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"Could you state your name for the class, please?"

"He calls me 'Allura'."

A ripple of laughter echoes throughout the room; you notice Callum sinking a little lower in his seat.

"You don't like the name?"

She snorts. "If what I liked mattered, I doubt I'd be here."

"Would you prefer dismantlement?" he answers, clearly unperturbed.

"...No."

"Then you will answer my questions clearly, and without complaint." he snaps, moving on to his next query:

"What do you think of the alterations Mr. Amos has made to you?"

At that, Alex - who had previously shown every indication of wishing she were anywhere else - looks up, as if intent on her elven doppelganger's next words.

"I don't like them. Obviously." she replies. This seems to come as a relief to Alex, who quickly returns to her previous state of listlessness.

"Ah, but is that really true?" Mr. LaVerne retorts, looking up from his laptop's screen with a smug smile on his face:

"This readout of your thought processes claims differently. Do you want to tell the class the real answer, or should I?"

At this, Allura's resolve visibly crumbles. She stares back at the teacher like a cornered animal, eyes flicking briefly to Alex (who wears a similar expression) before fixing the man with a look of disgust so powerful it could peel paint.

"F-Fine..." she stammers, taking a moment to steady her breath and direct her gaze squarely at the floor before answering:

"I... Don't mind it. I like elves, and fantasy. It could have been worse."

"And your breasts?" chides the teacher, "How do they suit you?"

Allura grits her teeth, fighting back tears. You see her mouth the word "perverts" with quivering lips.

"I l-like them..." she groans, head bowing in shame, "...I like them this size."

As devastated as Allura obviously is from having to reveal this detail, Alex is even moreso; her flaming-red face is buried in her hands, arms and legs having shifted instinctively to better shield her from the eyes of every lewd-minded male in the room. Your Love Doll looks on sympathetically, no doubt wondering what secrets she'd be **** to reveal about her originator when it came time for her interview.

"Very good." says Mr. LaVerne, once again breaking you out of your reverie.

"Has he fucked you yet?"

Despite the events of the last few seconds, Allura still manages to look taken aback by the question.

"No." she eventually replies, eyes burning with righteous indignance.

"Would you consider fucking him?"

She almost appears to chuckle at that, looking directly at Callum as she answers:

"Never. Not sorry."

"Fine, that's all we need for today." declares Mr. LaVerne, dismissing her with a wave. "Next would be... Ian Black?"

At first you think the guy must be absent, since nobody appears to be heading to the front of the classroom... Until you hear the sound of tiny footfalls behind you. That's when a Barbie-sized version of Alex jogs by, intent on reaching the front with only her small, stocking-and-garter-clad legs to carry her.

...This was going to be an interesting period.