Ms. Victoria

You spin around to see a severe looking young woman. Her ebony hair pulls back in a bun, her make-up perfectly applied. She is dressed in a black blazer, white button down shirt, and a tight black shirt that stops just above her knees. You look into her green eyes, not know what you have just gotten yourself into.

"Um, hi." You stammer, as the woman steps toward you.

"Hi. Let me guess. You're Kelly." You swallow in fear, and nod. "I've heard about you. I don't like what I've heard, and I definitely don't like what I just saw."

"I-I'm sorry."

"No you're not. You took joy in humiliating that young girl. Don't apologize if you don't mean it."

Slowly, some of your courage starts to come back. "Who are you, anyway?" you spit. An evil grin comes to her lips. "You'll find out soon enough, and you're not going to be happy when you do."

With that, she leaves you alone, heading toward the main building in the center of the campus. You shake your head, as if waking from a dream, and head back to your dorm room. The rest of the day goes by without incident.

You wake up the next morning, groggy, but even you're not stupid enough to miss the first day of classes. You throw off your pajamas, and reach into your drawers, pulling out a tiny black thong with AC/DC emblazoned across the front. You slide that over your legs, and take a look at your tight little butt in the mirror, admiring it only for a second. You then grab a black and pink lace bra, quickly throwing that over your perky, c-cup breasts. On top of that you put on a pair of tattered jean shorts, and a cut up black band T-shirt. You slide into your black leather boots, and quickly head out the door.

You rush across campus, and make it to your class with time to spare. Walking into the stadium style lecture hall, you see it is already full of young men and women, talking and jostling for position. You can't see a lot of seats left, and are **** to take one up front. You roll your eyes, but decide to deal with.

You're looking down, doodling in your notebook, when you hear a familiar voice that causes the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. "Hello everyone. I am Ms. Victoria Hutchinson, and this is chemistry 101."