Some Emotional Counseling

"Please look at my tits, what do you mean?"

You sniff the air of the crowded hallway between periods. You smell drama.

"It's been a week! I've been patient until now, but I just can't take my girlfriend exposing herself to every guy she sees."

You turn the corner and see Stella and her boyfriend Ray getting into it. Even as he yells and berates her she keeps her legs wide to expose her pussy, and makes no effort to shield her tits.

"Please look at my tits, it's not like I can help it! This is my uniform!"

You duck behind a wall, before the two can notice you. It'd be pretty awkward if the source of their fight just walked in to give his two cents.

"And that!" Ray roars in frustration. "Telling everyone to look at your breasts, how am I supposed to feel about that? I'm your boyfriend, and you're walking around acting like a whore to everyone."

"Please look at my tits, this is how I'm supposed to act."

"No stop it! I don't want to look at them. I don't even want to look at you anymore, you make me sick. This is not how a girlfriend is supposed to act. We're done Stella! Have fun being the school's nudist or whatever, I'm done." Ray closes his locker and rounds the corner. "Oh, hey Michael."

"Ray." You give him a nod and peek around the corner. Stella is already curled into a ball at Ray's locker sobbing. "Crap." You wince and press yourself back against the wall so you can clutch your aching heart.

It's that feeling again!

What was it? Oh yeah!

GUILT!

"Fuck fuck fuck." You smack your head into the locker behind you. You take out the Rulebook.

Old Rule: Anyone who breaks up with a nudist no longer has the ability to see woman naked. They only see naked women as wearing big poofy, very covering victorian style dresses.

If Ray wants to be a prude, then you should help him out.

You shut the book tight, squeeze your eyes, and head around the corner. "Hey Stella! Are you okay?"

She sees you and immediately stiffens up. Her legs fly open so you can see her pussy, and she moves her arms so her tear drizzled tits on are display. "I wasn't covering myself up I swear. I mean, please look I my tits I... I... I...!" You can't even finish before she juts devolves into gulping wet hot sobs."

You feel your own lip start to quiver. None of the girls were supposed to have a nervous breakdown because of your games. This is... almost as bad as that time you accidently ended the world.

"Fuck." You open the notebook back up.

New Rule: The Owner of The Rulebook is also the school's Comfort Councilor. A comfort Councilor's job is to hug, and talk to upset students to soothe their fears and anxiety. They help students become comfortable with their new lives, and accept and enjoy their strange new lifestyles. Students find their presence very calming and welcome, and will confide secrets to the councilor if asked. They also have the ability to appoint deputy Comfort Councilors who have the same abilities and same mission.

"There." You whisper to yourself. You were kind of already doing this with that power you gained during the apocalypse. At least this put it into a school position. Maybe this duck tape fix will help. "Hey Stella I'm not here to talk about your uniform. I did such a flawless job in my other two tasks that they made me a Comfort Councilor too."

The crying girl sniffs and looks up at you. Her face is painted with too many emotions to accurately describe. "They chose you?" But her words say all that need to be said.

You take a seat next to her on the floor against the lockers. "I can be a nice guy when I want." You secured world peace. "But I'm not here to talk about me. I'm really not that interesting. What's up with you?"

"My b-b-booy." She squeezes her eyes and starts sobbing.

"Hey!" You grab her hand and squeeze it. "It's okay, tell me what happened"

The reaction is immediate. Her muscles unclench, and she lets out a soft shuttering sigh. "Mmm." She says dreamily. Then almost reluctantly she looks at you with a blush, and must be surprised to see you in such a new light. "Ray dumped me." She says softly.

"What an idiot." You stare off at the opposite wall. "Why'd he do a stupid thing like that?"

"Cause you made me walk around school naked exposing myself and begging people to look at my tits. Shit! I'm sorry! I, please look at my tits I..."

You hold up a hand and cut her off. "I'm the comfort councilor right now, you don't have to say it."

"Oh, okay. Can I put some clothes on?"

You decide to bulldoze over that question. "So he broke up with you just because you were walking around school naked? But that's your uniform."

"That's what I told him! He said I looked and was acting like a whore!"

"That skinny bitch."

Stella braves a giggle at that, and pushes on your shoulder. "Don't say that."

"He is!" You look at her. "You hide it pretty well, but uh, even I can tell you don't like your uniform." You smile as she snorts an affirmative. "So instead of being understanding, and comforting towards you, he blames you and runs off? You don't want anything to do with that guy."

She sighs, and though it's a sullen affair it's already leagues above her breakdown just moments earlier. "I guess logically I recognize that, but..."

"The heart wants what the heart wants. I get it."

"I just don't know what I'm going to do. Who would want someone that goes around school acting like I do?" She looks as you hopeful. "Maybe if you make everyone..."

You find it interesting that she goes that route, rather than asking you to put clothes on. She must understand that that's out of the question. "No." You reply, soft and stern. "That's Chad's idea, not mine."

"Oh." The moments pass between the two of you at a lamentful pace. The hallway is empty and she's late for her next class. So are you, but grades are a mortal concept. Rather than get up to leave she slides closer to you to bask in the aura of calm you've endowed yourself with. It makes her sigh and feel soft enough to rest her head on your shoulder. Her naked form so close and open to you.

"I think, maybe it's about loving yourself at the moment."

"Mmm."

"If you don't think you're a beautiful sexy worthy woman, then you shouldn't go looking for that in other people."

"Mmm."

"Just take a break from dating for a while. Until you accept yourself as the smoking hot nudist I know you can be. Once guys and gals see you exposing yourself with poise and confidence I know they'll see you in a new light."

She used a hand to wipe some tears away from her eyes. "Maybe you're right, I need to take some time for myself." Her nose is red, when she looks over at you. Finally you have to heart to look at her, and she's smiling. "Thanks. You're pretty good to talk to."

"I've always been good to talk to. It's just that no one paid attention to me before."

"I guess you were pretty invisible before getting this job. I'd kill to be invisible right now."

"It's not as fun as it sounds." You hold your silence after that for a minute or so. There was pain to it, all those years of being ignored. "Besides we'd all be missing out of those gorgeous tits." You kiss her hand and stand up.

The joke cracks her open, and she starts giggling as you pull her to her feet. "You're such a perv!"