Geeky Redhead

You catch up with the geeky redhead.

“Let me help you with those,” you say.

“O.k.” she says handing you half of the books. The two of you continue to the library where you put them in the returns shoot.

“Let me buy you a coffee,” you say.

“Sure thing,” she says. “What’s your name by the way”

“Simon, yours?”

“Ashley.”

“Do you live on campus, Ashley?”

“I’m at Alphington”

“Cool, I’ve got an idea. Instead of going for coffee why don't you take me back to your room.”

“O.k.” she says although she looks worried about inviting a guys she’s just met back to her dorm room.

“Trust me,” you say and she does.

You follow Ashley back to her room. “Do you have any roommates?” you ask

“Yes, but she’s never around. She’s a party girl.”

“And you're not?”

“No, I’m here to learn and get good marks. Parties just get in the way of that.”

Once you reach her room and discover it’s empty you decide to get down to business.

“Take off your jumper,” you say and Ashley removes her big floppy jumper, the kind women wear when they want to hide their figure. Her shirt is no better, in fact you're pretty sure that her entire wardrobe is designed to deflect attention away from her. You tell her to strip down to her underwear and a look of shock enters her eyes as she does, she is obviously having a hard time with the situation.

“Trust me totally!” you tell her “Know that nothing I do, or tell you to do, is meant to hurt you in any way.”

Despite your orders she still seems uncomfortable.

“Tell me why you are uncomfortable,” you say.

“I don’t like other people seeing my body. Hell I don’t like seeing my body,” she admits.

Your not sure why, as far as you can see she has a lovely body. True she’s no porn star, but your still feeling a stirring in your pants. Her underwear is as unflattering as the rest of her clothes, and her bra seems to actually be flattening her bust, but even so she could easily be a model (although perhaps her legs are not quiet long enough for supermodel status).

“Take off you bra,” you say, “and then go and look in the mirror.”

She does as ordered, even though you can tell she is not happy about it. As she removes her bra her breasts seem to expand from her chest to a reasonable B-cup size.

As she looks in the mirror you order her to tell you what she doesn’t like about her appearance.

“I’ve got red-hair which people always make fun of. I don’t tan, I freckle. My glasses make me look like a geek, but my eyes are too sensitive to wear contacts. My breasts are too small. My butt is too big. I’m fat and I’m ugly.”

You're shocked by her self deceit and decide that your good deed for the day will be to do something about it.

“No longer believe anything you just told me,” you order her. “Instead, you will believe that your red hair makes you attractive to men, as it shows your passionate nature. Believe your freckles make you look cute and guys want to see all of them.” This makes her smile at the implications.

“Believe your glasses make you look sophisticated and intelligent and that any guy who doesn’t see that is obviously intimidated by smart women and is not worth your time. Believe your breasts are the perfect size, but that you still want to show them off and need buy a bra that helps define your cleavage. Believe your butt is firm and inviting and if you wore tight pants or short skirts you could give men erections just by bending over and giving them a look at it. As for fat and ugly, believe you are neither. Believe your stomach is nice and firm and non-anorexic and every part of you is beautiful. From now on you put the effort that you used to put into avoiding notice into getting noticed. You will, once I have left, go out and buy clothes that accentuate your figure and will never wear clothes that hide your beauty ever again. Plus you will take some time off from your studies to go to parties with your roommate so that guys will notice you.”

As you speak you watch Ashley’s face in the mirror go from sadness and discomfort to happiness and enjoyment. She begins to see her body in a whole new light and you can tell it’s turning her on. Her hands begin to move all over it caressing and fondling. One hand moves into her panties and she gasps as (you guess) she touches her clit.