Suprisingly uneventful

You climb unsteadily to your feet just as your English teacher Mr Hamilton arrives to check on you. He looks you over with an exasperated sigh

"Really Isabella you are going to have to learn to take better care if your uniform" he grumbles "I don't suppose you managed to do the work assignment either, did you?"

You shake your head more than a little embarrassed once again.

"Well you will just have to make it up in your own time." He says "but first you really must change out of these filthy clothes. Take them off at once."

His tone brokes no argument and you comply, striping down to your bra and panties. You expect him to take advantage of you at this point but instead he goes to the lost property box and finds you a clean blouse and skirt that almost fit. He watches you dress and gather your stuff without giving you any sexual orders or even trying to touch you. He is, as far as you can tell, completely disinterested in you sexually. You should be revealed but you are surprised to find part of you resents his lack of interest.

"Whats wrong with me" you find yourself thinking "am i not sexy enough for him? Does he think hes too good for me, Who does he think he is?"

You eat your lunch alone not much different from any other day. Your usual choice of a tasty mix of sweet and savoury snacks has been replaced by a bland salad and bottled water accompanied by a note from your mom saying you need to watch your weight now. You hardly notice, instead silently stewing over Mr Hamilton's actions. Slowly you convince yourself that either his failure to treat you like a whore is either a deliberate snub or a sign that you need to raise your girl game.

Either way by the time the bell rings to start afternoon classes you have begun to formulate at a plan to salvage your wounded feminine pride.