She actually enjoys her predicament?

You'd hate to be late to your class on the first day, but in your mind finding help with your chastity belt takes precedence. As you step out of the classroom, you swivel your head to check both directions. You spent the better part of an hour staring at the back of that girl's head so you have a pretty good idea of which head is hers. You follow behind her in the crowd, trying to keep her in sight between the other students. If only you still had your height from before your transformation you would be able to see over some of the students.

A few guys form up between you and your target from an intersecting hallway, slowing you down and blocking your view. Without a direct line of sight, you decide to take a gamble and stop at the first bathroom you come across. You know that getting cleaned up was the first thing on your mind this morning after your belt edged you, so you're sure she would want the same thing. You look around the bathroom and see one of the stall doors is closed. You go into one and close the door to wait.

After you hear whoever is in the other stall flush and head to the sinks, you do the same to not seem suspicious. You're relieved to see your gamble has paid off as the girl is washing up at one of the sinks. You walk up and take the sink next to her.

"Pretty boring class, huh?" You start a bit of small talk.

"Yeah, I heard the prof is pretty boring but lenient when it comes to grading." She responds.

"Do you mind if I ask you something? I'm Lauren, by the way."

"Hmm? Oh, sure. I'm Jessica."

"You seemed kinda distracted in that class. Well, more distracted than the other students..." Jessica's face goes beet red, and you know your assumptions were spot on. You look around real quick, making sure no one else has followed you into the bathroom. "I'm just wondering, are you wearing one of these too?" You slip down your shorts just enough to reveal the metal waistband of your belt.

Jessica's embarrassment quickly fades once she realizes you're in the same state as her. "Woah, just whip that thing out, why don't you." She stifles a giggle, then continues. "Yeah I am, it definitely spices up a boring class, though it looks like I need to learn to be a bit more discreet about it."

"Have you had any luck trying to get it off?" You ask the big question.

"Get it off? Why? It's so much fun!"

"Wait, you mean you actually enjoy having it **** you?"

"Uh yeah, of course! My boyfriend got me to sign up for the testing trials as long as he would get complete control over its functions. The idea of letting him have complete control over me like that was such a turn-on. It's only been a few days but we've been having so much fun with it. I'm sorry you're not really enjoying it though. Maybe it's less fun if you don't have anyone to control you like I do, but I hope you get a chance."

"But I'm- uhh- well, never mind." It doesn't seem like telling her that you weren't exactly a willing participant will help you out, but you did learn something. You mention having to make it to your next class, then break off and start walking over to the building where your next class is.

While you walk, you think about what she said. It's a bit of a new perspective for you, enjoying surrendering control of your orgasms to someone you love. Unfortunately, that's as far as can be from your current predicament. You're far from being in love with anyone right now. Maybe if it was just someone you trusted instead, like Emily or Velvet, not that Olivia would ever turn over control to them at this point.

You sigh internally, then push those thoughts away as you focus on finding your last class for the day.