HiaC - Melanie: Reconnaissance

Melanie's skin was a mess of goosebumps. All day she kept biting her lips, pressing her thighs together, clawing at whatever was in hand: her skirt, a pen, her own skin. Melanie spent most of the day as she would; going to classes, talking to friends, and being her usual self. And it was completely maddening! All she wanted to do was to spread the nylons onto all of their legs, men and women. They must feel what it was to be a nylon slave. Melanie so wanted to share this with them so she could finally become a faceless drone. However, she knew better. She had a plan, but needed more information. And so she waited, watching those who could become like her without raising any alarms. Melanie was sitting down on a chair in the library, seeing girls come in and out. Every time one walked in wearing nylons she could feel heat come from her gusset panel and her body shiver. How did she want to turn them into nylon drones and fuck them. But, no, information. Plan. She needed a plan. And she needed one soon or she would go crazy.