You have a plan

You stand for a moment, considering your professor's words and your options. Still thinking, you leave the classroom, your mind drifting as you stroll aimlessly across campus.

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a window as you pass and stand for a moment looking at yourself. A pretty brunette stares back at you, slender but with a fine rump and ripe firm breasts. Your pale skin is a bit flushed, making you look innocent and charming you smile to yourself. All in all a very attractive college girl.

You nod at your reflection, making up your mind, and stride purposefully to the bus loop to catch the bus home.

Professor Garrison is stern, but he is a man. And a man who has paid enough attention to you to notice that you were unconsciously touching yourself in class. In your experience you've seen older men get softer and **** when dealing with a pretty younger woman, and for all his gruffness with you after class you have little doubt that he's no different.

At home you dig through your wardrobe and pull out the items you need, laying them on the bed. A collared, white, button up shirt, a mini-skirt, and a pair of white knee socks. For shoes a pair of low black heels. The skirt would be better if it were plaid, but it will do for what you have in mind.

You take a quick shower then stroll back into your bedroom, towelling your body and admiring it in the mirror. You cup your lush breasts and smile at yourself, flicking your thumbs over the bar piercings in each nipple and shivering a little at their sensitivity. They stiffen at your touch, standing out from the round aereolas and looking thoroughly sexy. You stroke your hand down your belly and over your waxed mound, rubbing your fingers gently against your bare lips.

With a shudder, you stop yourself before you surrender to your libido. Looking at the clothes on your bed you smile and add a lacy purple bra and pantie set to the collection. You finish drying yourself, then tug the boy shorts up your thighs before shrugging into the bra, shivering a little at the feel of the fabric against your aroused nipples.

You sit down and put on some glossy pink lipstick and just a touch of eyeliner, before brushing your hair into pig tails and securing them with the cutest hair ties you have. Once finished, you button the shirt and pull up the skirt before rolling the knee socks up your calves and slipping into the shoes.

You pose in front of your full length mirror and smile at the sexy schoolgirl you see. Not so obviously slutty as to be a costume, but definitely sending a message. You think a moment, then smile and find a tie, tying it loosely around your collared neck.

"Perfect!" you say with a laugh as you examine the finished product. Just the look you're trying for. You have little doubt that you will have an effect on Professor Garrison.

You frown for a moment, wondering to yourself just how far you're prepared to take this. Your thoughts had been to look sweet and sexy, and melt his sternness, but what if he thinks you're offering more? You're a bit of a tease, but you're not sure how far you're actually prepared to take this. You know that professors have been disciplined, some even fired for sexual harassment of students, so you suspect that he's pretty careful.

But what if he's not, you ask yourself. What if he takes your appearance as an offer of your body?

You pick up your purse and back pack, still debating in your mind as your head out the door.