Jean didn't use to think that way about school, but so far her new life at St. Croix Baptist Academy was miserable. When she wasn't being insulted she was being leered at. The other girls didn't even bother talking about her behind her back. And the conservative faculty thought she was some sort of demon child. In fact, she had to sit behind a folding screen in American history class because her presence was deemed to be "disruptive to the decent students trying to pay attention."
What more could she do? Her tailored uniform that fit all the regulations was deemed to be "immodest." Her breasts refused to disappear under disapproving glares. And there was no sports bra on earth that was jiggle proof for gym class.
She ducked under the arc of a spitball and into room 170 for Calculus. Another spitball fired from inside the classroom stuck to her left breast. The students erupted in laughter. Jean sighed.
What more could she do? Her tailored uniform that fit all the regulations was deemed to be "immodest." Her breasts refused to disappear under disapproving glares. And there was no sports bra on earth that was jiggle proof for gym class.
She ducked under the arc of a spitball and into room 170 for Calculus. Another spitball fired from inside the classroom stuck to her left breast. The students erupted in laughter. Jean sighed.