Lina tries to live with her latest problem

I'm so thankful to be back in my natural habitat, back in my lectures studying. Not only do I get to do what I love (learning) but I have a few days to enjoy before Mia visits again. I'm celebrating by taking my usual carefully written notes and diagrams with my array of coloured pens when one of them rolls off the bench in front of me. The obvious thing to do would be to crouch in front of my lecture hall seat, let it flap up and pick up the pen from below it, but I couldn't do anything with that information because my body had already started moving.

I mentally kick myself for picking a seat in the middle of the lecture hall as I stand up straight, with a fully arched back, presenting my very proud nipples through my tight top to anyone who happened to look my way. It takes a few seconds for them to settle from my quick movement. I then, retaining my arched back, bend straight over and look under the seat with my ass presented proudly to anyone who happened behind me. I can feel my traitorous body relishing the opportunity to make a show of stretching my black jeans tightly over my ass. I can see the pen, but instead of picking it up, my hands take their time to explore the whole area before I'm able to pick it up. To reach low enough, I'm able to bend my knees but not enough for my ass to not be the highest and most visible body part exposed to the back half of the lecture hall.

As soon as I am allowed to grab the pen, I'm able to seize back control of my body, and I snap back down onto the chair as quickly as possible. I cover my face as much as I can, and look around to assess the damage. I can't contain the cringe I experience when I see a few people conspicuously pretending to not have noticed, and a few even more conspicuous winks and smiles from the jockier of students. I instinctively know that, just from looking at them, my judginess score shot up, but luckily I left some tolerance in my outfit. I look straight back down at my notebook before they interpret my innocent face looking around at them as reciprocation. I scout again, and my heart drops when I spot my flatmate Emily and her boyfriend sitting together behind me. I wonder if they saw my mishap for a few moments until I saw my phone.

Em: 'wtf?? coffee with ki after?'

Cringe. I'll play dumb.

Me: 'What do you mean? And sure.'

Em: 'the wheres my pen dance.. not like you!'

My life would be so much easier if I could at least talk to her about my stupid curse rather than keep playing dumb to throw her off the scent. Last time I tried, I ended up pinning her against the wall and trying to kiss her. I don't plan to try again.

As the lecture finishes, I carefully put my things in my bag and make my way back to them. I still hate having to present my jiggling, braless E cups as I walk around, and I hate the stares I get as I side-step through the seats in my row. Again, thinking about the jocks and their leering sets off my t-shirt demons, but I can pull the front down slightly to satisfy them. However, I am getting gradually desensitized to the feeling of being stared at. I make a mental note to wonder, later, if this is what led Mia so far astray over time as I approach my friends, waiting for me on the stairs to the exit.

Emily and Ki are a nice couple. At 5'11", she's tall enough that finding an even taller guy can be a bit too limiting to her selection, and she took a fancy to 5'10" Ki. He's nice enough, very well built and stocky, but fit. In many ways, he shares her tomboyish nature and strength. They go well together.

At my height, I end up having to look up at them constantly, which is a bit frustrating. It doesn't help that I'm approaching from a lower row of seats.

"Shall we?" I ask.

Emily and I lead the way out, with Ki trailing behind.

She whispers as we walk to our favourite of the campus cafés, "what the hell has gotten into you these days? First these outfits, which I love, don't get me wrong, but now the lap dances in lectures?"

As she draws attention to my top, I look down at my cleavage, instinctively wrapping an arm around them to try to attenuate their jiggling with my pace.

"I, uh, I know. We should ... talk about it soon, when we can."

It's a nice, five minute walk to the café. I do my best to dodge the conversation for long enough that she gets distracted talking about her weekend's game in the basketball tournament, which is a relief. It starts to feel like a normal day, which is all I've been asking for since the app came into my life.

Upon entering the café, Emily walks ahead and starts to place our order while I trouble myself with finding a table for us. Movement in my periphery catches my attention - a drink was rolling from the vending machine across the floor, directly into my path. Control is once again taken from me as my feet place themselves slightly wider than shoulder width and I immediately bend over to pick it up, with a speed that surprises even me. With perfectly straight legs and back, my pose is less provocative than it was in the lecture theater -- more like a gymnastic stretch -- but I still feel very exposed. I have a second to wonder why the curse seemed to have tamed until its plan revealed itself.

The first I learned of my pose's agenda was when I felt a sudden, hard bump between my cheeks. I let out an unintentional moan and the bounce sends me stumbling a few steps forward. I look back around my upright ass to try to understand what had happened, and I see a surprised Ki looking down at me. I had stopped dead in front of him with no notice, and Ki, unaware had walked straight into me - our most sensitive areas momentarily bashing into each other. I blush from the embarrassment of my own movement and moan, and he averts his attention. The curse is so good at getting me to look like I'm doing things intentionally, it makes it look like an art form.

I hear a confused "what the fuck" from Emily from the coffee collection area, and I take the opportunity to straighten up and resume course to the empty table, as quickly as possible.

I sit down alone and use my lead to find my phone and open the app. I have no idea if it can hear me discretely pleading to it. "Can you hear me? You have to do something, Emily's going to think I'm trying to seduce her boyfriend. This is really bad!! You have to help!"

To my surprise, a message does appear on my screen, but my heart sinks as I read it.

"Oh do I? Tell me more about how I 'have to help.'"

This is not good. I can feel myself losing my motor control once again as my legs seem to move by themselves. I shuffle in my seat as I discretely try to stop them, but I can feel my knees being pulled apart. What is it trying to--? No..

I feel my back start to arch and my legs spread themselves wide, in what I can imagine is the most inviting pose possible. "Stop!" I hiss at my phone. I look up to see Ki looking right at me and Emily in the background, also heading our way. My face winks and smiles at him without any control from me. I feel myself biting my lip next. This is a disaster. My heart is racing. I feel myself held in this position for long enough for Ki to close the gap to the table, and then I feel my body relax as control is returned.

As soon as I have the control I need, I try to explain, but can't find the words. I resort to plan B, which is to run away as quickly as I can back home.