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Crystal was the third one to her British literature class. There were two other girls there already. They looked up from texting on their phones and their mouths fell open.

Crystal blushed and headed for her seat towards the back of the room. She felt the girls' eyes on her but looked forward.

"Damn, I wish you'd just annouce to the class you're a slutty attention whore!" said one, her voice dripping with derision.

Crystal sank in her seat. The rest of the class filed in. No one could see how Crystal was dressed below the waist, and though her hair and make up drew some strange looks, no one took any more notice of her. When the last student trickled in, there were about 20 people in the class.

Professor Hopkins, a matronly woman came in, but before she could begin, Crystal stood up and blurted out "I'm a slutty attention whore!"

The class turned and saw a very sluttly looking girl standing by her desk. Professor Hopkins was turning red with anger.