"Hah, gotcha!" Cindy said as she removed the extraordinarily lifelike strap-on dildo.
Underneath, Jim was pleased to see Cindy's delightful shaved pussy. What a shame he couldn't remember what she was doing in his bed. As far as he could remember, to Cindy, he was an absolute nobody. Whereas to him, Cindy's picture in the yearbook had an embarassing stain. He had certainly had his share of fantasies about her... he's always imagined her cunt would be shaved... just like that.
Jim found himself feeling quite disoriented. Cindy, too, looked puzzled. But then she climbed back into bed and guided Jim's hand to her beautifully-shaved cunt.
After he had fingered her to orgasm, Jim noticed the time on the alarm clock. It was 10:30am. As far as he remembered, it was Wednesday. "Jesus Cindy," he said, "we've got to get to school."
"You're so cute," she said, "don't you remember the teachers' strike?"
Jim remembered there had been a teachers' strike when he was nine. It was one of the best months of his life. He'd always wished for another one.
Whatever uncertainty Cindy had been experiencing before, she certainly seemed sure of things now. She opened his bedside table and removed a copy of Lesbian Lust, his favourite porno mag. Before he could say anything, she began looking intently at one of the pictorials -- there was a woman wearing the same strap-on as she'd been wearing that morning.
Jim was beginning to develop an idea of what might be going on...
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