Yes, yes you can.

After all this girl has done to you, helping her doesn't really seem to matter. You walk over to her, kiss her lightly on the lips, then exit the washroom. You hear Sue chase after you, but realizing her button-less shirt isn't exactly school-appropriate, she doesn't get far.

You enter your classroom, mostly vacant of students, and grab Mlle. Proust's purse.

"Where were y-" one of the remaining students asks.

"I have to go." you interject and leave through the backdoor.

Safely inside Proust's car you begin to look through her belongings, hoping to glean more information. Her Québec ID says Colette Proust. You adjust the rear-view mirror to examine your reflection.

"I guess I'm Colette..." you say quickly groping your breasts.

You find a phone and pray she doesn't use a lock-screen. She doesn't. You sigh in relief.

Looking through her personal details, it seems she lives in a one bedroom apartment not too far from the center of town.

After trying a number of keys you finally unlock her apartment. Despite the building's atrium, her apartment is quite nice. There only seem to be women's shoes by the door - this is a good sign. You definitely need some rest.

You begin to strip down when you notice that your old panties have been peeking out from your cleavage the entire time. You definitely don't remember placing them there, but you don't really care. You give them one last sniff and throw them lazily on her dresser. Naked, you lie on Colette's bed and absentmindedly play with your breast.