Nastya climbed into the bathroom and washed herself in the shower wherever she could reach (except for the unfortunate fasteners, as she was afraid that they could rust). The cool water refreshed her whole body, piled up in shoes and moistened her stockings, which made her legs feel a little heavy. Laundry as it should, Nastya washed away with all the dirt accumulated during these two days. Coming out of the bathroom in a terry robe over all her "splendor", Nastya returned to the room - now quiet sounds of a squish were added to the heels of the heels. Surprisingly, the water in the shoes now did not give her any unpleasant sensations - on the contrary, the aching pains in the fingers and heels had decreased. It was better than her impromptu massage, Nastya noted to herself.

Judging sensibly, Nastya decided that she would prepare for the exam. At the very least, it will help her to distract herself from foolish thoughts. She called Tanya and said that she was leaving the city and would come, perhaps, only for the exam. She was surprised at first, but Nastya poured something about her grandmother in the village to her, and she calmed down. Nastya spent the following days nursing a textbook about the apartment. Her task besides preparing for exams was to solve the problem of walking on these high heels. On the fourth day, she almost did not recall their existence - walking on tiptoe with her legs extended downward became so familiar to her that now her legs only a couple of times a day made themselves felt with the whining and numbness of the fingers inside the shoes. Nastya dealt with this with the help of massage, which she did right through thick glossy skin. The irritation from the object in her bottom gradually subsided, and although Nastya still could not sit up straight, he hardly hindered her when she walked. Moreover, thanks to his presence, her pelvis acquired a special mobility when walking, as if from top models with which she had secretly envied earlier. The bra now worried her too much less, except for the fact that she quite often injected about the spikes on her breasts and neck. In general, during the last days before the exam, she had a lot of involuntary orgasms that Nastya learned to endure stoically: stop, barely noticeably swing a couple of times on her turned legs - and again she continues pacing, learning almost by heart phrases from smart books. Along the way, she learned to use the enema carefully and keep the place in a tidy state. When she ran out of food, she even made a trip to the store, which she managed almost without loss - only once she took it apart on the way back, but luckily there was no one around. Once every two days, dad and mom called, and she, standing quietly by the phone so that her parents would not hear the clatter of her heels, reported to them that everything was in order.

And then, finally, came the morning of the 30th. Exam Day. She was still not sure whether she should go to the exam, although she was much more calm about herself than on that ill-fated day. In the end, she decided to go. After all, if the parents think that she is doing well here, then how will she explain the re-examination? She was embarrassed only by her own appearance, but the weather today, as if by request, was rather cool, even gloomy, and Nastya decided that her “winter” outfit was especially shocking to no one. “To pass this stupid exam, and then quickly slip away, without waiting for the results — and go to the store for the keys!” She drew up a plan of action for herself. Having thoroughly perfumed, Nastya put on the same skirt, but instead of a green turtleneck she found marvelous black golf - it was rather thin, made of shiny synthetic fabric, but on top of it you could put on my mother's white jacket with a stand-up collar.To hide the spikes on her breasts, this time she acted a little differently - on the inner side of the golf course she secured home-made gauze pads with several stitches. This simple invention and jacket lapels quite well masked her "weapon", but her breasts looked quite natural. Having tied the best neck scarf around her neck that she had found these days, having covered her nails with scarlet varnish and sparkles, having powdered, tinted her eyelashes and pointing dark burgundy lipstick, Nastya went to the mirror to evaluate the result. Now everything looked much better. Thinking, she still added sunglasses - she was just calmer behind the dark glasses, without fear that anyone would notice something amiss in her eyes. Taking with her a purse with money and notes, Nastya went out of the house.

It was pretty cool outside, the wind was blowing, so Nastya was even afraid that he would not close her skirt at the most inopportune moment. But she was hard enough not to be afraid of such trouble. Despite the early hour, there were many pedestrians on the street. Meeting familiar faces among them, Nastya greeted with affableness. Now she was thinking only about how to quickly end the institute affairs. She decided not to get on the bus, fearing that something unforeseen might happen to her in a tight crowd of passengers. Instead, she decided to walk, since the institute was only two stops from her house. This time, a long walk did not bring her surprises - she already knew what to expect from her “renewed” body, she was used to enduring the tightness and jerking pain in her breasts, aching pain in her feet and calves, irritation and a feeling of fullness in the back between her legs, squeezing in neck. Now she was almost a patience expert - nothing reflected on her pretty, freckled little face while she felt all this pain. She was even a little proud of herself.

In the public garden in front of the main building of the institute, she saw many students, among whom she noticed her group, and immediately went there. Before the start there was a couple of minutes, and her group was on the list first. When she approached her children, there was not a single extra thought in her head. Tatiana was the first to notice her, which today was transformed on the occasion of the exam - instead of ordinary jeans and a blouse, she now had an elegant red dress to her knees and sandals to match the color. “Ah, Nastyush, hello ... Well, how are you ready? A cool outfit ... ”- but it was clear that the appearance of her friend was somewhat discouraged. While Nastya greeted the rest of her classmates, Stepa, the head of the group, immediately declared: “Nastya is the smartest among us - she will go first. How are you, Nastya? Are you going?” Sometimes, the girl would probably refuse, moaning that she knows the least , but now she had one task - to deal with the change as quickly as possible, so that nothing unexpected happened and her "little" secret was revealed to the guys. Therefore, she only briefly replied: "Good."

In the meantime, announced the beginning. With excitement, Nastya climbed the stairs with her guys. When they were at the massive doors of the examination class, everyone wished her no feather or feather, to which she heartily sent them all to hell.

When Nastya entered the room, she was immediately called by one of the two examiners - a bald fat old man, an assistant professor at the department for twenty years. There have been rumors about him for a long time that he is a secret pervert and that he often sticks to young girls on ekazamenas. Of course, Nastya did not want to go to him, but she had no choice. Taking the record book from her, he opened it and, as if checking a black-and-white photo with a living Nastya, said the squeaky tenor: “Take the ticket, uh ... Anastasia Petrovna ... And take off your glasses, please ... Well what do you have there? ... Yeah, well, sit down, get ready. ”Trying to walk as quietly as possible, Nastya went to the nearest table to prepare and began to answer the tasks on the ticket.Hours of frenzied training all these days, plus a normal study for a year, had an effect: she knew the answers to all points of the ticket. While she was preparing, the second examiner - a pretty woman of about forty with brown hair in a strict gray suit and classic “boats” with low heels - was for some reason called out of the office. Nastin the examiner ... Read more →