Potion 2
The next week was uneventful, but frustrating. Seeing Emily every day was difficult, not being able to touch her, at least not more then a quick feel, was horrible. Emily knew what it was like for me during the day, and would play it up. I don’t think she worn panties once, and somehow found a way to show me every day, right in the middle of class. It wasn’t all bad though… Wednesday, she came to school wearing a skirt that was at least a couple of years old, it still fit her tiny waste, but was way shorter then a girl of her age should be seen in, at least in public. It was a plain number, but she made it look amazing. She wore no panties again, and whenever I sat at …