You fail to live up to your promise, and decide to cheat

Despite giving your word to Ms. Fox, you spend the next few days playing video games, going out with your friends, and smoking weed. Promises to foxy professors are one thing, but you are just not in the state of mind to be studying or working hard at the moment. On Saturday night, you found yourself smoking and playing video games at your friend's house. Sara, a fellow senior, also lazing and waiting to graduate, was a petite little gamer and Computer Science major.

"Alright," Sara said, "It's already past midnight, meaning it's Sunday. Let's play one more game and then I gotta hit the sack. I have a couple assignments due on Monday and I have been putting them off all week."

"Tell me about it," you reply, "I have to submit this midterm essay for Women's sexual empowerment, and I just can't bring myself to start!"

Sara perks up. "With Professor Fox?" You nod. She continues, "Ooh I loved that class. Took it freshman year, her first year of teaching. It was great! You're not liking the material?"

"Well, I don't know the material on account of not really paying attention. Did you do well? Can you help me out? Please!"

Sara smirks, "Oh, I did well. The only help I can offer you is that she does not run the essays through a plaigiarism check, so many of my classmates found some stuff online and pulled together an essay with some editing."

Even that sounded like work, "What did you do?"

Sara replied, as she started a game, "The midterm was long, but I wrote about empowered women in fantasy novels. Basically all the books we both love - Martin, Sanderson, Rothfuss, etc. But don't even think about asking, I'm not giving you my essay"

You groaned. Sara was always a stickler for rules and ethics. The game started and she kicked your ass. "Woooo" she said, jumping up, "You really suck! I need to take a leak and then we'll play another." You laugh, responding, "I thought this was the last one" She shrugged and hopped away. Just as she entered the bathroom, your eyes fixated on her laptop. You knew her password. And she maintained organized folders for all her college work, meaning her midterm would be easy to track down. You were going to change it, you rationalized, it's not like you would literally submit the same file. You quickly got on her laptop, found her midterm in her computer and quickly emailed mailed it to yourself.

Sara returned and you guys played games and smoked till the early hours of the morning.

You really ought to have worked on it more, but come Sunday evening, you quickly open Sara's midterm. It's well researched and put together. You get to work, making the essay believably worse, and editing the language to better fit your style. You try to remember examples from these books from the top of your head, but it's really hard to half-ass something like this, so you are only able to change a couple of the passages Sara cited. Still, in the absence of plagiarism checks, you should be alright. You are able to submit after just an hour of editing, feeling happy that should get you a passing grade.

You piss away Monday's class as well, which was mostly a discussion on the midterm. You are daydreaming, this time paying attention to Madison's bouncing breasts as she enthusiastically talks about her essay topic, gesticulating wildly as she does so. Class ends, with you not contributing much. However, Ms. Fox adds as you are all leaving, "Since it's a pretty small class, I should your midterms back to you by Wednesday"

Tuesday, late evening, you receive an email from Ms. Fox. It simply states, "John, I'm going to need you to come to class about 15 minutes early tomorrow." You wonder what that could be about.

You enter class to find Ms. Fox dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse. She looks at your and beckons you forward with a finger. "Thank you for coming early. We have something to discuss." You stand in front of her, and put your hands in your pockets. Your lax demeanor clearly annoys her, and she continues, "John, your essay was pretty good overall. But as I was reading through it, I couldn't help but feel like I had read it before. A beloved pupil of mine, Sara, who as I understand it, is a friend of yours had written her essay on the very same topic a few years ago."

You begin to sweat, realizing where this is going. "Well, I was talking to her and she may have mentioned it, and it's also based on books I love, particularly the role of women in these books...." you ramble trying to justify it.

"You must be wondering if I ran a plagiarism check. I did not. I think simply being similar wouldn't be enough proof, since the topic is the same, you would naturally quote the same passage and write similar ideas." You breath a sigh of relief, which causing a devilish smirk to appear on her face. She continued, "I did, however, check the properties of the file you submitted. And it says that the file was created by Sara, almost exactly 4 years ago!"

Oh shit. That was really stupid of you. You had edited the same file. Ms. Fox took a step closer to you, "To use a crass expression, John, I have you by the balls. Do you know what would happen if I report you. You would be expelled! That cushy job? Gone. Your scholarship? Well, if you know about the terms of it, failure to graduate - either by expulsion or dropping out means that you would have to pay them back all the money!"

You stand there flabbergasted. Surely she wouldn't ruin your life like that. You are just about to start begging, when you see her face soften. "Listen, I'm not a monster. I am just very disappointed by a bright kid like yourself doing something so stupid. So I will offer you a deal. Since when you cheat, you're not only cheating yourself, you're cheating the whole class, we can leave your fate up to the empowered women of the class. However, I want you to know 2 things - it will be embarrassing for you and the decision we take is one you will have to abide by."

Well, that's better than you could have hoped for. It's not like you have much choice. It's either an unemployed, debt-filled future, or some embarrassment and groveling. "I accept." you say, hanging your head in shame.

Ms. Fox smiles. "Alright, so in order to put our girls in an empowered state and to show you're really sorry, you're going to have to be brought down a peg. So Mr. Big Bad Senior, I'm going to need you to get naked!"