"A new lesson Lacy dear. Something that increases the level of challenge I think."
Smug. That was the look on Shandi Pansy's face as she dangled a pump from the toe of her high crossed leg. She had the satisfied smirk of a contender for beauty queen who'd just heard that her leading rival was stricken with terminal acne. "Yes, I think we've done you up just right for this, um, event."
"Nuh-uh!" I shook my head, dark curls splaying out. "This is so bogus. Like I'm supposed to be what? A cheerleader? Shand... er Dr. Pansy, like I'm all 'What am I doing in this little skirt?' And your all smirking. And these panties you put on me... PUH-LEESE! A girl would be buggin' to wear these little girly things under such a nitwit hemline. I mean, she'd be ashamed to wear them, like rhully!"
"Oh I do enjoy the way you're absorbing the argot of the teenage idiom honey. All those 'like's' and 'as-ifs' are so sweet.
"I wanna barf." I said,then noticed that my sneaker'd come undone. "May I tie my shoe please?"
And that's precious, the way you ask for my permission to do even the teeniest thing. Um, no, not right now. In a little while, when Derk gets here.
"Derk? Derky is coming here?" I wanted to keep the dweeby smile off my face, but for some reason whenever I heard Derk Kerl's name I got goofy inside. It probably had to do with the tapes the played all night under my pillow. Still, somewhere deep down, this feeling of happy anticipation about Derk seeing me in this cheerleader outfit had me worried.
"Derky? You call him that? But you've never met," she reached down and slid the shoe onto her foot. "Why look, your fidgeting like a grade school girl. How charming"
And I was. I couldn't stand still. "I... I feel... I mean Derk's like a baldwin, he's furiously hunky and..." My voice trailed off. This stuff was coming out of me... ME... I mean you know what's going on here, right? If not, check out some of my earlier stuff if they've posted it (and that's my prayer, that all of this is posted and that you... you really are out there.. and that you'll find me and... I've got to get out of here)... But... but while all of this was going through my mind I heard my own voice saying...
"He's a monster babe catcher and I go like buggin' since I saw those videos of Derk playing football. What? He's twice my size, at least he's a lot bigger than me and golden."
"No, actually Derk is tall, dark and well wicked. But... oh, 'golden' means good, huh?" She giggled as I fingered the hem of my little pleated skirt. It wasn't hard my fingers dangled down way past it on my thighs.
"Do... do you think that Derk will... like will he go, 'S'he's a betty!' when he sees me in this outfit? I mean I look doable? Right?"
"Doable?" she had trouble getting
the word out through her laughter. "Yes, I think he'll want to um, 'do'
you. And do you want to be, 'doable'?"
"I'm all, 'where is my head?' Shan... Dr. Pansy. I was okay this morning and went like, 'no way' when they showed me all this stuff. And when they ordered me into this leotard-thing. Do you know about that?"
"Tell me."
"This bites. It's... one piece underwear and made outta something called Splaytex and it's the same color as my skin and it looks and feels just like me. NO! That's wrong. I don't have curves where this thing puts them on my body. And I certainly don't have a ... a..."
"Pudenda?" she reached to the coffee table in front of her couch for a cigarette. "Actually the bottom part of that thing is called a 'pudenda panty'. It's pretty much anatomically correct. Or at least as anatomically correct as your average Penthouse Pet's umÉ female apparatus."
"Pudenda panties? Omagawd. So these things like gaff me up and back and hide me under this," I poked around between my legs.
"Now STOP THAT! Young ladies don't ever do that in front of anyone. Take your hand out of there right this minute missy."
I hated to be called that. I let my hand drop away from what felt too much like a girl's crotch and pouted. "You like having me like loqued up, all bitchin' and tricked out in this don't you? It's getting you off isn't it? You like having me feel like, "why am I wearing teeny skirts and lipstick and clouds of curls and what's... What's that thing?"
"It's a petticoat slip sweety," she'd pulled a pile of white fluff from a Frederick's bag beside her. "And it's for you... for later."
"Um, later? What you mean, later? I don't want to wear that."
"Well, to hear you tell it, you don't want to wear those bobby socks and sneakers, the green sweater with the lovely 'P' for Pansy Pond. You don't want to wear eyeshadow or have your eyebrows plucked. You don't like blusher, foundation or even those cute panties I got you. So why should I care if you don't like it that I want to protect what's left of your honor with this little thing."
"Protect my... my... Wha?"
"Sweety, every girl's mother will tell you that only sluts wear half slips or NO SLIPS, especially on dates with hunks like Derk Kerl," she exhaled a great puff of blue smoke. "Heck, one look at you in all of that ... and he'll pop to fondle your pom-poms. This slip is a favor. Think of it as a kind of fluffy prophylactic."
This was going too fast for me, "Nuh-huh. He won't fondle my... What do you mean a prophylactic? Are you mind baked? Tis is soooo lame!"
