scramble212: Dr. Teresa Gray was frustrated with her art students this term so far, especially that

scramble212: Dr. Teresa Gray was frustrated with her art students this term so far, especially that little imp, Harrison Grant. Smug. Arrogant. Self-serving. He’d slept walked through the entire semester, paying not a lick of attention to one of her lectures on form and shape, history and color theory. He brazenly checked his phone, napped, guffawed and snorted at her points.“Y’know, none of this matters. I mean . , , it’s just art.”“Just you wait until we get into the studio, Mr. Grant. Then we’ll see how much of it matters. And as a reminder, if you don’t submit the oral portion of your first exam, you will not be granted studio time tomorrow. And it will be rather difficult to prove your practicals without studio time, Mr. Grant.”He sniggered. “Check your inbox.”That evening she did.And she was a little disappointed when everyone from class showed up at the studio, including Harrison. She was really hoping he’d be alone because she wanted to tell him just how good his test was and like, thank him properly for so invested in the class and helping her to be a much better professor. Like … really the best professor he’s ever had, so far.“It’s okay, Trixie. You can show me during your office hours.”She giggled at how he said her name and then tried to remember what all this stuff was for.A very late attempt to fulfill a wonderful bimbofication request from @tfsplash. See more of my transformation work at http://scramble212.deviantart.com/ -- source link
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