C’s Get Degrees…

“Oh shit…”

Staring down and seeing that grade on his desk was making me sick to my stomach. Mr. Phoenix’s words echoing in my ear about what exactly would happen to me if… well, if this happened! D’s are better than F’s, sure, but this wasn’t exactly the A+ paper I had promised!

“Miss Lee…” Dean Phillips said as he slid the paper across his desk, as if to try and push it into my face more. “I’m sorry to say this, but you got the worst grade in the class.” He said with a small sigh, before sitting up straight and meeting my eyes again. “Not to mention your actions following the actual test? If you were any other student I’d have you expelled.”

My head dropped, staring down at my feet below his desk. I stared at the stupid heels I was wearing, the type of heels I’d be forced to wear for the rest of my life now. God they were so uncomfortable, do you think I’d get used to them?

“Luckily for you, due to X-Change bylaws, you are considered to have a disability and therefore given an IEP to help explain all of the…” He hesitates for a second, and I could feel his eyes staring at my chest, before he pulls away. “Behavioral aspects of this.” He says as he straightens his tie. “However, your particular case does not give you any changes to your grades.”

I stare down at the test again, my mind racing of a million different options… do I need to go back to college? Start all over? God with these new urges will I even be able to focus long enough to get through school again?

“Mr. Phillips… sir?” I say quietly as I raise an eyebrow and meet his gaze again. “Is there anything I can do to qualify for a retake?” I ask, my voice soft, almost a whimper, as I tried to think. “I… I didn’t take the test seriously the first time. I think it’s a behavioral aspect of my recent dosage.” I say, trying to work around my recently given IEP for another chance, my voice still soft and ready to burst into tears. “Is there anything I can do to get another chance?”

That’s when I noticed it… his eyes, again, gave his tell. He was staring at my chest, his cheeks slightly more red, and I could tell he wasn’t listening to me speak right now. I glance down to my chest and, with a small smirk, glance up to meet his eyes again.

“Let me… repeat that…” I say, as I reach down and start to pull up my shirt, letting my tits fall and bounce freely in front of him.

“Is there anything I can do, sir?” I say with a quick giggle, subtly bouncing in the chair once to make my tits jiggle teasingly in his face as I bit my lip hard.

“I’m gonna get in trouble here, aren’t I?” Dean Phillips said as he stared me down, a small smirk leaving his lips as well as he took a moment to delve into every inch and curve of my lewd body, and I could feel myself starting to win him over.

“That’s up to you, sir.” I say, emphasizing that last word with one more bounce and jiggle right in his face. He let out a quick sigh as he let his urges take over, staring down at my chest, before he leaned back.

“Come here then, Miss Lee.”