Sadie’s lab is very hands on

I stand there flustered for a moment. I want to talk about Marley’s overtly sexual ways of helping me stretch. I want to talk about him helping with my injections. I want to talk about trying to flirt while still feeling less than confident as a girl. But after a moment and realizing I don’t have time to cover one of these subjects, let alone all of them, I simply nod, turn around, and head into my room. I pick out a long skirt… or rather, as it ends above my knees, long compared to all the other mini skirts Sarah purchased… and a lacy but simple blouse. I ditch the thong and pick out a pair of black bikini panties and a matching bra. Happy that this will fit into the general student vibe, I head into the shower and get cleaned up.

Once I’m clean I step back into my room and see all my clothes have been changed out. Growling on the inside, I look over what Sadie has picked. A ‘barely there’ pink thong and matching shelf bra that’s going to put my breasts up on display. A short, hip hugging, white skirt with a white lacy crop top that’s low cut enough to have tons of cleavage and small enough to show plenty of my belly. She’s added a pair of pink thigh high stockings and a pair of chunky white heels.

I consider heading out to discuss Sarah’s clothing options as is, but I know I’m not going to exactly be able to articulate my argument well when I’m only wearing a chastity cage. Sighing, I slip into the clothes, hating that I love the feeling of the stockings being rolled up my smooth legs. When I’m dressed, I head out and see Sarah in the kitchen typing away on her laptop. “Hey… why did you change my clothes out?” I spread my arms wide, indicating them “Don’t you think this is a little over the top for school? I mean, you didn’t wear clothes like this when I saw you on campus.”

Sarah doesn’t even look up at me. “True, but I wasn’t hiding. You are. Do you want someone to see a femmy version of that Nick kid who is normally at lab? Or do you want them to see the sexy new chick? The girls will be jealous, the guys will be getting hard in their pants, and the last thing on anybody’s mind will be Nick.”

She finally looks up at me, overtly checks out my clothes before nodding, and looks me in the eye. “Dressed like this, I don’t think anybody is even going to remember Nick. I mean, I want to take you into the bedroom and rip the clothes off you, so I imagine anybody else in the lab should be thinking the same thing. In fact, outside of your streams, you should be your sexiest when you’re in class.”

With a final nod Sarah goes back to her laptop and starts typing. “Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re not the only student here. I have my own homework to do. You can take my car if you’d like… I don’t imagine you’re quite ready to go on public transportation.”

I’m once again **** to agree with Sarah’s assessment. I absolutely don’t want to be seen as Nick. And while I’m fairly sure with my new curves, breasts, lips, and hair style no one is going to see a boy, let alone me, why risk it?

With a final huff I say “Fine” before turning and heading back. Sitting at Sarah’s vanity I put on my makeup. I was going to go with an everyday look, but it would now look silly with these clothes on so instead I put on something more similar to my streaming look. I take extra time to make my lips look good with some pencil, a new lipstick, and even some extra gloss. Once I’m happy with my face I decide to go all out and put my hair up into its twin ponytails. If I’m going to remind people of a streamer girl, I may as well look like Princess BabyDoll.

Happy with the look I pack my backpack… a violet and pink Mewkledreamy backpack… and grab Sarah’s keys. Getting in the car it takes me a moment to adjust the seat and figure out how to properly reach the pedals in heels. Once I’m set, I drive off to campus.

Walking across campus is an odd mixture of familiar and strange. Everything else is the same, but I can see I’m making a different impression on those around me. I get many more looks from guys and even looks from girls. When I get into the lab I check in, signing my ‘Sadie’ name as Sarah and I planned, and gather the required safety equipment. I’d always picked the standard blue gloves but only hesitate a moment before picking out a pair of the pink ones. In for a penny, in for a pound. Once my lab coat and other safety equipment is on I find a station and pull out my notes.

Somewhere between getting the diffraction grating spectroscope set up and collecting the needed solutions, Sadie and Nick and Sarah and streaming and bras and lips and hair all fade away. My mind completely focuses on the tasks at hand. I got through the first part of the experiment without problem but the titration of the solutions was proving more difficult. I had to scrap everything and start over three times, but it was still all good. It felt good to be doing something normal again. That was until I felt his hand on my waist.

A voice from behind me accompanied his light grip on my side. “Hey girl, I see you’re having problems. Why don’t I help out? Which experiment are you working on?”

I immediately grew angry. How dare this random guy come over here and touch me in this familiar way. Not only that, but he assumes I need help and will accept it from him. And ‘girl’!? Screw this guy. Turning around I’m already preparing a scathing tongue lashing that will make this guy bleed from his ears when I stop, frozen in my tracks. I was expecting one of my fellow students, not the graduate assistant Todd.

Todd covered any lecture that Professor Green didn’t actually teach herself. He was smart, cocky, and covered most of the lab periods helping out the under grads like me. Or rather, he focused his attention and help on the coeds. I’d never been able to get his attention, let alone help. Now, here he was with his hand on my waist leaning in with an inviting smile as he started to read my notes.

