I owe this to the assitance of the inimitable Cindy Belle (little_asian_cherry). She encouraged me to examine my issues through writing, getting me started by helping me to explore one of her own fantasies. Forgive my pale facsimile of her writing style, and thank you again, Cindy =).
Monday, Fifth Period, I Ace An Exam
"Sine cosine negative sine negative cosine" Wash my hair wash my pits wash my boobs wash my pussy...
"Thirty degrees is root three over two, forty five is root two over two, sixty is root four over two..." Dry my hair dry my pits dry my tits dry my pussy dry my butt dry my legs
"Sine squared plus cosine squared is one, one plus tan squared is..." Put on my bra... "cosecant?" put on my shirt... "no, secant? One plus cotangent is cosecant?" put on my skirt... "No, it's the other way..." Shit, which way does that one go? Can I just solve for... tangent is sine over cosine, so... one plus tangent is one over cosine? "Secant. It's secant."
I toss my gym clothes in my locker and grab my backpack, jogging lightly out of the locker room and off to my calc exam.
"Grab an exam and sit down..." I shuffle into the classroom with the crowd of students. "Grab an exam and sit down... Do not open your exams yet." The math teacher, Mr. Abelian, repeats himself at the flow of students from the head of class as I work my way to the back and take my usual spot. "Grab an exam and..."
I slide into my seat and pull a pencil out of my bag. "Sine secant cosine cosecant tangent cotangent..."
"I think it's sine cosecant, actually, Cindy," The guy next to me offers. I look quizzically at him.
"Shit, I think you're right..." I sigh.
"Alright, everyone," The math teacher raises his voice over the murmur of the classroom, "You have forty five minutes starting... now."
'Sine cosecant cosine secant tangent cotangent' I think to myself as I open the exam. Integral from... of sine x... The cosign of pi over three was... um... one half, root two over two, root three over two... wait, no, that's the other way?
I waggle my pencil at the air and it flips onto the floor away from me. "Shit" I whisper, pulling my knees up onto my seat and leaning over the connected side of the school desk. I can just... barely... got it.
I slip back down into my seat and glance over at the guy in the hoodie next to me, his eyes wide as he glances at my skirt. Oh, I guess he got an eyeful just now.
An eyeful of my...
Wait, this seat feels...
Am I not wearing...