She’s still not so bright

After Courtney was pushed out of the office and headed back to her room, she still had a few minutes to herself. It took probably too long to remember that the dean had taken her shoes before the photo shoot. Just as she thought she would demand them back, she realized she would have no use for them. Her pictures hadn’t any shoes and neither will she. It was a small inconvenience though, and barely even that. She had no problem being permitted to strut around school barefoot. What she didn’t think too much of was what she was NOT permitted to wear. She believed she was lucky that Tracy was there to fix her skirt, otherwise she would have never had this opportunity and if so, would have looked completely ridiculous. She’d be sure to thank her at some point.

None of her later classes had said a thing about their teachers nudity. Tracy seemed to have told at least one or two people per class a similar lie. Courtney was still oblivious to what state of (un)dress she was in. In fact she was so flattered by the dean that she acted slightly more sexy. She took the dean’s words to heart and did t want to risk ruining herself by sitting down. During all of her classes, she said old nearly the entire time, leaning on something every once in a while. She was thankful none of her other classes asked about her private body. She felt peeved whenever any student got the wrong idea about the “sexual” part of this course.

Even though she was restricted to one outfit for the entirety of her teaching career, Courtney felt so... free! With her final class wrapped up, Dr. Orlov was done for the day and Courtney could go home. She exited the building as the last person, besides the dean who was holed up in her office, and she let the wind take her hair. Courtney looked up at the quickly darkening sky and then to her car. She thought it was clear that, on a night like this, she would be sinning to not walk home. The streets were nearly entirely empty and the grass was greener than most other nights. On her way through the trails, sprinklers panned away. Courtney remember again that she was barefoot as she walked on the wet pavement. She told herself not to get close because if she was going to be wearing this outfit for weeks at a time, she’d want it pristine.

Finally she saw it. Her humble home. The door swung open as it was never locked, she had not much of value that people would want to take. Courtney fell flat onto her bed, immediately losing control of her worked body. She felt relieved to have finished her first day of teaching, and to be recognized for being possibly the best teacher in the school no less. It was a chore to get through her first class but was eased with Tracy. Courtney had an amazing idea to pay her back!