Chrissy was slightly confused when she came to. Her head was upside down facing a white wall, she felt a slight discomfort in her neck, abs and back. There was also a large object in her mouth that was vibrating.
Why am I laying on such a hard, narrow surfa-… Huh?
She tried to switch into a sitting position, placing her butt on the narrow object, but the moment her feet touched the floor…
Splash.
Oh.
Several images flashed through her head, and she realised what she'd done. There was a squirt stain on the cubical wall and a puddle of the same substance under her shoes.
Her blazer, shirt, and skirt she'd barely managed to pull out of the way before falling into a frenzy were now covered in squirt that had rebounded off the wall.
She used some toilet paper to wipe clean the middle and ring fingers of her right hand and the stains on the wall, before flushing used squares of paper away. The puddle would have to remain until the poor cleaners arrived, she simply didn't have enough time to mop it all up.
While Chrissy corrected her bra and buttoned up her tops, her head panned around the cubicle looking for her panties.
Where'd I put them?
She remembered that they were only item of clothing she'd completely removed, and that she'd done so at the very start of her me-time.
They were completely gone.
I hope a boy finds them.
Deciding to forget about it with a giggle, Chrissy made sure to listen closely to her surroundings, confirming she was the only one in the bathrooms, before coming out of the cubicle. While her uniform was orderly above the waist, below it, her skirt had been folded in on itself, out of the way, revealing her pussy slit from the front and her ass from behind.
I need to do some grooming.
She frowned, running her fingers through the square of emerald coloured pubes above her slit. It had grown a bit too long for her liking.
Adding it to her mental to-do list, directly after assigning a new vice-president, Chrissy used the large mirror which had been hung behind the sinks in the female bathrooms to fix her hair.
She didn't have to do much as her locks had been left mostly untouched by her bodily fluids. She spent the rest of her time in front of the mirror washing her hands, face, and pussy before taking her vibrator out of her mouth and inserting it into her vagina.
Finally satisfied with having her appearance back in order, and the feeling of wholeness she got from having something inserted into her cavity, the student council president fixed her skirt before leaving the bathrooms.
Although she'd initially felt quite nervous when she noticed her clothes were splattered with squirt, she'd heard the pattering of rain outside and realised she'd been saved. She hastily made her way to her mathematics class, making sure to occasionally walk through the rain to make the squirt stains on her clothing look like regular old raindrops.
She would smell slightly off, but everyone would probably think she was sweaty from running around.
It wasn't like she smelled bad anyway, just different.
***
Atlas found his first day at Westborough quite challenging, but he felt that with a couple days of hard work, he could catch up with the material without much difficulty.
When he mentioned his troubles to Elise jokingly, the blonde girl informed him of a revision group she would be running later that day alongside Chrissy, before inviting the transfer student to tag along.
Hearing the student council president's name made Atlas shiver inwardly, but he decided it would be fine to attend the revision group.
It's not like Chrissy would push her luck so much in one day… right?
Westborough's school day ended at three in the afternoon, and the study group was to take place at five at Chrissy's place nearby. That meant Atlas had more than an hour to waste before he'd have to start walking in that direction.
Elise left Atlas with Chrissy's address and started walking in the direction they had arrived in that morning, she apparently wanted to pick up some books filled with notes she had taken last year and deal with some 'girl stuff' before going to Chrissy's place. Eva and Claudius left as well, saying they wouldn't be able to make it to today's session due to personal reasons.
Left alone, Atlas decided to take a visit to the student council room to introduce himself to Chrissy, it would've felt weird for him to show up at her house out of nowhere when they weren't acquainted, whether Elise invited him or not. Of course, he was a bit nervous to meet the perverted girl, but from looking at Elise it seemed the pros of befriending her greatly outweighed the cons.
The student council room was located near Westborough academy's main office and had a large plaque hanging on its door, announcing the rooms use.
Only the student council president and her direct subordinates were allowed to enter the room freely, but since Chrissy hadn't chosen her 'cabinet members' yet, it should just be her inside.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
YAWN!
