I will make you an appointment for this afternoon."I still had not got used to being a Prefect, and seeing other kids scurry out of my way as I walked...down the corridors. But what was stranger was the girls.Yes, I understood that I was now of age, marriageable if you like. But it was as if I had glitter dust sprinkled over my hair. Every girl seemed to be aware of me as I walked past. All the younger ones stared, and if I actually looked back, giggled and huddled with their friends. Just out of. .. Your hair..." Change?" I asked blankly, not liking the sound of that.Since my Mom seemed a bit too shocked to be of much help, I went to thebathroom to see why she was going on about my hair. When I looked inthe mirror, I let out a gasp of surprise. My hair was all severalinches longer than normal, not to mention it was violet."What the hell?" I demanded, pulling on my hair and proving it wasreal. I stuck my head under the faucet and tried washing it quicklybut the violet color didn't. Patty excitedly increased the pace of her tongues' stroking of Collette's clit. Her own virginal pussy's sensitivity had meant that she'd been pretty much at Collette's mercy in their prior couplings. Collette could bring her off so easily that she had to wait until the older girl finished feasting on her body, before she could then manage to hold her down long enough to return the favor.It looked like this could be the first time that Patty would manage to turn the tables, and she intended to. He looked up as we came into the room."Ah Mr Rivas, I've read some fantastic things about you. First classshot. Hand to hand combat instructor. Strong. Willful. Loyal. A mastertactician. Your commanding officers have nothing but the up most respectfor you" The man said. He paused and I tried to size him up. He wasaround 50 years old, graying but in good shape for his age."You also donot seem very close to your family. You don't visit often. You rarelycall and you never email them. Why is that?.