His Student Mistress
She was about to push open the door when a lady that had the same physical build as Zoey stepped out of the bathroom naked with a cheap blonde wig that was the same length as Zoey’s former look.
She wanted to scream, but when Celeste walked out of the bathroom naked as well, she was so sure she’d faint.
“Umm. Zoey. Your hair is…” Celeste said, taking Zoey in.
Her eyes darted between the two naked people standing in front of her, and she was so speechless. It was as though her brain had lost all its neural functions because for the life of her, she could not get her mouth to talk, and neither could she get her legs to move. She stood there like a statue, her mouth hanging wide open.