Mittens Has Class

Chapter 5: Because Keyboards Usually Have a Mouse Next Them

The administrative building seemed oddly empty of people as Mittens made her way down the well-kept hallways, following the directions that Victoria had passed along to her. Though she'd not expected many people to be about, the college only partially staffed during the summer semester, but she had assumed there would be, at least, someone about. Even with it being a Saturday. However, the utter lack of anyone made her begin to worry that she'd missed some kind of memo somewhere.

Regardless, she padded along, undaunted by these concerns, more excited than anxious. It felt funny to think that she would soon be taking classes here, making new friends and learning new things. She couldn't help but wonder what kinds of reactions she would receive from other students and professors as they came face to face with someone living as a cat. She was already prepared that she was likely going to receive plenty of jokes and teasing, but that didn't bother her at all.

In the last couple of years, she'd never shied away from wearing her paws, ears, and tail in public, paying no attention to how others reacted to the sight of it. Amusingly, she usually didn't receive as much attention from it as one might expect. It wasn't entirely uncommon to see girls wearing cat ears as part of their fashion accessories these days and a lot of people didn't pay enough attention to notice much else about her.

Really, only people she directly engaged with ever seemed to fully notice the whole package and many out-right ignored it anyway. Amusingly, Chloe tended to get far more extreme reactions with her slave collars and behavior than Mittens ever did, even when both of them were on leashes. She supposed people weren't that offended by someone being a cat, but the idea of someone being a slave, even a willing one, pushed buttons.

Still, there was a difference from the general public's desire to not get involved and the typical immature need of teenagers to point out anything that didn't fit into their understanding. She was pretty sure it stemmed more from their own sense of insecurity than any outrage at something, but she was well aware that college students were pretty much apt to comment on pretty much everything.

At the moment, she was far more curious about what kind of reaction she was going to receive from the proctor she was here to see. Despite Victoria's assurances that she would be allowed to get as 'comfortable' as she wanted for the testing, she had opted to dress in fairly appropriate fashion. Though she had her full cat-accoutrement on, she was also wearing a knee-length tee-shirt dress (with a small hole sewn in the back to accommodate her tail) and hip-high white cotton socks. As well as her favorite pair of panties, which featured the words 'Spank Here' across the rump.

She'd also brought along a book bag with her, carrying a handful of needful things, but empty enough to stuff the dress into, should the proctor offer her the option of removing it. However, she'd decided she wouldn't bring it up herself. As much as she enjoyed the mischief of sitting naked in someone's office filling out a stack of multiple-choice sheets, she knew she needed to learn to behave herself a little.

Obviously, she wouldn't be attended classes naked, so she should start getting used to being dressed more. Of course, that lead to the idea of getting to see just how creative she could get with her daily outfits. She wasn't sure where the lines on dress code might be drawn, but she fully intended to push those lines playfully.

Arriving, finally, at the door she was seeking, she admired the name plate a moment. A moderately sized, black-plastic, thing with white engraved letters, the plate read 'Doctor Paula Hillart, Associate Dean of Business; Director of Student Recruitment; Professor of Business Design'. After a quick knock, Mittens cautiously cracked open the door and poked her head in. "Herr-o?" She asked, mimicking a 'meow'-like sound with the word.