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Two months after the start of the experiment.
My workday was coming to an end, and I was, as usual, wiping down the last desks in the biology classroom. The school corridors were already empty. The students had run off almost an hour and a half ago, the teachers scattered to their cars, and I was left here, finishing my usual cleaning routine.
My fingers automatically traced familiar circles on the sticky surface — three times clockwise, two counterclockwise. I liked it, and it kind of felt like a ritual, plus, after this, the desks always shone. I sighed, adjusting my tight bra, and caught myself thinking that I no longer noticed its pressure.
— Well, pani Kowalska, don't linger, — the security guard smirked as he passed by. — The school will close soon.
— Tak, tak... — I mumbled, smiling absentmindedly and wiping my hands on the hem of my uniform. The tight blue cleaning suit no longer felt as uncomfortable as it did during the first weeks of working here, but I was still looking forward to the moment when I could take it off and change into my usual dress.
I glanced at the empty corridors and headed to the storage room, where I had a small room to change. The evening light seeped through the dirty little window, reflecting off the shelves with cleaning supplies. I closed the door behind me and sighed, leaning my back against the cold metal.
I thought for a moment: it would be interesting to be back in school, but as a student, not a janitor. Funny, but I actually wanted to try it. Although... I had been a schoolgirl once, right? Or... No. Wait. I remembered the first time I came to an American school — still as Mike. Damn, why do those memories feel so wrong? As if I was always Apolonia, but at the same time, I definitely knew I had been... someone else. "The paradox of memory." Yeah, that's what they called it. God, how thankful I was to Marek — he's such a good guy. If it weren't for him, I probably would've ended up in a psychiatric ward with all these "Mike-Mike" thoughts in my head.
But I had Marek. My Marek. A little more and I'd be home. A warm dinner, a shower... and probably another wild night.
I smiled, running my fingers across the dusty surface of the table in the storage room. It was a strange, but warm feeling — knowing that someone was waiting for you, that someone cared. Even though sometimes he could be harsh, he always supported me. I didn’t have to explain why I was nervous or why I came home a little down sometimes. He just knew.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I automatically pulled it out. Marek.
"My dear, I'm finishing early today. Do you want me to pick you up?"
A warm wave washed over me. I sighed tiredly and leaned against the storage room wall. He finished early today, which meant I wouldn’t have to walk home. Great news. Although, of course, he could've just waited for me at home, but Marek liked these unexpected gestures. It was nice. I looked at my hands — I should wash them before taking off the suit, oh, I wonder if I'll have time before Marek arrives. A second later, a playful smile appeared on my face, and my fingers started typing.
"It seems you'll have to wait for me, Pan Kowalski, I have an exam in... — I hesitated at first, embarrassed to send this sarcastic joke, but I added, — ...cleaning. The teacher said that if I don’t pass with 'excellent', I’ll have to retake it, and he also gave me so much homework."
I giggled, imagining Marek frowning at the screen, trying to understand my tone. Lately, I had been teasing him often, testing his limits. He was sharp, a bit rough, but I had learned to tell when his harshness was real and when it was just a game.
Marek seemed to pause, because he didn’t reply right away. The phone in my hand was warm, and I started to worry he might not have understood the joke, but then the screen flickered, and a message came:
"An exam, you say? Pani Nowak, isn’t it a little late for a retake?"
I even jumped a little in surprise when I read it. Pani Nowak, that’s... That’s Apolonia’s maiden name, oh, I mean, mine! Haha, what a guy he is! Is he actually playing along? The thought sent a light shiver down my spine — pleasant, with a slight hint of embarrassment. I unconsciously bit my lip, feeling something warm and almost forgotten stir inside me.
Well then, if he’s playing, I’ll play too.
I typed my reply:
— Panie profesorze, przepraszam... — I added an emoji with a guilty face. — I tried, really! But English is too hard, and I just can't do it.
Marek’s reply came almost immediately.
— God, pani Nowak... What should I do with you? You're the most troublesome student. Maybe you should stay after class? Extra lessons?
