“There you are, darling. My student.” She placed her hands on both sides of his face and gave him a tender kiss, taking in the transformation. “Shall we start your department?”
Tye nodded wordfully, completely consumed by the surreal experience. Jennifer went to their wardrobe and returned with the desperately sexy schoolgirl outfit she had purchased for tonight—the pleated plaid skirt hanging elegantly, the white button-down blouse tucked in, the collar popped, the thigh-high socks featuring frilled lace at the tops, well-balanced black shoes, and finally she perched the blonde ponytail wig atop his still full head of natural hair. Reflecting on both the overall and herself and her husband (really the silhouette), she added the finishing touches—a pair of white child’s suspenders over the shoulders and, finally, the whitest lace-patched garter gently.
