Glynda grimaced as she sat in her chair reading an article in the newspaper about some new advanced dust being produced. As she sat looking stoic faced, she pushed up her glasses and shook her head. The beautiful headmistress knew all about this new revolutionary dust, and she stood up on her heels. Both she and I know all about this... She grimaced feeling the tightness in her purple pants. The woman gave a glance out the window. Her sudden affliction from being exposed to that new dust... She hated it. Why did she have these urges... why did this thing between her legs have to be there now.... as she pondered this, a glance at some young female students in the courtyard below caught her eye. She glanced at her scroll and punched in a number. Hello Winter, it's me. Can you make time to come down to Beacon? I have things to discuss with you if that's not too much trouble for you.<|im_end|>
"Right," Was all Winter had said over the scroll before hanging up the call.
It was two days ago that it happened, Winter was at Beacon due to General Ironwood having business there. The Schnee was asked to help Glynda Goodwitch with a Dust project involving some new variety. A bit of clumsiness and an explosion later, and the two had been... Transformed.
High heel thigh high boots tapped against the floor with each long step as she walked with intent down the halls towards Glynda's office. Luckily her usual uniform consisted of pants, it made it easier to hide that... Thing.
The door swung open to Glynda's office before Winter closed it, leaning against the large wooden surface. Her slanted usually scowling eyes closed for a minute as she took a breath, opening her naturally icy gaze to the teacher at the desk at the front of the room.
"I assume this pertains to the other day," Winter spoke calmly with the slightest flush to her porcelain skin, a slight, hard bulge in her white pants becoming harder and harder to hide.
"Have you... Ahem... tried it yet?" Winter cleared her throat asking as professionally as she could muster. It had only been two days and since trying to hide this thing, Winter had taken the first attempt at solving the ache by her own hand the night before, but it wasn't enough. This thing pained her at this point, begging for some sort of release the woman had to contain.<|im_end|>