Some cold advice, and an opportunity

Professor Garrison pauses and turns to look at you thoughtfully, as if making up his mind about something.

"Miss Carter, you should understand that succeeding in college requires hard work and dedication. All the tight clothes and short skirts you wear aren't a substitute for that. I realise that this isn't something you want to hear. No doubt you're used to boys rolling over and waving their paws in the air when you display your body. You need to learn that men, real men that is, are not so easily manipulated by you showing off like a strumpet."

You look at him in horror, the coldness of his tone stinging even more than his words. This was the professor you admired, had a huge crush on, fantasised about; and his words shatter any dreams you had, any girlish fantasies. You feel your eyes well with tears and your chin wobble at the look of cold disdain on his face.

"I'm...I'm...I'm sorry..." you stammer, trying not to cry. "I...I just...just admired....you...you so much...and I...I...wanted to dress up for your class...I...I...I've been so stupid....I'm sorry...." You bow your head to hide the pain you feel and start to shuffle away.

"One moment Miss Carter." He stops you with a voice like a whipcrack. You turn to face him, feeling utterly miserable and waiting for whatever cutting remark he wants to stay, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing.

"It would be churlish not to allow you to demonstrate. You obviously took some pains to show off this morning. Kindly show me what you're so proud of."

"Professor?" you ask with a trembling voice, confused by his words.

"Don't be coy Miss Carter. You wanted to show off, and here's your opportunity. Take off your top and show off the breasts you're obviously so proud of."