Miss Lisa Stevens was a pale, petite brunette woman. The high school teacher's lower body was shapely with round hips and curvy thighs. Her round chest was modestly sized, but their perkiness and pleasing shape gave her elegantly slender upper body a comely quality. Her hair was neck-length with finely layered side-swept bangs that had contrasting lighter highlights to her otherwise dyed-black hair. They nicely rested down over the right side to just on the thin, finely plucked arching eyebrows of her small, round face. She had her bangs done in a messy and styled manner, a huge departure from the usual, neat little bob she normally went with.
And the red rouge on her full cheeks with the cat-eye makeup on her down-turned ocean-blue eyes made for a far more adventurous look than normal. The bold, scarlet lipstick decorating her elegant diamond-shaped lips was attention grabbing. Even her scent that day, delightfully fruity and spicy, was a head turning compliment grabber. It was a lovely perfume with its sweet caramel and licorice, pear, strawberry, vanilla, along with delicate but sensual notes of black rose and a soft smoky incense smell to name a few of its intricate mix of notes. It was described as a gourmand aphrodisiac and a "love potion" with a dark, seductive and intoxicating side for any woman that wanted to show off her feminine prowess.
Miss Stevens had on a black and red floral-print chiffon dress that flowed down to just past her knees. Her waist was fitted with a small reddish-brown belt. And she wore over her dress an elegant little red cardigan that was open and allowed a subtle but flattering view of her cleavage. She had on black peep-toe wedge heels on which proudly showed her fine pedicure on her dainty little feet. Miss Stevens also had underneath very lacy, wildly sexy, and risquΓ© black lingerie which she kept as her fun, naughty little secret. It was all new bold territory for the usually more reserved teacher.
The makeover was all brought on the weekend before by her sister and her friends. They had insisted on a wardrobe update after finding out about a date that Lisa had been set up by from another friend of hers. She was reluctant at first, even hid her indignation when her sister insisted that she needed to get away from her modest fashion sense and conservative style. That she had even outright stated she needed to liven things up if she ever wanted a man in her life. Lisa was practically dragged by the arm to go, but in the end, she was glad she went. The shopping experience allowed her to express and explore new sides of herself with the new fashion updates. She had never dreamed of having the confidence to even try if it was not for the insistence and encouragement of everyone that day.
Growing up in her small-town Lisa had always been more of the studious and shy type. She had always preferred cozy, quiet nights to herself with books being her escape for adventure rather than going out partying and socializing with friends. Unlike her confident sister, Kayla, who was a social butterfly, Lisa was more of a wallflower. Even in college her introverted nature and shyness didn't let her have much chance to talk much to boys, so she had few dates. Lisa was a good girl at heart unlike her fashionable sister who had many friends, went out often, and had the confidence to speak to boys even back in their primary school days. She hated to admit it, but sometimes she envied Kayla.
Sadly, the date planned that day ended in disaster. The man wouldn't stop talking about himself before trying to turn the conversation sexual with awkward questions she didn't feel comfortable answering; she was not comfortable with discussing sexual experiences, or lack thereof, to someone who pretty much a was stranger. and had to admit how embarrassingly innocent she still was to someone who was pretty much a stranger.
The jerk had abandoned her in the restaurant after claiming he needed something from his car. She had ended that night by crying on the phone to her sister who apologized and consoled her. Her sister let her know, more than once, that she did nothing wrong on the date and she was definitely beautiful. And it was his loss, not hers. The experience had stung, but in the end, despite the regrettable date she was glad for the experience, the girl time she had shopping with her sister and her friends would stay a positive memory. That couldn't be taken from anyone.
Instead of letting it get to her, Miss Stevens decided to go to school that day with her makeover partially as her own little way to get back at the bad date experience. There was also the fact the glow up brought such a strong sense of confidence and empowerment in her. She wanted to show that entirely new woman to the rest of the world. Miss Stevens was nervous at first, but her coworkers and others have noted her positive change in her demeanor which also came along with compliments. Even the few rude "complimentary" remarks like Liam's didn't bother her or shake her newfound confidence. She found them even a little flattering in a weird way, which surprised her.
