Susie leaves, but they trade clothes

“Wow,” says Susie with a heavy slur. “I didn't knows eating girls out felt ssso good. I'm no dyke, and it wuz kinda gross, but I felts like I got a fuckin' while I did it.”

Professor Porter ignores the drunken girl and glares at you. Apparently, she needs a little more work to get the last bit of bitch out of her. You move close to her and whisper more instructions in her ear.

The professor sneers at the instructions, then obediently says, “Susie, there's one more thing I need from you.”

“Whuz that, perfessor?”

Porter fights it for the briefest second, then spits out the rest. “I want to trade clothes with you for the day.”

Susie shrugs. “So'kay. I don't think my clothes're gonna fit you Doc, but so'kay.”

The little Asian girl takes off her t-shirt and jeans, revealing a tight little body. Her breasts are small, but well shaped and perky. Professor Porter hands her own clothes to the girl. Susie laughs when she fits the bra on. Professor Porter isn't terribly well endowed, but she's bigger than Susie, so it just hangs off the small girl. Not that it is noticeable, the blouse and slacks billow around her like she's a little girl wearing her mother's clothes.

“Heh! I'ma like one of those people in movies that shrunk! Okay, is been fun and thanks for the grades. Bye Doctur Pooper.” Susie picks up her backpack and stumbles out of the classroom.

With the other student gone, Porter looks at you. “Now what are you going to make me do, you little snot?”

“Just what you told Susie you'd do. You're going to wear her clothes today.”

“What?! I can't fit into these clothes!”

“Well, maybe not the underwear.” You snatch the jeans up off the floor. “But I think we can figure out the rest. Go ahead and put the shirt on.”

While Porter struggles to squeeze into the tiny pink t-shirt, you open up the desk. You pull out a pair of scissors and cut the legs off the jeans. You cut off as much as possible in order to give them a better chance of fitting. When you're done you hand them to your teacher.

The older woman slides the bikini sized jeans up her legs. When they get to her thighs she hops up and down to get them the rest of the way up. This makes her breasts bounce inside the tight shirt. She doesn't have much, but the overly tight shirt shows every bit of it. With the cut-offs pulled up, she struggles to snap them shut.

“That's good enough,” you tell her. “They're not going to close, so just leave them open.”

“What? I can't go out like this. My butt is hanging out and if I clench the wrong way they'll fall off!”

“Then you'd better not clench. And you're gonna have to go out soon. After all, you're a raging nympho and you're starting to feel cravings for cock again. It's time to go looking for a man. Isn't that right, professor?”

A mix of anger and desire fills the professor's eyes.