Long, less revealing (jeans and a long-sleeve)

You turn to Dr. Klein with your choices, and see him grinning with amusement, yet with an angry look in his eyes.

"Believe me, in a month's time you aren't going to want to even see those! It looks like you haven't yet fully embraced your role in the world," he says. Suddenly, his smile vanishes and his tone changes. "I don't think you understand what you are, slut. You're a sex ****. You exist for sex, to please others and yourself, in that order. Nothing else really matters in the end. So take the fucking clothes, I said I'll let you pick and I'm a man of my word, but the next time I see you I expect you to be more in tune with your true place. You are nothing but a fucktoy," he growls.

As he speaks, in his forceful, angry tone, you feel your cheeks flush, and your pussy begin to blossom with warmth. His dominant, aggressive tone makes you feel powerless and submissive. Dr. Klein notices the fact that your pussy is growing slightly redder, your nipples stiffer, and smiles in approval.

"That's more like it, ****. You know you want nothing more than for my hard dick to enter your tight, wet pussy. Your lust is already improving. But as punishment for picking the wrong clothes, I'm not going to give in to your wish. Get some clothes on and get out of here, I'll give you a map with your room on it. Don't show it to anyone."

As much as you wish otherwise, Dr.Klein was correct. You had been thinking about getting fucked, right then and there. As soon as he told you he wasn't going to fuck you, you had felt a wave of disappointment wash over you, as your arousal continued to mount.

You look towards the bag. You had originally planned to wear the outfit you chose yourself, but your state of arousal now made you more willing to try something with a little less fabric. You toss the long-sleeved shirt and jeans into the bag, to a grunt of approval from Dr. Klein, then reach in to first grab a pair of matching black underwear. The panties were small, not quite a thong but very close, and the bra was a push-up, accentuating your cleavage and the size of your breasts. You then reach into the bag and pull out a pair of light-wash high-waisted jean shorts, frayed at the bottom edge. When you pull them on, they reach just not quite to the bottom of your ass, leaving the very lowest part of your cheeks exposed. You then grab a sheer pink tank top, one which exposes a fair amount of cleavage and pulls tight against your breasts, emphasizing them. The bottom of the shirt drapes loosely, and when you stand up straight, your lower belly is exposed. You then slip on the sandals Dr. Klein provided for you and turn to him, smiling.

Your professor whistles at you in approval. He waits as you zip up the bag, then takes it from you, also grabbing your school backpack. He unlocks and opens the door back into the library. The library is dark and deserted, and as you pass a wall clock, you notice the time: 1:52 AM. How did I pass all that time in that room? you wonder. Dr. Klein leads you to the exit of the library, onto the main quad. "You're going to the teacher wing. I've had dorm number 4 prepared for the last few years, waiting for those rings to resurface. You'll find the bathroom stocked with shampoo, toothpaste, everything, and the bedroom stocked with plenty of toys for you to enjoy yourself with. I expect you in my office on Monday morning at 8:00 AM. Don't be late." With that, Dr. Klein sets down your bags and begins walking away, leaving you behind on the dark, empty campus. You pick up your bags, struggling with the weight, and begin your trek to your new home, following the map Dr. Klein gave you.