Hard Class

You open your eyes and shake your head right away, eliminating all of those dirty-minded thoughts for now. Taking one more glance down at your penis, you get dressed into an outfit that's fitting for school. Hooray for free dress.

As you wear your backpack and lock the front door, you begin to really think if your life is that bad. Aside from that middle school incident and some bullying, you had a decent, normal life. Two hardworking parents, a middle-class home, passing grades, and a car. Thank goodness you didn't have to take the bus or have mom or dad drop you off at school anymore.

In short, you'll be fine. Around twenty minutes later, you arrive at the campus and park somewhere close to your class. But as soon as you exit your car...

"Hey hey! It's my math-mate!" You hear a familiar, feminine voice. One turn of the head later and you see Isabella approaching you. "Oh wow, this car looks cool! It looks like my car but newer and with a different color!" Exhibit A of her energetic nature. Something as minor as your car could get her chatting up a storm in quick time. It's pretty cute, now that you think about it.