"What ith wit?"
Atlas heard a loud yawn followed by some slurred words. The way she spoke was a lot cuter than it had been during her speech, but it was definitely Christina's voice.
"Hi President Christina, I'm Atlas Hoffman, Elise invited me to the revision group you are holding at your place in a bit. I thought I should introduce myself to you before I show up."
"Oh right, I told Elise we'd hold it at my place this time…"
Christina opened the door with an unamused frown, apparently fully awake now, "What are you waiting for, come in and take a seat."
Unlike the Christina from that morning, who was wearing her uniform to perfection, this one had lost her blazer, bow, socks, and shoes. She was standing in front of Atlas barefoot, with messy hair, wearing a wrinkled and wonky uniform.
She walked towards a mini kitchen that stood on the left side of the room before turning her head back to look at Atlas with her sharp, aquamarine gaze, "You want a coffee?"
Atlas awkwardly nodded at the very dishevelled student council president before sitting on one of the two couches that faced each other in front of the president's desk, forming a T-shape with the desk as the head, and the two couches together forming the tail.
Christina soon passed him his coffee before sitting on the couch opposite him woman-spreading, before crossing her legs promptly, suppressing a blush. If Atlas hadn't forbidden himself from reading her thoughts or hadn't focused his line of sight on his coffee, he would've noticed another very important part of Christina's uniform was missing.
"So, Hoffman, introduce yourself," she gave him a proud smirk, looking down on him. She stretched out her left arm to grab the back of her couch and used her right to bring her mug to her mouth.
I was worried about, her?
Atlas shivered at the dominating presence the president gave off. His psychic energy was screaming at him to be as careful as possible around her. He couldn't imagine anyone having a fraction of the balls needed to treat her like the imaginary headmaster had done…
"Nyah! That was so good!" Cristina exclaimed, her proud smirk quickly morphing into a stupid grin as soon as she finished taking a sip of coffee, leaving a brown milk moustache on her upper lip… "I love hot chocolate!"
Huh?
Atlas was flabbergasted. A moment ago, she looked like a tiger that was about to punish him for disturbing her slumber, "…hot chocolate?"
"What, you want some?" Christina looked at him slightly confused, tilting her head to the side, "I swear you looked more like a coffee person…"
"You can have some of mine, if you want?" she leaned forward, pushing her cup with both hands towards Atlas' lips. The tiger… had turned into a kitten, offering her owner some prey she'd caught.
"I'm fine," Atlas denied politely. Although she was offering it up, she also looked like she really wanted to drink the rest of it.
It seemed that Atlas had been misreading the president, or rather, underestimating her peculiarity. He didn't expect her to have another side. The honour student, with an ice-queen's gaze, and the pervert, pleasuring herself in front of the whole grade, were already different enough, but now a kitten?
"Okay, now where were we… introductions, right?" the proud smirk returned to her face catching Atlas off guard.
The honour student is back, should I take a peek?
She seemed really fascinating so Atlas was tempted to read her thoughts but recoiled from the thought after remembering the entrance ceremony.
No… Never again.
The delusion he'd been pulled into that morning was far too scary. He hadn't even noticed when he'd been pulled out of reality into someone else's daydream. Whatever interesting things were happening inside her head, it was better to observe from a safe distance.
Atlas told Chrissy his story, everything from losing his birthparents during his infantile years to growing up in multiple foster homes before finally settling in with the Hoffmans. He made sure to steer well clear from the parts of his life related to his psychic powers, deciding to trust the student council president with everything else.
It's not like that side of my past needs hiding. It wouldn't be hard for her to find out for herself anyway.
Chrissy listened along to his story showing genuine interest, she asked questions occasionally to clarify a couple things, being careful to avoid saying anything that could belittle him for his humble past.
When Atlas finally wrapped up his story, the president sat there silently for a couple moments before taking a long sip of her hot chocolate.
When she finally spoke, she did so with a bright smile on her face, "Ok, I've decided. Be my vice-president!"