You could hear the new student before she came in. It sounded like rubber or latex balloons rubbing against each other. In walked a five and a half foot tall girl with really shiny skin. Her face made her look like an anime character brought to life, with no nose and a pink donut for lips. Her golden hair was as glossy as her skin and was shaped like a ponytail. Her torso was like an upside down martini glass with basketball breasts attached, all squeezed into a girl’s sailor uniform. She adopted a sultry stance as she stood at the front of the room, with one hand on her hip.
You homeroom teacher, Mr. Akira, strode into the room soon after, showing no indication that he noticed the new girl’s unusual complexion. “Class,” he announced, “This is our new transfer student Lilian Jones. Her family just moved here from Los Angelis, California.”
“Is that why she looks like she’s made of plastic?” came the snarky reply from one of your classmates. It made some of them laugh, and earned them a glare from Mr. Akira.
“It’s fine, Mr Akira sir,” Lilian sighed, “I get it all the time. Honestly I find my rubbery skin condition and constant sexual heat is something of a blessing in disguise. Anyway, aside from the bitch over there,” that earned an indignant scoff, “it’s nice to meet everyone. I look forward to spending the rest of the year here, and to getting to know everyone!”
Wait, did she just say “constant sexual heat”?
“Now then, Miss Jones,” Mr Akira said to the new girl, “ You’re assigned to sit to the left of Mr. Doe.”
“And that is...?” Lilian was about to ask.
“Next to the ambiguous guy with anime porno protagonist hair,” the girl from before offered.
“That will be quite enough, Barbara,” Akira scolded. With that, Lillian sashayed over to her desk, and sat with her legs crossed over each other. She gave you an obvious wink that couldn’t have been anything other than flirtatious.