closet, and a long vanity mirror taking up the wall opposite the beds. There's only one set of belongings already unpacked: makeup bags, hairbrushes, and a pink silk robe hanging on one bedpost.

“That one’s mine,” Emma says, dropping onto her bed with a little bounce. “Surprised? Yeah, we’re roommates.”

You blink. “Wait, co-ed dorms?”

Emma shrugs casually. “Budget cuts. They decided to ‘experiment’ with mixed accommodations. Don't worry—I’ve trained boys before. You’ll get used to it.”

She leans over, unzips your suitcase, and starts pulling out your clothes without permission. You flinch but say nothing as she tosses your boxers aside with a scoff and holds up one of your shirts.

“Boring,” she mutters. “You’re going to need some upgrades. And we’ll start… small.”

She opens a drawer and pulls out something lacy and folded.

“Put these on.” She tosses a pair of **lavender silk panties** into your lap. “First lesson at Crestwood: the sooner you give in, the easier it is.”

You glance down at the panties. Soft, delicate, and clearly meant to humiliate. But the way she’s looking at you—cool, expectant—makes your chest tighten.

“I can help you,” she adds, voice softer now. “You’re cute enough to pull this off. If you listen to me, you might even start liking it.”