Unimpressed

"I don't know who you think you are, but there are protocols here! I'm the Dean, and I should be informed of new girls here." Dean Edwards fumed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just had my orientation this weekend. I didn't know..." Courtney began.

"Of course, the late ones. No problem! I'll have you checked out by the school nurse this afternoon. Then you'll be able to attend all your classes without any problems!"

"But... I have a class right now. And after lunch!" Courtney protested.

"Very well, you may go to your classes, but see me in my office no later than 3pm, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, now get to class. I'm sure your professor is winding where you are."

With that, Dean Edwards turned and marched the other way. Courtney sighed and continued to her class. She took a few steps before she realized.

"Did she just say my professor would be waiting? Did she think I was a student?" she mused.

Courtney shook her head, and continued to her class. She was a bit flustered, but she got through her first class just fine. She had her lunch in the student union, not wanting to sit alone in her office. She returned to her classroom to teach her next class. She felt more relaxed until halfway through, when a student raised her hand.

"Yes?" Courtney addressed the student.

"You talked about how modern women don't need to dress provocatively to get men's attention, but how do you explain the women who do?"

"What's your name?"

"Holly."

"Well Holly, some women want to feel confident about their body and their sexuality, so they dress in more form fitting or revealing clothes and see the reactions they get. If it's positive, then their confidence is boosted and they feel reassured of their attractiveness."

"But you say when early women were sexually repressed, they wore clothes to accentuate their curves. How has that changed when modern women do the same and aren't sexually repressed?"

Courtney looked at the clock, and saw it was nearing 3pm, and her class should've ended already.

"Look, I'll illustrate my point." Holly said, walking down the aisle.

Holly walked past Courtney and started to sketch the different fashion choices between Victorian England and modern society. It was at this point that Dean Edwards entered the room. Holly stopped sketching inbtheir board to see who entered while everyone else did the same.

"Oh, don't mind me, please finish." the older woman instructed.

Holly finished her sketch and regarded the room.

"See? How are these two any different? They may look different, but both are still products of how men want to see women." Holly explained.

"Okay, that's it for class today! Read chapters 2 and 4 by next week." Courtney announced.

"It seems you're fitting in nicely." the Dean said to Courtney.

"Yes, the students are really great." Courtney said, figuring she misheard last time they talked.

"And you! Splendid point, challenging the class to think about the reality of fashion, and not just what it says in the book." Dean Edwards told Holly.

"Thanks!" she responded.

"Now, if you don't mind, I just need to steal this one for a little while. Don't think it either inconvenience you?" the older woman said to Holly, motioning at Courtney.

"No...I don't think so..." Holly answered, not sure what the Dean was getting at.

"Don't worry, just a routine nurse checkup. You can come if you like." the woman invited Holly.

The student didn't know what was going on, but she agreed. Courtney wasn't too sure either.

"Are you sure this is not against the rules?" Courtney asked.

"No, we often have professors assist with a student's exam." the older woman explained.

It was like a wave washed over Courtney and Holly as they realized the mix-up. However, Holly was the first to speak.

"Yes, as a student, you should know that. I, a professor am greatly honored to help you with your exam!"

Courtney blushed. She couldn't just talk herself out of this one, and her purse with her ID was in her classroom! As they walked down the hall, Courtney wondered if she would really go through with this. She looked at Holly, who only grinned at having a professor under her thumb.