Fetish School Uniform by Metilanato

Fetish School Uniform by Metilanato

Dressing

Archived version of the original

Hada agrees to change her uniform to a non-experimental one to improve her grades. But she will soon discover that her uniform is made of rubber, limiting her and making her like a doll in everyone’s eyes, as well as being controlled by a sort of computer that decides for her what to see and whether to breathe.

My name is Hada Aoki. I’m a quiet, average girl, way too average. I’m kind of a ghost socially, academically, pretty much in every way. I have friends, I have classmates, I have interests, but no one strange, no one special, no talent that would make me the first in anything. No maybe not, I have one, I’m the best at being average. No super high grades, no bad grades, no absurd or noteworthy actions. I am sixteen years old, I go to a quiet middle school in a quiet village whose name almost no one knows, I live with my mother in a small apartment that is just right for us, a minimum of my privacy, a minimum of her privacy and little else.
My mother was a high-level secretary, but when she got pregnant by my father, who never wanted to marry her or recognize me and whose name I don’t know, had to leave her job for reasons that weren’t exactly clear to my little brain, and found a job here, in her hometown, about a hundred kilometres from the capital. She works as a sales assistant in the local supermarket, nothing exceptional, but we’re happy with it.
I try to help her, but since I can’t do anything exceptional, I can’t even find something that allows me to make money. I’m a beautiful girl, many people tell me, long black hair, lean and toned body, black eyes and a beautiful smile, in addition to all the curves in the right place. Before you ask, no, I don’t do certain jobs, even though it would be easy to get some great money. Without saying anything to mom, I always search the internet ads to see if I can find a part-time job or something similar, but no one hires a sixteen-year-old.

Then, one day, as soon as lessons were over, the class president told me to go to the principal’s office. Surprised, I headed where I was asked. I hadn’t done anything wrong, I wasn’t an excellent student, but certainly a model in terms of education and relationships with my classmates and professors. I knocked and waited to be given permission to enter.
“Come in and sit down, Hana.” the principal, a man in his fifties, told me. I had never met him personally, only on official occasions. From his manner, he seemed kind and friendly. “I took the liberty of listening to part of a conversation between you and a friend of yours a few days ago. I deeply apologize for having done it, it was not intentional, but your passion towards your family, in particular your mother, moved me and I allowed myself to look for and find a job, if we want to call it that, which can allow you not only to obtain a decent amount of money, but also not to reduce the time you dedicate to studying.”
I look at him, remembering that I talked to Sakura to see if she had any advice on looking for odd jobs and telling her what I wanted to do to help my mother.
“I… I don’t know what to say.” “First listen to my proposal, then tell me yes or no,” he smiles. “This school is small, almost unknown, we are not relevant or have students who will become Nobel Prize winners, although I won’t give up. Perhaps precisely because we are small, unknown, it allowed us to be chosen, together with other schools, although I don’t know which ones. Simply put, it’s research into a new, future version of school uniforms. I was asked to look for a person who could be representative of the average student. Of the average student, to be precise. I didn’t know what criteria to choose, but after hearing that you needed money, I did some research on your educational background and you are the quintessential average student. You embody the typical student, both in terms of appearance and grades. Not too high, not too low. You have never excelled at anything in particular, but neither have you stood out in the opposite sense.”
I looked at him. I didn’t understand. Was I okay because I was a kind of nobody, something that would never be noticed? “What… what would research be?” I ask.
“Currently, if you decide to accept, you will only have to wear the school uniform that we will provide you and answer questions from time to time, if there are any. The only obligation is to wear the uniform at all times of school life, including going to and from your home, and not to ruin or modify it in any way. For research, by accepting, you have a contract for at least one school year, possibly renewable, with a considerable monthly salary, which would automatically go into your mother’s account.” she tells me, and shows me a number.
“Would this be your monthly pay?” I asked surprised. The number written is almost half of mom’s salary. We certainly might not move house yet, but we will certainly put some money aside and indulge in some whim. He nods.
“I accept. Where is the uniform?”
He laughs, heartily.
“Calm down, calm down. You accepted, but you’re still a minor, so I need your mother’s signature. Take these sheets, read them calmly and with your mother, ask me questions if necessary.” he tells me, handing me an envelope heavy and large enough to contain perhaps twenty sheets of paper. “Sorry again for the inconvenience and for the time I made you waste.”

