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Looking over her students’ work Ms. Rose couldn’t help but feel disappointed. All they had to do was write a simple five-paragraph essay, not anything major. But reviewing the very middling work she was given it appeared quite the opposite. “With how your fellow classmates treated this assignment I’m quite fearful to see what you did,” she said to her tights.

“Knowing you, you probably half-assed it, hell you probably only wrote one paragraph. Guess that means more time around my legs for you.” Rubbing her legs together she was almost happy that this happened. Beth did make a fantastic pair of pantyhose, it would be a shame to get rid of her this quickly.

After a few minutes, she had finally gotten to her essay. Looking it over she just shook her head. “I suppose this was to be expected, nothing but the most subpar work from you Ms. Beth. Now you’re definitely spending the next quarter, maybe even the next semester as my tights. Y’know, it suits you.” Ms. Rose told her.

“You're never great at anything else but your fashion, no you’re just my fashion. I guess I could make you into a lesson for my other students. Don’t do your work and you’ll find your way into my closet. In fact, I could probably up my class average that way. Get a few Ds on a test, a couple weeks as a shoe. Fail my class into the sock drawer with you.”

“In fact, that might work a little too well. I’d probably only do it in the extreme cases, I don’t want to get reprimanded after all. Y’know what, I’m betting that their parents would be on board with it, like yours. Guess I know my plan for next semester.”

“I’d have the perfect example, all I’d have to do was wear you to class, talk about your bad grades and all your classmates would be scared into better grades. There would probably be a few outliers but they’d get the same treatment as you, a couple weeks wrapped around their teacher's feet.”

“I almost wonder how it feels to be tights, wrapped around my legs and feet, the feeling of being worn in shoes, all that sweat absorbed into you, all those smells and tastes. You know, I might just try it out, at least during summer break. I still would have to wear students like you after all.”

“Anyway, I’m getting carried away. I still got essays to grade, lesson plans to make, and a list of students to transform to draft up. Guess I’ll talk to you soon.” Ms. Rose brought her attention back to Beth’s essay. Sure, it was five perfect paragraphs but, she still deserved to spend more time wrapped around her lower half with her previous grades and all.

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