Nowak? Oh, that’s Apolonia’s maiden name, ugh, I mean, mine! God, that’s cute. And it actually made me a little amused. Usually, Marek was more... straightforward. Not rude, no, but he didn’t play these kinds of games. And now he suddenly decided to joke? Honestly, it was fucking hilarious.
— Oh, pan Kowalski... — I pretended to pout, though he couldn’t see me. — I’m so embarrassed! I don’t want a retake... I really tried...
And then I realized my fingers were typing something even more playful.
— Maybe... maybe I could somehow make up for my mistake? — I held my breath before hitting "send."
For a few seconds, the screen stayed dark, but then a reply came.
— Make up for it? — Marek wrote shortly. — And how? Do you, pani Nowak, have something in mind?
God, why do I feel so hot? My face was already burning, and my breasts under the tight suit felt heavy, warming from some new, silly, but strangely pleasant game. I swallowed, and my fingers were already typing the next message.
— Well... I can be a good student. Very, very diligent...
I gripped my phone in my hands, squeezing my legs together, feeling the heat building inside. God, what’s wrong with me?! I’m just joking, right? Just teasing him. I didn’t mean to take it seriously... and yet, the thought that Marek was reading my messages made my stomach tighten with tension.
The reply came a minute later.
— Very, very diligent? — Marek seemed to be savoring the words. — Pani Nowak, I think you’re trying to cheat again. Maybe I should give you a failing grade?
I bit my lip. This was already… not just a game.
My breathing quickened, and without thinking, I lifted my hair and tied it into two pigtails, securing them with the thin rubber bands I always carried. The reflection in the dingy mirror of the storeroom suddenly seemed different — playful, almost provocative. I quickly took a picture and sent it to him.
— Do I look like a good student now? 😇
Marek read it immediately.
— You… — His message was cut off, as if he didn’t know what to say. But a second later, another message came. — Fuck… Polya, do you even realize what you’re doing? I’m already on my way.
I giggled, almost dropping the phone. God, how much I was buzzing right now from this silly, sweet mix of arousal and mischief. He was worked up. It was obvious. I even imagined Marek sitting in his car, gripping the wheel tight, his foot already pressing the gas pedal, breaking all the damn traffic rules. Just the thought that he was rushing to me, that he was so... eager, made everything inside me flip.
Quickly, almost feverishly, I started unzipping my jumpsuit and took out the rubber bands from my pigtails. The sticky fabric, after a long day, stuck uncomfortably to my skin, especially on my back where the sweat had gathered from the heat in the storeroom. I groaned, trying to pull the zipper down with one hand, but the fabric stubbornly caught. Fuck, what the hell…
— Shit, — I exhaled, finally yanking off the heavy jumpsuit, feeling my breasts, freed from the tight fabric, shiver slightly.
I swallowed. Breasts. Fuck, my fucking breasts. They were still too big, too… sensitive. Especially now that I was so worked up. I ran my hands over my skin, and at the light touch, my nipples hardened. God. God, what’s happening to me? Why does the thought of Marek speeding here make everything inside me pulse?
The heat was driving me, my hands shaking as I pulled on my usual dress. A bra? Yeah, better take it off, it would just get in the way. The soft lace slid down, and I quickly tossed it into the locker before I could second-guess myself. The fabric of the dress slid smoothly over my skin, hugging my hips.
Shoes. Shit, where are my shoes? I grabbed them, pulling them on as I snatched my bag, shoved my phone inside, and rushed out of the storeroom, feeling like a teenager sneaking out of class for a date.
— Where are you rushing off to, pani Kowalska? — the guard called out, lazily leaning against the wall by the exit.
I turned around, not hiding my satisfied smile.
— Didn’t do my homework, pan guard! Teacher Marek said if I don’t fix it, he’ll make me retake it! — I giggled and waved my hand, not slowing my pace.
He shook his head, smiling, and I ran out into the school yard, where, already in the twilight, I saw the familiar dark SUV on the curb. The headlights flashed as I approached, and my heart did a strange leap. God, what’s wrong with me? I really am acting like some love-struck fool girl.