After few days, I saw it was a stretch-jeans and a small sized kurti. I never wore jeans earlier. But it was not much different than wearing leggings. The class seemed to like this change. I was happy. Next day it was again jeans and kurti. But this time the kurti was much shorter in length. It came only till my mid-thighs. I felt a rush, but seeing the success I was having at college I was happy and I wore it. Next day the kurti was even shorter and just coming to my upper thigh. I give Rohan a stern look. Rajesh chipped in. He said you need to trust us and stop asking questions, just do as we say. I wore it. I was beginning to look like some of those college girls when they wear a short kurti and tight jeans.
Next day was a Friday, and girls used to dress more freely on Friday. When I was changing into my dress, I realized it was an even shorter kurti. It barely covered till just below my hips. I felt excited and shy at same time. All this was a first time experience for me. I wore it and came out, both of them exclaimed I was looking superb! The boys in my class noticed my make over and now I was competing with the girls, at least the conservative girls. Girls also felt I was from their own generation and not an aunty. The boys as well as girls were actively participating in classes now.
Next week started. I did not know that this was a going to be a new chapter in my life. On Monday, when I saw my dress I was stunned. It was a waist length kurti. Rajesh said I was going to rock the show today! In the class, the students were now paying attention to me. But boys still drooled at other college girls, even the most conservative girl was in jeans and top. I felt jealous and secretly wished I could wear a top instead of kurti.
It was as if they could read my mind, because on Tuesday I saw that my dress was indeed a top instead of kurti! I wanted to wear it but I felt very shy as I had never worn a top before! Both of them encouraged me to try it, otherwise they will let me go as I was in my conservative traditional over-covered loose salwar suite. This was not an option for me, so I changed. Now I was standing in front of them in a jeans and top. They gave me an admiring look. I felt something different in their eyes today. In college also I was shy whole day and was blushing, but now I was in the category of college girls wearing top and jeans.
Then came Wednesday, my dress was a shorter jeans today. It ended about two inches above my ankles. I again saw that special look in their eyes after I changed. In college I was now amongst the most modern teachers. Students were happy. I was happy.
On Thursday, my dress was a top and Capri that only covered till my lower calf. This again a new thing for me. I was coming out of my shell fast.
On Friday, the dress was a shorter top and a shorter Capri. The top was just the length to cover my waist but it did not cover the Capri at all. If I would bend or if there was some wind, one could catch a glance of my waist. This was so exciting! The Capri was till my calf only. I was going to rock the Friday! In college I saw some girls were in jeans, I was now better than them. I felt so confident. Now I knew I was giving real competition to at least some girls. During my co-ed class I bent over to pick a chalk and I could feel air on my back. I must have exposed my back to the students! In the male-only class I raised my hand while teaching and I could feel air on my navel! I had exposed my naked navel to the boys! I was feeling wetness in my pussy! After college, when I went to their home to change, I really didn’t want to change to my conservative clothes but I had no option. I held Rajesh’s hand and thanked him, he said next week he will do even more for me. Then I was about to hold Rohan’s hand and thank him when suddenly he gave me a light hug and said he will always be there to help me. This was my first hug ever! When I went to change, I saw my panty was so wet! Later in night I touched myself and quietly masturbated while sleeping in my room at home.