30. Make sure you wear something really sexy. Oh, by the way, I saw the lecturer in the bathroom after class, he looked really funny! All red in the c...heeks. I laughed as I unlocked my door. Our lecturer was about 33, tall, dark hair and quite attractive really. I put the note on my desk and had a shower. After I got out, I started getting ready. I did my make-up and hair first. I still had no idea what to wear. After chatting for a while, a friend helped me decide on a dress and some shoes. The. I was cured of what ailed me. The concussion was history. The wounds and sprains, strains and lacerations were healing or healed completely. Even the lash mark across my shoulder from Catwoman’s whip was a faint, greenish line. I took water from a nearby sink, wishing it were vodka. I downed several handfuls from the tap and took a deep breath. Feeling better, I sat back on the bed and looked for my clothes. In a bundle were the torn remains of my black shirt and pants. Beside them were neatly. It was a pair of big and very defined breasts. Even with the clothes I could notice the nipples marking the fabric, maybe the cold or something similar...My stomach now was straight, similar to the one of these girls on a commercial for gymnastics apparel. The waist was narrow, and looking again at the mirror I realized that this body was full of curves, because the fine waist contrasted with the wide and round hips. The legs were long and well shaped, and in their middle, it was that. Without me even realizing at the time, I had started having my first fantasies…The Bus ShelterMum used to let me play in the garden for hours on end without supervision knowing I would never go out of the front gate. Well she didn’t think I did but one day I got brave and ventured the few feet or so across the road to the middle of our crescent. There I found an overgrown piece of council ground with some sort of spooky single storey building in the middle. At first, I would only go in there.