She'd had relationships with men, it wasn't that she was against sex, she assured herself as she pulled on the pussy-hugging white panties. But they had all been such disappointments. If that was sex, then Aurora could do without it. In fact, she hated it. They just put her on a bed, stuck their cocks in and fucked her for a few minutes at most, and then filled her lovely little pussy with that horrible cum. It was disgusting and after a few attempts, Aurora gave it all up.

She put on the quarter-cup, white bra. White was for the new teachers. At some point, she had been told, she would move onto red and then black and then whatever she wanted. But that was a long way away.

Then came the white blouse, cut very low, almost to her nipples. The effect had made Aurora very embarrassed when she met the other teachers, it was almost as if they were flaunting their tits, legs and asses.

The tight white skirt was pulled in at the waist by the wide belt. The hem of the skirt barely covered her stocking tops and made her even more embarrassed. With the white, five-inch heels as a final touch, Aurora stood and realized that she hated what she looked like. Her lovely blonde hair, falling around her face to her shoulders, set off her soft, pouting lips in the deep shade of red lipstick she wore, the high cheekbones, her wide-set hazel eyes and her slightly turned-up nose.

Aurora's tits were high, thrusting out. The quarter-cup bra accentuated her cleavage. Her slim waist led down to the luscious swell of her ass and her long, curvaceous legs.

She picked up the thin cane that all teachers had to carry everywhere and looked at it. There was no way she would ever be able to use this on the girls. She would gain their respect that was the way to teach.

Breakfast was the next humiliation. The hundred or so girls looked at her and the teachers chuckled at her discomfort as she sat down. She was blushing furiously by the time it was over and she went to her assigned class.