I get up, bow politely and go out, holding back tears of joy and the desire to run home, but as soon as I’m out of school I run, I run, and I still run until I get home out of breath. Mom isn’t here, she’s still at work, but it doesn’t matter. I started reading the contract. It has many things that I barely understand, but it seems to me that the bulk of the matter is that I am bound to only wear the uniform from when I leave home to when I return, even if there is no constraint that prevents me from wearing it outside of school too. The research can modify the materials and workmanship of the uniform at any time, provided that it is never less opaque than a normal summer uniform. Any uniforms for sports or other clubs will be provided to me if necessary without any charge. I have to fill out an online questionnaire every week and accept that the uniform, equipped with a sort of automatic detection system, sends information regarding my health status, blood pressure, similar things, anonymously and automatically as if it were a smartwatch. There are references to the purposes of the uniform, such as better protection of the student, increase in attention, study and behaviour capacity, better time management during study and at school. It all seems very interesting even if I don’t understand how a uniform can improve my grades, but if it happens, so be it.
“Hana, I’m home.” calls my mother, her voice tired, when it is already evening.
I immediately leave the room, hug her and put the papers on the kitchen table.
“After you make dinner, you need to read this first. The principal proposed a research project for the school. I will get paid!”
Mom looked at me amazed and only after several reassurances from her that she will do everything I wanted, I let her go to freshen up and prepare some rice and vegetables for dinner, then we looked at the contract. She reads it for a long time, in the end she was a secretary of a big boss, she knows some things better than me. The evening becomes night and the night gets longer, until I go to bed. The alarm clock makes me open my eyes to the next day. Mom is already ready, she has already prepared everything, but she must have been awake for a long time, if I am to judge by the circles under her eyes.
“Hi mom.”
“Hello darling. When do you have to give an answer to the principal?”
“He didn’t tell me. He told me to ask him questions if necessary and decide with you.”
She nods.
“I have read and re-read the contract. It seems well written, although very long and full of annotations, which, however, are more related to the responsibilities of the school than to you or me. You decide, I have no objections either one way or the other. But remember, if you decide to accept, you will surely be the centre of a lot of attention. From what I can understand, the uniform could be anything. From a uniform very similar to something similar to some science fiction film or some cartoon that you follow” she laughs slightly.
“I will think about it again today and give him an answer before I go home.” I tell her, but inside me, the answer is clear.

After arriving at school, before entering the classroom I go to the secretary’s office, where I ask to have an appointment with the principal after school if possible, but the secretary tells me he invites me to wait a minute, and then tells me to come in. The principal is waiting for me.
“But, I have class…”
“Don’t worry, we’ll let the professor know.” The woman smiles at me and makes me sit down.
The principal looks at me.
“How can I help you?”
“I accept. I accept the contract. My mother already signed it, and I’m signing it in front of her.” I tell him, showing him the last sheet of paper with mum’s signature.
He smiles and hands me a fountain pen, one of those expensive ones, which are used to sign important things. I look at the pen, I look at the paper and I sign, and then I hand him both the contract and the pen.
“I figured. I took the liberty of being ahead of the curve and having the uniform prepared for you. You will miss the first lesson, but don’t worry, there will be no problems, and you will have the teacher’s support to make up for it later.” he tells me. “Give me a minute.”
He took a phone, dial an extension and waited.
“Infirmary? Good morning. The student we discussed yesterday accepted as expected.” break. “Exactly, I was sure of it. Thank you very much, she’ll be right there.” he smiles and puts down the receiver. “Go ahead to the infirmary, they’re waiting for you.”
“In the infirmary?” I ask, amazed.
He nods.
“Exactly. To prepare you for the uniform, they must first check that everything is in order. Don’t worry, they won’t do blood tests or anything, but the first time the uniform might be a bit… difficult to put on without help.”
“I understand.” I tell him, standing up and bowing, even though inside I don’t really understand. It’s just a uniform, after all. “Good day.” I greet him and leave, heading to the infirmary, where both the doctor and his nurse are waiting for me.

