The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc
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Joan(Jaune) had a quandary on her hands. She had opened the box that had been addressed to her. Inside she found two sets of shoes and several packages of clothes. Well five clear plastic wrapped sets actually. Four where standard slightly modified Beacon female uniforms. Blouse, skirt, blazer, socks.
The fifth was significantly... different. Joan(Jaune) liked the fifth one. It had a certain allure to it. There was even a card with it!
"Welcome to Beacon Ms Arc. I hope you have an enjoyable time with us. The Beacon uniforms are dull, so after speaking with Mrs Cotta-Arc I was able to assemble something I hope is more to your liking."
-- Sincerely Headmaster Ozpin
"I think I like this outfit better." Joan(Jaune) whispered to herself, a sly grin on her face. "And I know just the accessories for it!"
"Joan(Jaune) we're going to be late!" Glynda called out as she finished touching up her hair. "Aren't you dressed... WHAT ARE YOU WEARING???
Joan(Jaune) shot her Aunt a Cheshire grin as she posed in the doorway to her room. Joan(Jaune) was almost in a complete copy of Glynda's own outfit, except for the fact Joan(Jaune) was wearing what looked like tailored black pants, instead of a skirt. Very well tailored pants. They hung perfectly, clinging in just the right places.
The outfit was topped with a tasteful white blouse, and a black corset type vest, that gave Joan(Jaune)'s lackluster chest a needed boost. Then of course there were the accessories. A pair of black wire rim cat's eye glasses, and what had to be at least four inch high stiletto heeled calf high black boots.
"You like?" Joan(Jaune) asked a huge smile on her face. Glynda was getting a headache. She knew exactly who had snuck this outfit into the order she had made for Joan(Jaune). "Well?"
"You look good Joan(Jaune). You do, but... the glasses? The heels?"
"The glasses i can toss, not that I need them, but the heels..." her voice grew dark, and sinister, a scowl crossing her once happy features.
"Joan(Jaune)?" Glynda asked a little shocked at the sudden emotional shift in her niece.
"Were a gift from Saph an d Terra. No one touches them!" Joan(Jaune) hissed. Yes actually hissed.
Glynda was cut off as Joan(Jaune) strutted past her with perfect poise and balance. Grabbing the attaché case Glynda had given her last night, and without any sign of faltering or flaw in stride, Was out the door.
"Joan(Jaune) wait up!" Glynda called after her. "We have a staff meeting first!"
After a forty minute staff meeting, that really could have been handled in ten minutes, or even better and email. Joan(Jaune) followed her Aunt into her first class of the day. The bustle and hum of active conversations abated as Joan(Jaune) watched her Aunt take center stage.
"Attention class! I am Professor Goodwitch, and this is your designated Combat Class." Her voice was strong and powerful. Commanding respect and attention. Joan(Jaune) half listened, as she tried to determine how she too could get the type of voice her mom and Aunt both used so easily.
Pyrrha had tuned out Professor Goodwitch's opening speech, to focus on her inner turmoil. She noticed the person who entered with the Professor, and recognized them instantly. That was were her current crisis was focused, as her mind fractured and began arguing with itself.
"She's a babe!" voice one.
"Don't be stupid. He's a dude." voice two.
"Are you sure. I think those are boobs." Voice three.
"I don't think they are." Voice four.
"I swear to you all NOW. That is a girl! Look at the clothes, the bust, those hips, THAT ASS!" Voice one.
"I agree with the ass, but I don't a bust. So I'm going with a dude." Voice two.
"Eh? Guys can wear feminine styled clothes just as much as girls can were masculine stuff. So that argument doesn't work, but yeah those are boobies. Girl."
"You guys need your eyes checked. Ass yes. Hips okay, yeah, clothes... don't care. Boobs? Don't see any. That's a Guy."
"You are all shitheads! That is a fucking girl!" voice one.
"Watch the gods damn language! there could be kids around her!" voice two.
"Seriously. Kids. In our own head?" voice three.
"Listen, it looks like an introduction is going to happen. Let's hear the name, and then we can have our sexual identity crisis after. Sound like a plan?" voice four.
"Okay." the three other voices agreed.
"Now as you can see their is a charming young woman who has accompanied me to this class. She is Joan(Jaune) Arc, my niece and will be serving as my Teaching Assistant." Glynda continued to address the class, her very tone forcing compliance and attention for everyone, well almost everyone.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING GIRL????" Pyrrha Nikos shot to her feet, her face a blazing red.
"Ms Nikos!" Glynda started to reprimand the four time champion only for Joan(Jaune) to decide she need a piece of the action.
"Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) snapped "Do you not believe your eyes? What is it my tits? Yeah, that's all your huntsmen and huntresses focus on. Big honking hooters!"
"Joan(Jaune) enough!" Glynda tried to regain control, but as soon as Joan(Jaune) started to rant, she knew the only way to regain control was to use "the glare"
"You know what I got, that is better than sweater stretchers? DO you?" Joan(Jaune) continued to rant, her eyes focused directly in Pyrrha. "Well Ms Nikos, do you?"
"I have this!" Joan(Jaune) twisted about popped her hips and gave her own behind a hard smack, causing the sound of flesh striking flesh to echo about the room. "I have an ASS that can beat yours any day of the week!"
Glynda pulled unleashed "the Glare" just as the room burst into chaos, and Ms Nikos promptly fainted, overcome a whirlwind of confusing thoughts and arguing voices that filled her mind.
"Everyone! Sit! NOW!" Once order was restored, Glynda instructed Joan(Jaune) to escort Ms Nikos and her team to the infirmary. Before Joan(Jaune) could complain, Glydna added. "This is your mess. You started it. You end it... civilly!"
"Yes, auntie." Joan(Jaune) sulked for the whole trip.