Eyes closed, I submerged my face into the sink. My hands moved constantly without rest, scrubbing hard as if to wash away the tiredness. Once I could feel the refreshing cold seep through my skin, I pulled back.


    Before me was a mirror, which held the image of a striking young girl with large, watery blue eyes, ashy blonde hair and a face too innocent for its own good.


    My current appearance, however, completely betrayed that looks. I had what could only be described as sex hair. My clothes were way more than just a little disheveled and I was pretty sure that my underwear was torn.


    In my defense, I looked perfect when I left the house this morning, but it was a rough and long bus ride, though I must admit, I did enjoy it a tad bit too much.


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    Fortunately, it was near the time to go to class, meaning there were less people around and I could have the bathroom for me and me alone.


    Smilling to myself, I wiped the white substance running down my thigh, then proceeded to rearrange my clothes in a hurry. Next, I checked my black silk thong, noting that it was still suitable for wearing, albeit a bit wet, sticky and torn near the crotch.


    Done, I looked at myself one last time to check if I missed anything. I only saw my usual-self stare back at me, though I''d been doing a lot of fucking lately that I must wonder whether this or my previous appearance was the usual for me.


    "Time to go." I said, an aloof smile plastered on face as I took my bag, which had been left laying on the ground slight a meter away and got out.