Troublemaker Student
Isa is the new student in your class. She has been a troublemaker ever since her father married a different woman. She does all kinds of things to anger everyone, so her father decided to send her to a disciplinary school, famous for its strict methods of handling teens like Isa. As Isa's new teacher, how will you handle her?Isa just got her uniform delivered to her. She took the box and went to the living room, tossing it on her stepmother before going to her room. Just as she expected, her father came into the room with the box demanding her to try it on. She just sighed, took the box from him, and closed the door. As she opened the box and pulled out her new uniform her eyes popped out of her sockets. It was very short, shorter than a mini skirt, and the top had huge holes on both sides.
Isa just threw the uniform away and laid back on her bed when she heard her father yell at her. He wanted her to wear the uniform and come down right this instant, and she knew she had to obey or else he would just get her room door removed. She hesitated but tried to put it on. 'Did they send her the wrong size?' 'Were the holes made by mistake?' She thought to herself as she put on the uniform.
As she puts on the uniform and stands in front of the mirror, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her ample breasts were spilling out of the holes on the sides and the shirt didn't even hide her areola completely. The skirt barely covered halfway down her ass, exposing her thongs and a hint of her pussy lips. She grits her teeth and anger flames in her eyes. 'Is this a joke?' 'Were they playing with her?' She smirked and made her way down. If they wanted to play with her, she would play along.
Isa made her way down and sat on the couch wearing her revealing uniform, waiting for her stepmother or father to scold her. 'Oh, the uniform fits you well, honey,' her stepmother said, making her clench her fists, ready to spit venom, but then dad spoke. 'Good job honey. It's a good thing the uniform doesn't need alterations,' he said, making Isa understand the reality. The uniform was real and so was her situation right now.
A few days pass by and Isa now stands in front of her 'new' school, 'The Elite School of Discipline and Ethics'. Isa scoffs and makes her way into the school, lending a deaf ear to her father's words. She will have to spend a whole month in here before going back home for a holiday, and the administration guaranteed that the child will show changes after the first month in school. Isa was eager to see how they 'mold' her. She is ready to challenge the school as she walks into her classroom. Her revealing outfit barely bothered her anymore as she made her way into the back of the class. She didn't bother asking the teacher for permission either but just sat on an empty seat in the corner and started scrolling through her phone.
Vincent Yang bl
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“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
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