"Baby, he'll want to bone you. One look and your hunk will be lust-fogged. What do you think goes through a guy's mind when a babe presents herself to him in a dark room all tricked out like a cheerleader? By the way, did you do your pill before you came in?"
"Huh? Pill?" Here she was smoking a cigarette, looking hotter than hell in a skinny little silk beige suit, telling me about hot grope session in a dark room.. and all at once asks about some pill? Following her twists is harder than herding kittens.
"Uh-huh, about five minutes ago. Like they went, 'Here, swallow this,' right outside your office.
"Good. That was a time released mixture of M/X and Extasy. In about ten minutes you awill crave to bone almost anything. But, more specifically you will find it increasingly difficult to um, abate Mr. Kerl's intentions. Do you understand me?"
"Shit!"
"That means yes? You're nodding? Good. Well, you already know that the mere thought of the 'hunky' Mr.Kerl makes your heart pitter... or patter... or whatever... and under the swell of that pill... well we are about to bind up your ability to resist almost as effectively as when we buckle you up in a full body straight jacket."
Good God! This wretched bitch had me like a puppet. Between whatever they'd done to my brain at night and now this chemical... I was about to... to become just exactly what I looked like... And as I stole a glance at a mirror, I realized that what I looked like was SEX!
"Are you whacked? I am like going totally furious here. Now lookÉ this .. this is.. You," my voice grew smaller... "can't. I mean I won't be all, 'Take my boobs and butt,' to this guy. I will fight, you know what I'm saying?
"Fat chance, I own your brain. But not to worry. Here's what is going to happen. See, I like to give my prey sporting odds."
"Prey?" Was I feeling funny from the drugs? Was a nurdle of light-headedness waddling through my mind. Had to listen to her. Listen closely, this sounded like an escape door. A way out.
"When DerkÉ er, Derky," she giggled, "comes in, well why not tie your little shoe lace then? I'm sure he'll like that. Then maybe you might do some stretching, a couple of toe touchers? You know... just some simple things to loosen you up." Again she laughed, "Of course, in that get-up, your toe touching might tend to harden rather than loosen him ... but that's a point isn't it? Now here," she threw a couple of fluffy pom-poms at me. Hold onto these when he comes... Comes IN, I mean."
I caught the green and white balls as she continued. "When the lights dim... and they will dim, I promise you that... There's where you can excuse yourself to go into my private bathroom there to slide into this petti slip. It'll jack your skirts out so sweetly when you come back.They'll flounce with every step. And of course, by then, you should be really into all of this. I can just imagine the civil war that will rage inside that perky little head of yours.
Jezzus, I thought. She was going to babe me up, then leave me here after I'd teased that hunk Derk into a sexual frenzy. Worse yet, my ability to resist was already melting. I could feel it. I didn't want any of this to happen. But... but...
"And when you come back in sweety. Why not sit right down here on this couch. Right in close to Derky? And we can just let things bubble and broil."
"But... but," I knew my eyes were wide and I could taste my lipstick as I licked at it. "But you said there was some, 'chance for me'. Do you mean to .. a chance to get away?"
"Well that's what this is all about darling. You are still a schoolgirl. Still learning about men and all. So we are going to present you with a rather dramatic laboratory situation here."
"The hell you mean Shand... I mean Dr. Pansy. What sort of experiment?"
"Well first you are going to turn on the full fury of all your lessons in flirtation. You are going to drive this man absolutely psychotic with lust. Then you are going to ooze into his arms, ensnared in his thick muscular trap."
"Yea, and like what happens to me then?"
"Well there's a switch."
"A ... a switch?"
She snubbed out her cigarette and stood, "Right. Under those silly... no... better call them humiliating... Under those humiliating little girl panties that you'll be flashing at Derk?"
"Yea?"
"Well, you know your pudenda panties?"
"Uh... yea?"
"Well just at the peak moment of his pom-pom frenzy. Just as his bare finger pokes and prods down and down and ... just as it caresses its' target."
"Yea... Yea? Oh come on, this sucks Dr. Pansy. Please tell me. PLEASE!"
"You will pop out of your trance. Shacke away your mental torpor. Escape your lust. And you will remember who you are. Where you are. And just exactly what is going on. And you will see if you can discover what a girl can to do to escape a very messy situation she got herself into. Or at least I hope you will find that out."
"Wha...?" A wave washed through me, like a rush from a too-stiff drink.
"Oh..." Shandi Pansy got to her feet as the door to her office opened. "I see Derk has arrived, come in Mr. Kerl, I want you to meet LacyFate, one of our pupils here at the school."
"Wass up?" the big guy in a green letter sweater walked easily to me. I wanted to run, or kick or scream or... Instead, as Shandi Pansy closed the door behind her, I heard my smiling voice...
"Zup yourself?" My sneaker lace needed to be tied.