"Alright. Thank you for reading the example Brandon," Miss Stevens clapped her hands with a bright smile.
"A-any time," Brandon stuttered. He then forcefully finished in a deeper tone than his cracky voice naturally allowed. "... Miss S."
Miss Stevens smiled encouragingly; she delicately tapped her finger on her textbook as she swung from one hip to the other. "Now here's an interesting problem. If everyone would turn to page 73 at the bottom here..."
The teacher daintily strutted with a raised shoulder and the fingers of her free hand delicately out as she made her way to the chalkboard. She carefully drew out the problem with her neat handwriting then looked over her shoulder with her bright and lively smile.
"Now, who here thinks they have the answer? Anyone?" Miss Stevens beamed as she looked around. Several hands shot up in the air shaking with eagerness, of which the most enthusiastic were the boys.
She looked over at one of her male students, a dark-haired young man with half open eyes. She tried to ignore the sudden rush of vulnerable excitement she felt again as she instinctively preened up her appearance by brushing her hair with her fingers and nervously making small adjustments to the top of her dress. The young woman swallowed back the lump in her throat as her heart raced, ready to leap out her chest. She tried to ease into a smile as she remembered to breathe. "May-maybe... Dan? Would you like to try?"
Dan Pardo was slumped over his desk with his head held propped up with his hand. He looked out the window seemingly without a care in the world. The young man was eighteen, pushing nineteen. His dark brown hair styled nicely with hair cream that showed off his forehead and the masculine brow of his otherwise fairly boyish face. His short, dark red beard was cut cleanly to show the shape of his jawline. He had on athletic jeans and a fitted tight maroon polo shirt that flattered his v-shape torso and toned frame.
"Huh," Dan replied without much enthusiasm or attention to his surroundings.
"Dan? Mr. Pardo?" Miss Stevens sighed as she rested against one hip with a hand on her waist. "Dan!"
"Wha-what?" Dan suddenly perked up as he looked around his surroundings to the chuckling amusement of his peers. "I'm here."
"Are you really here...? I'm not so sure. Are you sure your head isn't up in the clouds right now?" Miss Stevens tapped her finger against her waist with annoyance while hushed snickering was heard in the classroom. "So did you see anything interesting outside, Mr. Pardo?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess?" Dan Pardo shrugged while there were more chortles from his classmates. "Saw a cloud that kind of reminded me of that weird looking toupee Principal Mason's rocking out with. And there was a squirrel that looked shady hoppin' around with a handful of its nuts in its hands. The way it was scoping the area while doing its business? It knows it was up to no good."
"Very funny, Mr. Pardo..." Miss Stevens tapped her heeled foot against the ground with increasing annoyance as the class burst into laughter. She sighed and shook her head. What was she even expecting from him? Why was his lack of attention hurting so much? She sighed again and pointed to Brandon who had his hand shaking with enthusiasm. "Okay, Brandon, what's the solution to problem three?"
"The... The answer is that
x
is equal to four and
y
is six. First, we divide by two, and then..." Brandon started eagerly working through the process of the answer.
"Very good, Brandon," Miss Stevens smiled as her student grinned back. The young teacher couldn't help but glance back at Dan who had become preoccupied again with the window.
He... doesn't care...
Miss Stevens looked on at Dan with a dejected look. For a moment, she questioned all the confidence and work she did for that day. Was she hoping that he'd notice her new look that much? It was one of the reasons she had been so nervous that entire day. Miss Stevens wondered in the back of her mind, even feeling nervous at what Dan's reaction could be all day, but... She fought back the melancholy and rising disappointment as she held her hand to her chest. She wouldn't let this get to her. Dan took notice of her staring and glanced at his teacher's general direction. Miss Stevens kept her eyes on her student. "Dan... um..."
"Yeah?" Dan raised an eyebrow. "What's up?"
"Nothing," Miss Stevens sighed. She frowned as she crossed her arms.