My transformation from most conservative to wildest slut of college

I used to teach at an engineering college, where most classes like mechanical and civil had only males except in IT and Computers where there were lot of girls also. Each class had a maximum of 20 students but the co-ed classes had up to 30 students. These girls were from very rich and extremely modern backgrounds so the atmosphere of the college was really very lively. I was from an extremely conservative family. In my house everyone used to remain covered completely and they expected the females to cover their faces with ghoonghat (a veil) in presence of outsiders. But outside my house when I used to go to college for teaching, I used to wear decent and conservative clothes like loose salwar suite and or a well-covered thick saree but did not use any ghoonghat (veil) etc. I used to have two classes. One was co-end and one was male-only. Other female teachers were mostly less conservative and some even used to wear jeans-kurti or even long ankle length skirts at times. The most conservative girls used to wear jeans and tops or Kurtis while the most modern girls used to frequently wear short skirts and capris and revealing tops especially on Fridays etc.

In the beginning everything was fine, but in male-only class the attendance was not good. But in co-ed class the attendance was much better. In my co-ed class the performance was not good while in other classes where teachers were not so conservative, the students were performing better. In the male-only class the situation was worst in my class compared to all other teachers. This used to trouble me but I could not do anything about it as my parents would never let me wear any modern clothes. They always said after marriage you do as you and your husband feel like, but till marriage you have to be covered like this. So all the ripe beauty of a 24 year old girl remained hidden. Nobody knew that I actually had a great figure that would make guys drool, if only they knew. I had just finished my own studies and this was my first job. I had no experience and used to wonder how to improve attendance and performance in my class, so my career can progress further. I was beginning to feel depressed and at times I used to wish weekends were longer and Mondays would never come.

One day I was scolding a guy for very poor attendance, he muttered and called me aunty! I was very disturbed since in my face he was making a very crude remark about my dressing sense and blaming this for his lack of interest. In my free time I used to sit at library or in my cabin attached to my class. I had developed friendship with two boys in the co-ed class who were the top performers. They were smart and very intelligent. Their names were Rajesh and Rohan. One day I remarked to them that I wish others could also perform well, even if only half as your level. Rajesh replied that actually these guys are also intelligent but they are not interested. So they don’t pay attention and are always lost in thoughts of their girlfriends instead of listening to you in class. Rohan also pitched in and said that they dream about it when in class so their performance in low, and whenever they get any chance, they bunk the class and sit in canteen with the girls so their attendance is also low. I told them, I know, but I can’t do anything, my parents won’t allow me to change my dressing style. They both used to share a two bedroom house very close to college, and very hesitantly made a suggestion. Why don’t you change at our house? I was shocked and scolded them that I thought you are good guys but you make such indecent offers to your teacher! But after few days, I thought it was not a bad idea. These guys seem to be decent and I won’t spend much time at their house.

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So I asked them one day if their offer was still open. They both were stunned and had a gleam in their eyes. This made me feel shy and I told them not to get any ideas. So I took down the address of their house. Next day I left half an hour earlier from home. I reached their house with a dress in my shoulder bag. They sat in the living room while I locked the door of the master bedroom and changed there. Then I sorted out my hair in the connected washroom, and packed my original dress in my shoulder bag. They were expecting a magic, but nothing of that sort had happened. I was originally wearing a very loose salwar suit and now I had changed to a semi conservative salwar suite with was not so loose. I had also covered by chest with dupatta as I always used to. So I was still fully covered but better than before. They shrugged and we left for college. In the class, nobody seemed to even notice any change. I was still the most conservatively dressed female in the whole college not worthy of anyone noticing me. In the evening I changed in their home again with a heavy heart and told them I won’t come from tomorrow as this was of no use.
They also said if the changed clothing was also going to be so conservative then it is indeed of no use. I told them this was the least conservative dress I ever had. And I cannot buy any dresses that are less conservative than this because my parent will be very angry. So they suggested to use one of their cupboards to store my dresses. They said they could spare one for me and I could keep the key so my stuff remains safely locked and secure. I liked the suggestion so I went shopping and bought a new salwar suite. This comprised of a pair of leggings, a long kurti, and a dupatta. It was not revealing but not as boring as my other dresses. I somehow hid it in my shoulder bag so my parents didn’t see it. It was matter of only one day as next day I would leave it at the boys’ home.

Next day when I changed, the boys were pleased. In college also, the boys in my class seemed to be paying attention for a bit but soon they relapsed back to their dreams. This was only a partial success. So I left the dress at the boys’ house after college, but this time the boys suggested to try more modern clothes. They came along for shopping to help me and I ended up buying couple of new salwar suits. I gave the shopping bag to them to safely keep it in the cupboard in their home.

Next day I tried one. It was quite nice. The legging was tight, the kurti was showing my curves, and the dupatta was matching very well. The boys in college paid much more attention to me. Next day, I tried the other set. It was very similar, but different color. Also this one was one size smaller so more body hugging. After changing when I was about to leave for college, the two boys made a suggestion very hesitantly. If you don’t feel offended may we suggest something? I said yes. They said, leave your dupatta behind and see the difference in college. My heart skipped a beat, I had always worn dupatta all my life. But I felt a rush of excitement, and I decided to give it a try since almost all others in college never wore any dupatta. So today I went to college in just by tight kurti and legging. This was a success, today my students were attentive. Also the attendance was better. I was happy and after college after I changed at their home, I thanked them for their support.

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