Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... Whittleton that you had come to class with a garment that disrespected the dress code, and when he told you not to, you suggested he was… you gave a very serious accusation,” Mr. Scott began. “But I would like to hear both sides of the story, so, go ahead and tell me what happened.”

Upfront communication, clear expectations, even stuff for me to refute. Ugh, what a gem. I didn’t lie, and told him the whole thing from my perspective, even the detail about me swapping the genders.

“…And at the end, I pointed out that none of the students even saw me yet before he pointed it out, so clearly it wasn’t just about how my male friends reacted,” I reasoned at the end. “He just saw me and came to his own conclusions. And, like,

yeah

, that

is

weird, especially since… I mean, look at me. I’m wearing a slightly smaller shirt. My whole body is covered though, and this is just a regular t-shirt, just a little small. So I totally did straight up ask him if he was distracted by an young female student wearing a slightly smaller shirt, and if he was, why he would point it out. I think that’s a fair fucking- oh, whoops, sorry.”

I only noticed then I was breathing heavily, and I felt flushed. I was actually upset. I kinda didn’t notice right up until then. Even in my head, I was just telling myself it was a game or whatever, but now, tears weren’t an impossibility if I didn’t calm down.

“It’s okay,” Scott soothed. “I assume that last word was going to be ‘point?’”

I ...

... nodded. “My other friends were there. They can back me up. He was being weird. I didn’t like it. If you’re looking at me and you think I seriously was dressing up like a sex object, then whatever, call my parents I guess.” I was looking down at the floor at this point.

Scott laughed a reassuring laugh to lighten the mood. “Now come on Ariel, we both know I’m not calling your parents over this. I’m sorry you were so upset by what happened. I think I will talk to your friends if that’s alright, not because I don’t believe you, but because right now it’s one person’s word against another’s.”

“Okay,” I said with a sigh, standing up. “I’m going to go to the washroom before going back to class if that’s okay. And, uh…” I gestured my hands down my body. “Can I really not wear

this

to school?”

Scott paused, looking at me – in the eyes, because he was such a class act. He eventually shrugged. “I personally wouldn’t…” he trailed off, then gestured at nothing with his hands. “…but I’ll leave it there. You haven’t broken any rules, and if a teacher condemned you with everyone in the class listening, you’re right, he shouldn’t have done that. You can tell teachers to talk to you in private if this happens again. You’re free to go.”

What a legend.

***

I returned to ComTech around halfway through the period after calming down. Annoyingly, Whittleton was still there, although I wasn’t exactly expecting him to be fired on the spot or something. I noticed that Drew was ...