Seduce one of your classmates

You walk to your next class distracted by the mental turmoil brought on by Mr Hamilton's lack of interest. Part of you knows its absurd, even if you were into guys (and you stubbornly insist that you are not) the portly bearded English professor would hardly be your type. Still you feel an irrational need to prove yourself to him to show him that you are truly a sexy desirable woman.

Psychology can be strange like that, you have been striped of your identity, your self esteem, your very name all in the name of making you into a sex toy. If you can't even do that well then what even is the point of all this? You can't allow all the pain and humiliation you've already suffered be for nothing so you have to be the best Attendant you can be. There's a warped logic to it and the **** and subliminal conditioning they've been giving you probably help push you in that direction too.

Suddenly you are full of a new resolve to prove your worth as an Attendant. It doesn't feel like enough for you to simply accept the advances of your classmates instead you find you want to take a more proactive role. If you can just take back some measure of control perhaps you can start to feel a little better about your new life?

Having settled on a plan all that remains is pick a target for it...