The drama classroom has no desks. It's all low couches, pillows and cushions on the floor, changing screens, and trunks full of costumes. As the group of twenty high school girls enters your classroom, you see that they are all beautiful. Every one, blonde, brunettes, redheads. Redhead twins, giggling together at the back. Every girl is tall, lean, athletic, with flashing eyes, bright smile, and pert little teenaged breasts. They all look fantastic in their school uniforms, neckties, plaid skirts and knee socks. You enjoy the look of confusion on the girls' faces as they look around the unusual classroom.
"Welcome to Drama, girls. I'm Mr. anderson. I believe you'll find Drama isn't like your other classes. In here we het to relax, and cut loose a bit. So you don't need to wear your uniforms. Put on any costume you want from the trunks. You can change behind the screens."
You lounge on one of the low couches, and watch the young schoolgirls silhouettes changing through the translucent screens. Your students giggle and whisper as they strip out of their school uniforms and try on different costumes. When they come out from behind the changing screens, one by one, you make each teenager dance for you in her costume.
The costume selection was admitedly limited. Most of the girls are dressed in lacy princess nightgowns, slinky fairy dresses. A few a dressed as french maids, nurses, or arabian slavegirls. A young blonde cop, and a cavegirl in a leopard print bikini. The redheaded twins are wearing short white nighties, with white bows around their necks, white stockings, and white kitten ears and tail. They all dance beautifully for you."
"Great. Now that you're all in costume, go ahead and sit down anywhere, on the couches, cushions or the floor." The girls gather around you, the two redhaired twin sisters sitting on either side of you on the couch, the other girls mostly sprawling on pillows on the floor at your feet. |