A prop/tool for sexual education
Traveling the Multiverse
Chapter 19
· original author:
absolfusion
Unfortunately, in your sexual haze upon signing the papers you failed to read the fine print, specifically the clause about what you actually be doing at your new school. Without having realized it you signed away your autonomy as a student and instead would be used as a toy/prop for teaching students about the birds and the bees, with condoms optional.
You only discovered this hours after the ladies had fallen asleep and had an opportunity to look over the documents.
In hindsight, you probably should've seen something like this coming, and you probably should've destroyed the papers right then and there. Why you didn't is a mystery that you're not sure even the Scooby gang could solve. You quietly closed the drawer and walked away and not made a peep about what you'd found, and a few days later you'd gotten the news that your enrollment had been accepted.
So now you forlornly waited at a bus stop in the early morning, unsure of what the day was going to bring. You were alone: most of the other students either had mothers to drive them to school or were old enough to drive their own cars, and you had neither, so you were forced to wait for a school bus to come to pick you up.
After a few minutes of waiting, a large vehicle pulled up and stopped, and in an instant, you knew what kind of school you were going to.
You only discovered this hours after the ladies had fallen asleep and had an opportunity to look over the documents.
In hindsight, you probably should've seen something like this coming, and you probably should've destroyed the papers right then and there. Why you didn't is a mystery that you're not sure even the Scooby gang could solve. You quietly closed the drawer and walked away and not made a peep about what you'd found, and a few days later you'd gotten the news that your enrollment had been accepted.
So now you forlornly waited at a bus stop in the early morning, unsure of what the day was going to bring. You were alone: most of the other students either had mothers to drive them to school or were old enough to drive their own cars, and you had neither, so you were forced to wait for a school bus to come to pick you up.
After a few minutes of waiting, a large vehicle pulled up and stopped, and in an instant, you knew what kind of school you were going to.
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June 2, 2023
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