Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Klea Hoxha was the youngest daughter of Albanian immigrants, her parents had fled Kosovo when her mother was still pregnant with Klea, finding asylum in the United States. It had not been an easy childhood, her father had been a surgeon in their homeland, but his inability to speak English lead to him working for a butcher in the United States as Klea grew up. From an early age, it was clear the Klea was different, she excelled at her studies, but shied away from the other children. Despite her parents best attempts to help her, she spoke broken English through the third grade, and carried a heavy accent through middle school. She understood the language perfectly, but lacked opportunities to speak it, and out of embarrassment hid from the other children. She probably wouldnt have had much to talk to them about anyway, she completed every AP course her school district offered by the 9th grade, showing great potential in Math and Science. By the end of her 10th grade year, a school counselor had found her a scholarship for gifted females interested in engineering, so at age 17, Klea left her parents to live in college dormitories. College had brought Klea out of her shell a bit, she continued to over achieve academically, consistently posting the highest test scores, and living with roommates forced her English to improve, as did her independence. As she entered her third year of college at age 19, she was rounding into a fully formed individual, though she was still quite shy, and lagged her peers socially, but she had a real sense that she had a shot at making something of herself. She lead her classes in both engineering and chemistry. There was only one problem, to maintain her scholarship she had to remain in the honors program. The extra homework from this didnt really bother Klea, but the extra elective courses, designed to ensure she had a well rounded education, made her uncomfortable. Biology and psychology still seemed weird and icky in her childish mind. She considered herself mostly asexual, and now she was being forced to take a freshman level class on human sexuality, the absolute last topic she was interested in. Worse yet, since it was freshmen level, she would be surrounded by people who actually were her age, she was used to being the youngest in her classes, and part of her still fed off being looked out for by her older classmates, she had grown accustomed to being babied. She sat in the back of the classroom, towards the wing, and buried her face in the text book, reading ahead as the class prepared to start. She was used to being able to blend in and hide, in the past that had worked, but she was fully grown now, and at 59 with jet black hair and snow-white skin, she had begun to stand out. In another life, with a more athletic upbringing she could have played volleyball or basketball at a high level, but her long frame lacked the musculature currently, weighing only 127 pounds, her lean 32a-20-32 frame was easy to hide away under a baggy heather grey sweatshirt and some black leggings. She could wear contacts, but instead preferred the convenience of her glasses, thick black frames helped to obscure her face from the world. Her long black hair in a messy pony tail, and complete lack of makeup completed her look. She sat, knees to her chest holding her book up reading, hiding from the rest of the world inside a book as usual. She wasnt particularly interested in the subject matter, but that didnt stop her from tuning out the rest of the world as she read. She was so enthralled that she didnt notice the shapely blonde staring her down.