Chapter 20 by dialectic

What... exactly do they want? Are they here together or separately?

Lottie, a small mousy girl, pipes up

"H-hi," you hear a voice timidly mutter. You don't see right away who spoke. "HI," the same voice shouts, sounding slightly panicked.

You look over two see Lottie, a tiny mousy girl. She is usually very quiet, but her face is red with effort. She looks like she is using all of her courage to face down a lion, and is almost angry at being asked to do it.

"Um, hi Lottie," you try to say casually, acutely aware of the girls staring at your sticky crotch.

"Hi," she says, "Um, this will just t-take a minute, I promise. D-do ... Can I wear your jeans?" She blurts out.

"Um...." You say. This is the moment of truth for the week. You brace yourself to expose yourself to the student body. "Ah, sure, I guess."

Lottie seems slightly terrified that you agreed. "Okay! Um. Mrs. Fletcher, can Michael and I use your office?"

Mrs. Fletcher nods. "Yes, Lottie. I'm glad to see you get started on your challenging project. Gather Michael's jeans and feel free to go in. Don't touch the desk or anything on it," she warns.

Lottie quickly gathers your jeans and pulls you in to the office. "Um. I have to tell you the rules of my project. I have to choose people, to dress me up in their clothes. But I can't choose how. And... I have to let them touch me when they do it." She's shivering like a leaf as she says this. "The Faculty will ask you about how I did. So, um..." she falters.

You slowly approach Lottie. She looks down say your member, and up at you. She does not look like she is having a good time.

"I can touch you however I like?" You ask.

"yes", Lottie squeaks.

You come up to Lottie, and: