Jessica, with new rules

Stepping up from your desk, you're now comfortable enough in your new situation to not worry about your erection. The guys in the class understand and the girls are unlikely to call it out at this time. Besides, this is art class; the human body is a beautiful thing.

With these lofty thoughts in mind, you take awhile walking around to assess your female classmates and their reactions. Though Andra had been your nemesis, there are many others who needed your attention forthwith. Some would require similar corrective measures, most would probably receive some spicing up, and a few would come out ahead. Again, you want to play small ball here in the short term before becoming some tragic figure destroyed by his own hubris.

You gave out silent urgency grades to your classmates and most are D students it seemed. The one B+ is quiet, old Jessica, though she was also a D cup student.

You two had actually gone on a few dates last year but hadn't kept in touch over the summer and had switched to a casual friendship in your senior years. Neither of you were bold enough to take it far, but you had fond memories of fondling her mammaries.

"Jessica," you say quietly. You see her swallow and seem to shake a little. You touch her hand lightly as she looks up like she is facing a great white shark.

"Jessica," you repeat. "Are you scared?"

You wonder for a moment if the poor wallflower will faint. Her face is now milky white and her hands seem cool. "Y-yes," she admits.

You smile and give her a soft kiss on the head. "Jess, I appreciate your honesty. I've always admired your integrity. But--"

"Make her show us her tits, already!" a male classmate shouts.

You take your hands from covering Jessica's and clench them. "Who said that?" you ask, trying to conceal your disapproval.

Donald raises his own hand as Andra points to him. You unsure how to score that for Andra, but decide it is worth at least one extra credit point.

"You're just going to make all the girls naked, right? So why the delay?" Donald scoffs. "Fuck, you should require them to be **** before they get more clothes or some shit!"

Your eyebrows drew together as he finishes, but Donald is never one for noticing and much less caring about social cues.

"Anyone agree with Donald?" you query and look around.

As you suspect, no one voices their support, though there are some shrugs and face scratching. Also, some of his peers past history pointed to a silent complicity.

You glance at the teacher, who has elected to bring up presentation slides and is now preparing to grade work if the interruption continues. You take this as an allowance to proceed.

"I may have to make a general announcement about this, but I'll just tell the class now. The female uniform inspector and its program isn't here to just make all the barely legal girls not even barely legally dressed. It is for our continual growth."

Donald snickers. You walk right in front of him. Though a linebacker and far more physically imposing than you, he falls silent.

"For example, Andra, was in dire need of deshrewification. She's already improved from a heinous bitch to a decently indecent mare. Right?" you ask of her at the end. She gives a faint placid nod.

"I'm working out a course for Jessica, but she won't be turned into a horse, because that wouldn't improve her or the senior class. Understand?" you finish and look around again. There are a lot of nods, small smiles, and even some sighs of relief from the young women who now believe they will be given a fairish trial.

Predictably, though, there is one scoff. "So, instead of a wh-orse, you're gonna make Jessica a cow so you can milk her tig ol' bitties?" Donald says.

"One moment," you respond crisply. You give a thumbs up to the teacher who lectures as you walk to your desk and write in the Rulebook.

You erase female from female uniform inspector. You also write

New Rule: John may deputize other seniors to aid in carrying out functions adjacent and subordinate to uniform inspector. Though he is the final authority, the deputies word carries near equivalent strength.

You write another short note on another piece of paper and tear it. You move to Andra, "Candy lips, if you take this quickly to the office, have it announced, and come back, you'll get a reasonable reward." Andra nods and starts to stand. You tap her on the head. She looks confused then nods again and puts her shoes on her hands. You use her long golden hair to tie a simple knot. Her hair does have a pleasant aroma to it albeit with a hint of flop sweat.

You walk your horsey to the door and give her tight rump an almost habitual slap as she trots out. You take a few moments to note her speed, her slightly visible sex, and that she isn't cheating before returning to the course at hand.

Jessica looks at you as you return, more resolute now. You raise an open palm at her and she rises. You walk back with her to Donald. "Donny, would you join Jess and me behind the partition, please?"

Donny rises fast. "Awesome--a spit roast of the biggest-titted girl in school. You can have dibs, but I'd love to cream her asshole."

Jessica squeezes your hand for a moment, but the look you give her soothes her. You three get behind the partition just before the PA goes off.