The school girl clothes were laid out on my bed. White panties, white knee socks, a white short-sleeve button down shirt, a short plaid skirt and a blue blazer; all a size small. I sighed before undressing from my jeans and t-shirt to put them on. Why do I have to look like a sixteen year old girl? At twenty one, I wish I had bigger breasts instead of 32A titties and a woman’s face like other girls on social media. I still looked the same as I did when I went to high school in my native Japan. I’m the typical Japanese girl; a petite body, fair skin, with long black hair. Nothing special. But then again, my looks are helping me pay for college and lifestyle here in the United States. As my friends here in the States say, it’s all good.
After dressing, I put a little sheer pink lip gloss on my little lips. I was now ready for Mr. Schaffer. I checked my bank account on my phone’s app to see he had transferred a thousand dollars into it. I was ready to go.