You give Sarah the shoes

You hold up the deep blue pair of heels to her with a grin.

"Is that any way to treat someone who's just got some shoes you can wear!"

Sarah eyes up the 3 inch high heels skeptically, and scowled. "You know I can't stay upright in those things for shit." She points out accusingly.

"Well its either these or nothing." You shrug.

Sighing Sarah gestures for you to hand them over, muttering something that sounded a lot like "at least they're cute...".

Slipping them on, she wobbles somewhat precariously as she delicately takes her first few steps.

"Well its not like we weren't gonna be late for class anyway."

The two of you make there way along the path, Sarah's wardrobe naturally drawing a lot of stares. The heels had done one thing for her at least, she was so focused on not stumbling she'd almost forgotten to be embarrassed.

You follow her closely, enjoying the way the heels caused her ass to tense and firm up, and catching her as she grabbed you to steady herself every now and then. Your mind was still on the limits to your power, and how far it would let you go. There must be a loophole he could exploit, as he still couldn't quite bring himself to test just whipping his dick out, as that didn't seem to be something his ability would protect him from repercussions. Or not that he knew of yet. Which is why he needed more information about how it would work if he wanted a quick release from the tightness in his pants that hadn't abated almost since Sarah had first exposed her underwear to him in the canteen.

A sudden jingle caught your attention while you were watching Sarah pick her way carefully down some steps, and glancing off to the side you notice an ice cream van pulling up at a sidewalk on the edge of the campus. An idea springs to mind, and your eyes dart around for a appropriate target.

You spot a slender asian girl in a flowery yellow sundress heading past you in the opposite direction, and you quickly step in front of her blocking her path.

"Wha-" She frowns, but before you give her time to ask any stupid questions you grab a fistful of her dress in the cleavage, and with a hard yank pull it all the way down. You must have been a bit more enthusiastic than you thought though, because there was a large tearing sound and suddenly the girl was stumbling forwards and the entire dress was in your hands. Your zealousness had rewarded you with the sight of a fit, lithe figure with modest breasts and pussy barely covered by a wide white thong, but only for only an instant before the girl shrieked in surprise and immediately moved to cover herself.

"What the hell?! You could at least give me some warning first!" The petite girl moaned, her sudden nakedness having attracted a lot of attention. You admire her shifting as she tried to minimize her exposure to the crowd for a moment before replying.

"Sorry. You know how it is sometimes. But you're not allowed to cover your tits with anything," And she immediately pulls her arms away from herself, now squirming with embarrassment at the intensified interest on her. You can see her about to argue, and cut her off. "Except... with whatever ice cream there is around."

"Really?" She states with relief, and a little wariness. "Then at least I'll be covered I suppose. But where am I supposed to get ice cream..." She trails off as she follows your eyes to the ice cream van off to the side. "Oh! Perfect timing!" And she practically sprints there, perky tits bouncing up and down with each step, clearly **** to get something to cover herself.

You watch her approach the vendor, a man old enough to be her grandfather, in the window of the van and start speaking quickly, though you're too far away to hear. The man is frowning as he replies, and eventually the girl hesitantly steps back gesturing at her naked chest. The man leers unashamedly as she shifts uncomfortably under his gaze, but he eventually turns around to his machine, then hands her two soft serve ice cream cones.

She appears to thank him and immediately jams each cone over each nipple, shuddering at the cold of the frozen dessert on her nipples. It immediately started melting from the heat of her body, and you can't pull your eyes away as she smears the creamy white ice cream over her caramel colored skin and around each of her breast in an attempt to cover as much of herself as she can. You're dimly aware of the ice cream vendor, and at least a dozen others around you, who have all stopped to enjoy the show too.

After a few moments she seems to be wrapping up, with two fairly cohesive blobs of ice cream covering her nipples. The melting ice cream had also left sticky white trails as they dripped down her body, and your eyes are following them down her body, your mouth went dry, when another idea came into you mind.

But even as the idea forms you're distracted by a startled yelp from Sarah and another voice else, away from the ice cream covered girl.