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What attracted my parents to send me to St Catherine's was the promotion in the academy's literature of the positive discrimination self-evidently provided by an all-female environment, teachers and pupils both.Indeed, at my pre-transfer interview in London, with my parents present, the academy's head had convinced my folks that for me to be kept away from boys for a short while would do no harm at all to my educational and consequently my career prospects.Like all girls of my age though, I was very self-conscious about my body and oh so wished that breasts, 37 D-cup, pendulous, with pointy pink nipples, absolutely exquisitely beautiful as they were to any who saw the truth, were more petite, not so bold, and more like those of some of my "normal" sized friends.I had too, already become aware of the power of my beauty.Not that I need worry really, "Jo" or "Mar" were certainties: one or the other.There was even talk of two; but that was against all tradition.The prefects, all seventeen to eighteen-year-olds in their last school years, made no attempt to hide the conversation they were concluding.

As the head-girl and her ten prefects marched in, I stood tall, my five-foot eight inches putting me boldly above the heads of at least the younger girls in the room.

As soon as the prefecture had gone, the chat among the other girls recommenced. If you don't do as they say, you'll get worse trouble than you ever imagined possible." Strangely, I knew that I would go. "I'll show you our dorm and the way to the prefecture. You have to go totally alone when the time comes." "Is this some kind of initiation wind up?

Of course I asked what on earth the head-girl was on about, but nobody would tell me. Something in my nature had been discovered by the head-girl's peremptory command" "Come with me Tania, please." I begged. Are you all just ribbing me because I'm the new girl? I could immediately see in her face that it was not so, and that she felt sorry for what was happening, but was powerless, completely powerless, to do anything.

Synopsis: Interviewed in "Confessions Confidential" on TV last year, the stunningly lovely Melody Smith made veiled reference to events that happened to her when, as a teenager, she transferred to the girls only St Catherines Academy in Scotland to finish her schooling. Melody Smith's Schooldays by Eve Adorer Chapter 1 - My New School If we are only beautiful when we are young, when I was young I was, believe me I was, extremely beautiful. But what you want to hear about, what everybody wants to hear about since my famous, or should that now be infamous, television interview, is the full-uncensored truth of what happened in my final school days.

My face is everywhere and pictures of my face and body, clothed and not, challenge all young women to a competition with me they have absolutely no chance of winning.

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