After classes - Again walking training

Five minutes after the bell for ending the lessons of the day and the starting of the afternoon activities had rung, you left the class room totally exhausted. "See you tomorrow, Alex." Ms. Banks said goodbye and blew you a kiss. Embarrassed you closed the door behind you. Smeared lipstick was all over your lips and your swollen nipples poked through your t-shirt. Each break Ms. Banks had **** herself on you, not pausing all the kissing and playing with your chest during lunch break. It was like you were her plaything and not a person. Luckily Lexi didn't cross your way, or you wouldn't know how you would survive the day.

You went back to your room to get your workout clothes. Then you went to the Fitness-building for your daily walking-training. Again fearing you might crash into a girl changing, you carefully enter the changing room, but nobody was there. Quickly you got to your locker and exchanged your pants for white briefs. As they were women-cut, they felt a little tight, despite they were picked to fit you. Then you sat down and exchanged your normal high heeled sneakers for a pair of new ones, that looked like normal training shoes, just with wedged heels.

After that you wanted to change your t-shirt for a sports bra. You didn't wanted your fitness trainer Rita Hall to be pissed because you didn't.

You had just taken off your t-shirt and picked up a pink sports bra (just why did you pick a pink one?), as the door to the changing room suddenly opened. Startled by it you hold the sports bra before your chest to cover it, so nobody would see your augmented chest.

In walked a fit girl with long black hair going down to her butt. It was Natasha, who you met yesterday and went shopping and eating with, though it wasn't fully of your own free will. "Hello, Alex." She greeted you with a smile.

"Ah, Natasha, you scared me." You felt relieved that it was someone you knew. Relieved you took your hands down, only to notice a second ago what a stupid thing you just did. Natasha's eyes widened, as she saw you two augmented breasts. "Shit." You just responded.

A few minutes later Natasha stepped into her yellow sneakers. She was wearing a bright yellow sports bra and pink briefs, again a perfect fit for her. "So, you did something the headmistress didn't liked and got breast implants as a punishment. Do I have this right?" She summarized what you had just told her.

"That's right." You replied and sighted. "And as a result the teacher I'm appointed to and one of the students are ... hitting on me. Just because of these two things" You looked down on the two mounds of skin and silicone, which got lightly pushed up, because the pink top wasn't meant for a C-cup.

"That's not so good." Natasha felt sympathetic to you. "I once did something stupid too, and as a result they changed my mind into becoming totally submissive to certain people."

"That's even worse." Now you felt sympathetic to her.

"At first yes, but after I learned what my stepmother had planned for me to become and that I would become submissive either way, I learned to accept it."

"A friend of mine said something similar." You responded a little reflective. "But that wouldn't help me with my current problem."

"Well, maybe you should just tell them you don't want it." Natasha said as you both went to the exercise room.

"I don't think that would work." You responded.

"Well, giving it a try wouldn't hurt." Natasha said with a smile.