Thea Miller arrived home

Thea Miller

I came home from today's lesson and was totally confused. This 2 lessons today were totally weird.

'The behavior of Tanja...' I said absently.

Out of nowhere, I slapped my face. I stood still for a moment thinking and had no clue what just happened with me. I walked to the mirror and saw my red cheek. It doesn’t hurt much, but I felt it. Why would I do that? Shaking my head I went to my sleeping room.

'What was wrong with this girl....' I couldn’t even think the word 'today'. And again, I slapped my face. I was completely stunned and looked around with a bit fear coming up. What was wrong with me?

Was this, feeling that she’s the more natural leader really that strong inside myself? That I would even slap my own face??? I...needed….to try it.

"Tanja..." My hand rose upwards and slapped my face again. What was happening with me? With anger and no thinking about that ‘new situation’, I said out loud:

"What is wrong with me. What did Tanja..."

This time I slapped myself a bit harder. Ouch! I rubbed my cheek! What did we talk about? In private it was more appropriate to address her as Ms Watson.

"Ms Watson" I said out loud...and...no slapping.

This must be the natural order she was talking about? And it...felt right actually. But I never saw Ms Watson behaving like that? Maybe I was wrong about her. I knew, she was a good student, not outstanding, but a good one with a nice attitude. It looks like, that from now on I have to be careful, when I think or talk about her.

As I walked by my mirror, I saw my reflection. It was ok, I thought...but was it good enough for Ms Watson? I looked into the mirror and checked myself…

I went directly to the dressing room. Which had a mirror too. I took of my 8cm Heels and looked for my 10cm Heels. When I remember right, she said something about minimum 10cm High Heels. So I put them on. I looked into the mirror. And yes, it was definitely better. I had a good feeling about it. But will she be satisfied... I stopped within the sentence. Really...satisfy? Why do I think about satisfying..Ms Watson? Maybe I didn't recognize, how mature she had grown in the last years? And Ms Watson, should be treated with right amount of respect, when I looked at my red cheek.

'She said minimum 10cm Heels.' In Math, when you talk about minimum, it’s not a problem to get...higher.

So I took the 12cm Heels and looked in the Mirror. Yes, that's it, Ms Watson will like that. But...maybe with my special Heels....no, these are not for university!

But what about my clothes? Did I wear the right ones today? I mean, she didn't said anything about them? I have to be careful, today I had 8cm Heels instead of 10cm. She wasn't angry or something like that? But you don't say something like that, when you're pleased and everything is fine.

Do I have the right clothes in my wardrobe? Would she be displeased, when I got the wrong clothes in it?

Ok, I have to make a list of all my clothes I possess. I don't have her contact and can't ask her today.

Tomorrow I will show her the list and ask her, if...she had any idea what I should wear the next time. To...please Ms Watson and....satisfy her! I hope, a blouse and a skirt is good enough for her tomorrow!?! Today she didn't said anything about my clothes, so I think...Ms Watson was....satisfied...with me?

With this thought, a little arousal formed in my...lower area. And it felt good.

Authors Note: I know, the normal way is to show in the next chapter, what Route was choosen. But I liked the chapters when you see how the woman try to come clear with the new situation. But as you already read it, one of the 2 traits, you know by now. ;)

Thank you, for reading my story!