You fight back hard for your happy ending!

You spend all of an hour wallowing in self pity before remembering you've pulled yourself out of worse pits than this one. You march back into your guidance counselors office and ask for another shot at an early release. Ms. Joan hems and haws about rules and regulations and finally you pin her down to the one in a million shot of winning the outstanding student award for the month, which to this date, has never been won at any SJC Campus by a quarantine student. It is as Miss Joan so eloquently explains, "Technecklee ellegible to all students, but awarded in practice to honor students."

One in a million is better odds than you've faced so far. You make it your mission win the coveted award and a chance to reconnect with your friends and make amends to Abby. You know it will be hard, but you feel like you have the advantage of experience. You have already fucked up so many different ways, and it's given you insight you can use to help your fellow failures.

You start with the dreaded Donnas. They are a sanctioned scourge on the school because administration decided they serve the purpose of giving students a chance to stand up for themselves. You decide they deserve a shot at more than that. They deserve a shot at redemption. You have the advantage of having both submitting to them and beating the spurts out of them so you've seen them as bullies and beaten. Having already won their grudging respect, you show them a slice of sweet, sensual sex that Sasha taught you, and soon they are ready to explore that kindness takes more strength than cruelty. They become Bathroom Buddies, a gang of girls that will watch out for bully bimbois while shy students use the restroom. The occasional sticky sweet suck sessions that occasionally break out are just an added benefit, and they certainly make you feel safer.

Your next target was the Anime Club. Sure, you got them to open up with each other, but they were still too scared and shy to explore outside their small circle. You know all hiding away alone or in a crowd, and you learned from Dee that sometimes visibility is the best way to stay safe. Instead of hiding in their boring outfits all day and becoming beautiful caged birds in the afternoon, you suggest they wear their cosplay to their classes and see how many people are the same kind of nerdy as they are. They are skeptical at first, but when you spend a day as Lily, a suckubus from the fighting/fucking game Darksuckers, they are amazed by how many people recognize you and compliment your cosplay. When you bring back a half dozen new members to the club, you find the rest of the adorable dorks eager to wear their nerdiness on their custom made sleeves.

Your advocacy doesn't end there. You help the custodian Sally with her **** **** with a lot of tough love that would make Becca blush. Sally looks a lot better with her new piercings, and she says the plug is really helping her focus, just like Greta showed you. Sally is on track to win employee of the month, if only she can stop staining so many student's uniforms with her spunk.

You even help Poppy, though she capable of benefiting from your outreach. Still, the faculty agreed that the rest of the student body does benefit from the Remedial Guest Teacher program. They can get a good look, and lick, and touch, and taste, and tickle of the kind of badly broken bimbois to avoid and to avoid becoming. They even find a few lost souls capable of finding their way back to the light with the proper care and compassion. In the short time you start up the program, you personally recommended two girls for readmission in the quarantine campus. It's too early to say for sure, but if Abby taught you anything, it was not to give up without a fight.

Your latest endeavor requires director level approval. You are suddenly shy when you see Samantha Jenkins herself decided to accept this interview and flew back to see what you had to say for yourself. You start with a stammer, "Welcome for having here! I mean...uhm thank...you...thank you for having me, and please excuse my nerves as this is my first time speaking before you not wearing restraints."

Samantha smiles despite herself and you continue more confidently, "This is a wonderful, life changing, even life saving institution. It takes in the flawed, the fearful, the fearsome, and the floozies. It finds the best in people while recognizing the worst and working to rebuild it. It can take a Bad Bimboi and give them the tools to become a good person..." Samantha seems skeptical, but pleased to hear her life's work lauded until you add, "but it's not doing enough."

Now you have her attention. Samantha leans forward and listens intently as you add, "If I knew the Samantha Jenkins Center for Lost Bois, Wayward Sissies, Wanton Women, and Stifled Studs, then I might have saved myself, and a lot of other people a lot of suffering. I believe our outreach operations are missing some of its most compelling advocates in the quarantined cuties in B Campus. Now, I know it seems to fly in the face of the purpose of isolating us illicit infectors to protect the public, but I am here to tell you I would not have recognized myself in the healthy happy bimbois in the main campus. Supervised outreaches would allow a glimmer of hope to the B Campus Bad Bimbois trying to better themselves and for the lost bois and others they meet that realize getting better involves fucking up more than once or twice along the way."

You finish your spiel and wait hopefully while Samantha sits inscrutablely. After what feels like a century she calmly responds, "It sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. If one student slips away, gets attacked, or Goddess forbid infects someone, then the entire institution will be at risk." You keep your head held high despite feeling the floor fall out from under you. You knew it was a risk presenting such a potentially perilous plan while trying to convince Samantha that you are ready to make wise decisions, but you don't see the point in fighting so hard, if it's just for you.

Samantha smiles and you feel ten degrees warmer and then she says, "So we will have to have you include your input on safety protocols for the board to go over. Unfortunately, you won't have as much direct contact with the quarantined students for their contribution, because you will be attending the main campus from now on." You leap across the desk and give her a great big hug and an even bigger kiss. She seems less surprised by your reaction than you are, but she probably gets it all the time.

You are too excited to worry about it, as all your energy and efforts have finally paid off...just in time for you to resume classes and fight even harder to make the most of your remaining time on main campus. Hell, at this rate, you might even graduate with honors...