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... r handed him.
Huh. It wasn’t pants—it was a skirt. A cool, airy fabric that fluttered around his knees. And, as expected, it was stark white. So white that it felt like it might dissolve into the walls and the bed at any moment.
“Professor, I’ve changed,”
he called out instinctively, raising his voice more than he meant to. A chuckle echoed back in response.
“You’ve got a good set of lungs.”
The professor pulled back the curtain and appeared, pushing a sil ...
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