The revelation that at least someone knew what was going on was a relief.  Maybe she could get through this if only she knew what to expect.  The reference once again to her tattoo had Katie glancing down to her shoulder, to glance at the bruise-purple coloured pattern that had spontaneously grown there, and once again realizing that she was utterly naked, bringing another fresh blush to her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Classes?  You mean... like teachers and everything?  And there will be others there?"  It was suddenly a weird moment in Katie's life.  Even the idea that there would be a full classroom of girls all chatting and showing off their tattoos, and being special made her cringe inside.  How could she not have known all this time?<br/><br/>"So... what do I do now?"