The girl was surprised her teacher could fit, but then she noticed for the first time how slender and petite Mrs. Desiporn Reeves was right in what she’d said before, but Melanie was still too locked in her own weird world to truly believe it: things like shit weren’t as bad and as dirty as she’d thought; it was part of God’s plan for her body, and she shouldn’t be so hard on herself for liking it. Reeves brought up the smell. Reeves’ panties. “Really?” she whispered. Eventually she would buy boys’ underwear instead of girls’, because it held the shit against her ass so much better, and for those few minutes in the bathroom stall that she would squish it around and listen to it crackle and squirt, it was so much more
