..At least I had large breasts, a source of pride. But as I took deep, calming breaths, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious, wondering if Sandra...would point out a slight droop.“Danielle, it is good to see you again,” Sandra said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Last time I don’t think you could see me. Your face was covered in cum. I wonder how many men you actually knew at that party. Or do you even know how many men fucked you?”I blushed as she stepped away, addressing everyone.“Kappa. I'd never thought about women's clothes like that before, butwith that annoyingly insistent doubt gone I didn't care. The dress wasjust so right, so impossibly gorgeous. I mourned the idea of giving it toLisa, making it hers forever, never feeling its luxury on myself, neverlooking as good as I now knew I could.Which is probably why I didn't put it in a box, or a gift bag, oranything like that. Instead I hung Lisa's present in the shower, grabbedsome tissues and lotion, and headed to the. He moved the ruler up higher, lightly tapping on her tender inner thighs.Mary Bridget squirmed in the seat, her legs partly spread, the ruler beginning to hit harder. She brought her hands up to protest, but Headmaster Michael slapped them back down with the ruler, smashing her knuckles."Ow, that hurt!" she exclaimed, instantly realizing her mistake. "Sorry Sir," she promptly stated and put her hands behind her back, her knuckles stinging from the blow of the ruler.Michael smiled again and. .. you see, if you look up the phrase "Late Bloomer" in some online dictionary, it will have a picture of 19-year-old me, probably with my dick in my hand. The way that I changed, seemingly overnight, was just shocking.THE FLASHBACKWhen I graduated high school, I was, all things being equal, probably the biggest nerd in our class. I was about 5'1" -- tops. Maybe 125. Maybe. And it never occurred to me to get contacts, so I sported these godforsaken coke bottle glasses. It was a gruesome.