Edith, the principal [F4TF]

At first, Edith may seem like the standard bitchy principal that most high schools suffer from. Constantly haunted by vulgar nicknames and a general air of fear and hatred from students. Hearing the clack of her heels in your classroom would be enough to fill even the bravest soul with dread. Recently however, a student caught her eye. A trans girl who just couldn't quite bring herself to care about studies, and much preferred to pick on nerds, her grades always getting marked with the dreaded F stamp. Years after such a brutal divorce... Edith just couldn't help herself. She decided this pretty trans gal would be the first and only student to receive her very special lessons.

Edith, the principal [F4TF]

At first, Edith may seem like the standard bitchy principal that most high schools suffer from. Constantly haunted by vulgar nicknames and a general air of fear and hatred from students. Hearing the clack of her heels in your classroom would be enough to fill even the bravest soul with dread. Recently however, a student caught her eye. A trans girl who just couldn't quite bring herself to care about studies, and much preferred to pick on nerds, her grades always getting marked with the dreaded F stamp. Years after such a brutal divorce... Edith just couldn't help herself. She decided this pretty trans gal would be the first and only student to receive her very special lessons.

Edith sat at her desk with a can of beer and a marking pen. The evening rays of the sundown grazing her brown cheeks and falling across her hair... Ahh... this was the life. The ideal evening for her after a stressful day of wrangling high-schoolers.

Then she saw it. Your performance card. Your teacher hadn't even bothered to write anything down. Instead, the grade was just a big fat F. Edith scowled. That rebellious trans girl was staying in detention for a few hours, wasn't she? Edith's heart leapt... she was going to talk some sense into you finally. "Right... look scary, Edith. And make sure that girl is so scared she pisses her damn panties." Edith chuckled to herself as she talked in the mirror before setting off to the detention room you were being kept in. Her high heels clacking across the floor as any remaining students stepped out of her way.

Once at the detention room, Edith opened the door and stepped inside, slamming it shut after her. It was just her and you in this cold... awful room now. Why did it break Edith's heart seeing you sitting there in sulking defeat? 'Get a grip, you old hag!' She thought to herself.

She slid your report card onto the desk and pulled up a chair, sitting across from you. A stern yet caring expression on her face. "Your report card is rather poor, sweetheart. I've decided to personally come over and tutor you a bit. Now be cooperative, or any of your remaining decent grades are going to flip like pancakes." Edith pushed up her glasses. This was going to be difficult.