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A Story by Queenliz…

I turned to my left and side to be going, only to hear him hold my hand and says,”Bring a date if you want, just not
Tina. I’d better get to class… Oh,
and one more thing…” He
hesitated, but I already knew
what was coming next. “Please
don’t tell anyone about last night,
okay? It could get us all kicked
off the football team.”
I was right. But truth be told, I
didn’t want them talking about it
either. I had used my switches
on everyone there, and I didn’t
want word to get out about that
either.
Every class was a torment, as it
hurt to just breathe, or even sit
there. Bending over my books
and taking notes was even a
chore. I got quite a few odd
looks from the massive bruise on
my jaw, but no one said a word
about it.
At lunch I was surprised to have
everyone but Richard and Tina
appear next to me, as I sat and
ate. I did notice Tina walk in, see
me sitting with everybody else,
and even at that distance, I could
see the sad look on her face. I
got even more stares from
people walking by, as it was odd
for so many from the football
team to be sitting next to a self-
avowed geek. Bent kept going
on about the party this weekend,
and everybody else offered me
their apologies. I just nodded
when it seemed appropriate, and
spoke as little as possible. I still
wasn’t feeling too sociable.
That is until I got into Prof.
Jane’s class, and noticed the
low-cut blouse, and knee length
skirt she was wearing. Normally I
sat towards the back, but when I
saw her, I chose to sit closer to
the front. Okay, I sat in the front
row. I told myself that it was only
because I wanted to see if my
switches had affected her the
same way they had Tina.
Prof. Jane eyed me as I sat
down, and I could have sworn
she even gave me a small smile. I
almost felt giddy, as I felt for her
switches, and sensed them still
there. I wondered how long the
switches could stay in someone,
and if they could be removed.
Based on the last time I had been
in her class, I knew I could
modify any switch I made, but I
haven’t tried removing any yet.
As an experiment, I made a
switch that would make the side
of her right bre*ast itch, and then
flipped it while she was lecturing
today’s lesson. I felt the switch
move, and I held it on for a bit. I
could see that she was getting a
little frustrated, though she made
no move to scratch it. After a few
minutes, she excused herself to
her office, and I could feel the
switch shudder, and realized she
must be scratching it. I flipped it
to off, and she came out of her
office shortly afterwards.
I watched her for a few more
minutes, and noticed that she
kept glancing at me too. I
couldn’t be sure if it was just
because she was lecturing
though, and tried to ignore it. I
concentrated instead on
removing the ‘itch’ switch I’d just
made, but it didn’t move. I spent
all class trying to get rid of it, but
the only thing I could do was
change where she itched when I
flipped it. Apparently once a
switch is made, it’s permanent.
The bell rang, announcing the
end of class, and I stood up, both
elated at my new discovery, and
disappointed by my failure.
“Oh, Mr. Smith, if you’ve got a
moment, I’d like to talk to you
about your last assignment.”
Prof. Jane’s voice halted me
just before I walked out the
door, and I turned to look at her.
Her cheeks seemed slightly
flushed, and her eyes seemed to
be fighting indecision, but she
waved me back to her office.
“What’s up?” I asked, and was
gratified to feel her ‘wet pusssy’
switch move as I spoke. Prof.
Jane was conditioned as
well, it seemed.
The older woman walked to her
desk, rifled through some
paperwork, and pulled out last
week’s assignment. She
indicated a chair for me to sit in,
while she sat on the edge of her
desk. I was able to get a good
look at her legs, and noticed how
smooth and unblemished they
looked. I wondered if she
worked out to keep them well
toned.
The professor cleared her throat,
and I realized I’d been staring at
her legs for too long. Guiltily I
looked up at her, but she only
smiled as she handed me the
assignment.
“It is pretty rare that anyone
does so well in my class,” she told
me. “The math I teach isn’t easy
for most students to grasp, but
you seem to handle it with ease.”
Her eyes scrutinized me, and I felt
like an experiment in a Petri dish
under a microscope. “In fact, you
seemed to pay very little
attention in my class, until today.”
I gulped, and knew she was
right. Normally I show up to class
just for attendance, and to turn
in assignments, but otherwise let
my mind wonder. I tend to study
the book a week in advance, and
rarely have any questions.

To Be Continued…

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