Its the start of the school day and im sitting in my teachers chair. In the classroom, two students are seated at each of 8 large tables, 2 columns of 4 stretching back into the classroom. Each of the students is a young teen girl, wearing the school outfit: A pink mini-skirt so short it has no point, red or pink panties, and a near-transparent white shirt that has the audacity to have a v-neck even though you can clearly see each set of nipples on each girl.
The bell rings and i mentally prepare myself. Its only my first day of this investigation, and i already could incriminate the lives of nearly a hundred men and save a couple hundred girls, and be the leading journalist and feminist of this century. Why do they look so happy? They chat so casually, not embarrased at all. Maybe they are simply used to it. They deal with it.
The speaker in the room makes a click. The girls and me all rise, our breasts bouncing without bras.
“Girls, We will now say the pledge of community.” I believe thats the head master’s secretary on the line.