Indulge a fetish

John smiled as she strolled into the altered high school, pulling off her sneakers to reveal black nylon stockings. All around her other girls were doing the same, sporting various colors of hosiery under short shorts and miniskirts.

"Indulging in your little nylon kink?" John asked quietly as he paced along beside her down the newly carpeted hall.

"What good is power -and bisexuality- if you don't have a little fun with it?" John asked mirthfully. "Hey Lisa!"

"Hey John," The buxom blonde said glumly. "I hate these stupid dress regulations. They're so objectifying."

"I don't mind."John replied. "I mean it's not like we have to wear uniforms or something."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "So because some rich cheerleader tries to sue the school district when she sprains her ankle on a freshly waxed floor means the rest of us have have to pay for her stupidity? What the hell was she doing wearing six inch heels in high school anyway?"

John smiled knowing that the new Lisa was always like this, feeling that school's decison to carpet the hallways and classrooms in response to the threatened lawsuit was the worst form of capitulation possible for a blatant violation of common sense. The accompanying regulation forbidding girls to wear shoes of any sort outside of gym and shop classes also galled her, and she was heading a movement to have the regulation reversed. Sadly the school's decision to go with the lowest bidder to lay down the carpeting meant that the final product, while incredbly plush, built up a static charge at an unprecidented speed, meaning the poor girls were getting jolted left, right, and center. They were, as a whole, understandably irked about the whole thing. After some trial and error it was found that nylon stockings dissapated the charge before it could discharge, and the word swiftly passed through the female body. Most girls adopted the long leggy look simply to make the best of a bad situation. "Come on, Lisa. You can indulge your sense of moral outrage later. We gotta get to first period."

"Chemistry with Mr. Pendleton." Lisa confirmed as John gave the world another slight twist. "That is such a drag but when you gotta go, you gotta go." Lisa leaned over and gave John a quick kiss on the lips. "See you at lunch?"

"Um, yeah." John said as Lisa jogged away. "What did you do?"

"A subtle prod to pique her interest in you."John answered. "You're my brother and she's my best friend. I know you'll take care of each other. Gotta go!"

John jogged through the classroom door as the bell rang. "Cutting it close there, Miss Doe" Mr. Pendleton said turning to face the class.

"Sorry Mr. P," John said sliding into her seat. "So what are we doing today?"

"Independant study, group assignments." Mr. Pendleton replied. "This will be worth 75% of your final grade, and it's all or nothing, meaning if one of your group fails to perform, all of you recieve a failing grade." There were many disgruntled murmurs among the students, but Pendleton silenced them with a raised hand. "Likewise the reverse is true. Even the worst of you can turn your grades around enough to pass if you put some serious effort into this project. And before you get the bright idea of working together with your friends or browbeating the more intellectual among us into doing the project for you... I have already taken the liberty of assigning you partners." He held up a sheaf of papers with names written on them, a moment before walking around the room and passing them out. "I'll be giving your group assignments to the person I believe is most responsible, but you will have to work out your own internal hierarchy.

John swore softly as a paper landed face down on her desk.