His hand remained where it was, rubbing up and down a bit as he stepped closer. “Ah, yeah this one can be tricky. If you don’t focus on the titration you can mess up the whole experiment. I give you points, however, for realizing you didn’t do it right. Let’s see if we can get it done together, m’kay?”

He wasn’t even giving me a chance to agree to the help before he stepped in closer, now standing close enough to press up against me while he reached around and started re-arranging my solutions. He was even talking down to me, as if I didn’t understand the experiment. “You have to be careful of these. Mix them up and no amount of proper technique will save you. See, just ill up a burette with your solution being sure to write down which solution your using…”

Todd kept going, occasionally guiding my hand into doing the work but more often just doing it himself while lecturing, as if he were teaching a class of one. A class of one that he had trapped between the lab counter and his body while rubbing her side. I tried to think of ways to get out of this intolerable situation, but I knew I couldn’t exactly call attention to myself, and I’d seen other girls succumb to Todd’s similar attentions before. He ended up breaking me out of my thoughts by wrapping his arm more tightly around me, tickling his fingers on my bare belly, and saying humorously “Hey, earth to Sadie! I’ll help with the experiment, but you have to at least write down the results.”

Snapping back to the present I **** a smile and write down the reaction outcome in my notes. Happy that I was again paying attention, Todd continued his private and very hands on lesson. Accepting that I couldn’t get out from his grasp without making a scene, I played along and let him finish the experiment. He remained and ‘taught’ me the entire time… two hours. Two hours of having his hands on my waist, my hip, or worst my belly. Two hours of his making bad jokes and me giggling like a schoolgirl at them. Two hours of him covering the lecture material as if I hadn’t heard it. And two hours of him doing my work for me with me just acting as a stenographer.

When we were finally done Todd physically turned me around and pressed my rear into the counter as he placed his arms on either side of me. “So, cutie, I think you can write up your paper with these notes. Do you think you can clean up? Or do you want me to stay and help you some more?”

The lecherous grin on Todd’s face told me exactly the kind of help he wanted to give. After suppressing a disgusted shiver, I put my smile back on and reply “No, I appreciate you staying and helping Todd. I’m, like, sure I can get all this cleaned up.”

Todd nodded and, before I could even marvel at the audacity of his action, leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. It wasn’t any more than a quick peck, but it was the first time in my life I’d ever been kissed by a boy. As Todd pulled away, he was obviously happy with whatever stunned expression I had on my face as he strutted off like the cock of the walk, saying over his shoulder “Then hurry up with it, the lab’s closing in a few minutes!”

It took me several moments to get myself under control. I couldn’t specify any one emotion as many were racing across my psyche. Anger at being treated this way. Disgust at being kissed by a boy. Disappointment for not standing up for myself. But most of all, humiliating emasculation as I not only let all this happen… I dressed and acted in a way that invited it. Right or wrong on Todd’s part to act without consent, I still invited it and didn’t stop him.

When I was finally able to handle the equipment and solutions without damaging or spilling any, I quickly got my station cleaned up. With my notes in my backpack, I started on my way out, noting that only Todd and I remained. He was obviously waiting for me and I prepared myself for anything as I doubt he’d let me just walk out and leave. Once I approached the exit he stood up and got in the way. “Hey, I was looking over the previous labs, wondering how I’d missed out on such a cutie as you and saw that you haven’t attended a Wednesday lab before. Did you just transfer in or were you coming on a different day?”

Thinking quickly, I immediately tossed the idea of saying I’d just transferred in. I can’t imagine someone transferring into a class like this halfway through. That made his question feel like a trap. I knew he didn’t cover all the lab sessions but didn’t know which ones. The lab was open each weekday outside of Tuesdays so that left me at least a thirty three percent chance of guessing right. “Yeah, I’ve been attending the labs on Thursdays. My work schedule shifted so I, um, have to attend the Wednesday labs from now on.”

I added a smile, looking over Todd’s face to see if he bought the falsehood I was selling. He took a moment to consider and finally just shrugged. “That makes sense. Well, I look forward to seeing you next week. You add a lot of color to an otherwise drab lab. No pun intended.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until Todd reached out and ran his fingers through one of my ponytails. Color. Pink. Me. While feeling like I could punch the idiot I stayed the course and **** a giggle out. “You’re funny Todd. Like, yeah… I’ll see you next week!”

Todd slipped out of the way and let me pass. Thinking that this couldn’t get any worse, having a GA with his focus on me during every lab for the rest of the year, I let out a surprised “EEeeep” when out of the blue my thoughts were shattered by Todd’s hand landing on my ass in a spank. It wasn’t painful by any means but… he slapped my ass!!??

By the time I’d turned around he had the door closed and I heard him locking up the room. Not wanting to confront him and not trusting myself to keep either my humiliating or raging thoughts in my mind and not manifesting into actions, I rushed back to the car and headed home.