“Good morning, Miss Aoki.” The nurse locked the door. “There will be no problems of any kind. Please undress.”
I obey, taking off and neatly arranging my summer uniform, until I am left with only my underwear.
“Completely, we have to do a full check and the first part of the uniform cannot be worn except on bare skin.” “Completely? But I…”
“Miss, I understand your reluctance, but I remind you that I am a doctor and this is an official visit. So you undress completely and lie down on that bed.” she tells me, almost annoyed.
I obey again, trembling, sitting down, then lying down on the table. They test the pressure, they look at my eyes, ears, even the inside of my mouth.
“Everything seems fine. We can proceed with the first phase.” says the doctor, taking a closed box, not very large, as if it contained a watch. “Turn over, face down.”
I do it, and it feels like I’m being rubbed down with alcohol or a disinfectant solution on my neck. The smell is pungent, chemical, and on the skin it almost feels like ice for a moment, then I no longer feel anything except a slight pressure on my neck.
“The control system is installed, now I activate it” he says.
“Control system?”
“Don’t worry, Miss Aoki, it’s totally harmless, but it will allow us to monitor your condition in real time and send useful information to the search. It powers itself with a small part of your blood glucose, using new technology, so there are no batteries or anything else that needs recharging. After switching on, you can turn around, and we will insert the organic waste management system.”
“Turn on? I read that there will be nothing dangerous, but also the system says, what would it be?”
“Imagine a tight panty that will ensure you never have to go to the bathroom.” he replies, showing me what looked like thick black panties, apparently made of shiny plastic. “Now I’ll turn on the control system, you shouldn’t hear anything different.” he tells me, and I actually just feel pressure for a second as he pushes maybe a button on the thing on my neck. I feel like a tingling for a moment, but perhaps it’s just my impression. While he does that and then turns me around, the nurse uses more disinfectant to clean all the skin that will be covered by the panty.
“Strange, it’s like I don’t feel anything where the disinfectant has gone.” I think, while the nurse puts on my panties. I can’t see exactly, the doctor is checking my chest with the stethoscope, blocking my vision. I feel the panties pressing down to just below my navel, and I feel an urgent need to go to the bathroom to pee. “I’m sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom…” I muttered embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, it’s normal in fact, this indicates that the panties have been inserted correctly.” the doctor explains to me.
I feel something warm flowing, like I’m peeing on myself, but nothing seems to come out. On the contrary, I feel that the sensation passes behind, into my back hole. My eyes widened.
“What’s happening?” I ask, alarmed, trying to move, to see.
“Calm down, it’s okay.” he tells me, smiling. The nurse smiles too.
“Everything perfect, no leaks, we can consider that everything is in perfect working order. The internal peristaltic pump is working, also driven by the glucose energy management system.” says the woman.
“Great. Now only the last step is missing, but that will take some time.” the doctor says almost to himself. He opens a cardboard box, where inside, vacuum sealed, I see what looks like a girl’s skin, including her face. She makes me dizzy, I feel cold, and my throat is dry.
“Why does everything seem so dark and distant?” I wonder as I lose consciousness.

When I wake up, I feel light-headed, but I can think clearly almost immediately. The first thing I do is try to move, succeeding perfectly. I notice that my eyes are open, and my whole body seems to be gently compressed by something, as if it were a suit. I try to close my eyes, but I can’t. I can’t move my eyelids, I can move my eyes, but I can’t close them. I try to scream, but I don’t hear any sound, I don’t even hear my voice, or my heart beating, although I feel it is beating hard, as if scared. I’m still in the infirmary. The nurse noticed that I moved, and she seemed to be talking to the doctor, who nods and suddenly, after a few seconds, I hear their voice, mine shouting, I hear everything.
“Calm down, I think your reaction is normal. Nothing bad has been done to you, the first part of your uniform has simply been installed on you.” the doctor tells me. “Are you hurting somewhere?”
“No.” I reply uncertainly, scared. My voice sounds unnatural, as if partially muffled. “What have you done to me?”
“Stand up and tell me if you can walk, you will see for yourself.” he smiles at me. “Since you fainted but were fine, I took advantage of it so as not to waste time.”

I sit on the bed. I felt dizzy for a moment, but I managed to stop the feeling by taking a deep breath. I feel something in my nostrils, as if I had soft straws inside. The same sensation I have in my mouth, almost beyond my throat. The nurse helps me get off the bed. I’m naked in front of the mirror. No, it’s not exactly me, it looks like me, but it’s not me. It’s not possible, I’m not naked, I feel like I’m covered by something. I don’t see my eyes blinking, they are fixed, even if I try to close them they don’t move. My skin looks shiny, like it’s covered in clear sunscreen, but I see it’s not clear, it’s not my skin. The breasts have no nipples or anything like before, they are just two bumps, and there is no trace of my crotch vagina, as if I were an asexual doll.
“What happened to me?” I ask, trembling, while my head spins from everything I see and don’t understand. The mouth moves and emits the sound, but I see that what covers my face reaches into the mouth, covering the teeth, covering the tongue. “What did you do?”

The doctor smiles and explains to me that this is the longest part of dressing in the new uniform.
The uniform designed does not only include the dress, but also everything else necessary to allow the student to always be protected and safe. This therefore includes a kind of flexible shell, a suit let’s say, which simulates the skin externally and which covers both breast and crotch protection. I’m basically wearing what could be defined as chastity underwear because no one, me or anyone else, can perform sexual acts or similar during school hours. Above these systems, which also include the one that prevents me from having to go to the bathroom, there is this suit that seals me completely, from head to toe, even entering several centimetres into my nose and mouth, as well as blocking my eyes open. The suit is made of a material similar to rubber to the touch, but highly more resistant and practically impossible to cut or ruin, even if it is only half a millimetre thick.
“Then there will be the uniform and the control mask.” she tells me.
“I don’t understand.”
“I figured. Everything will be easier when you wear it and the control system is active. It will be like a kind of online help connected to you. Getting dressed with what you have on now takes about an hour, sorry if I took advantage of it while you were passed out, but some stitches are annoying the first few times. I recommend that you do some tests at home to put on the first layer so you can get used to it, perhaps getting help from your mother. Alternatively, you can avoid removing what you are wearing now. The system is specifically made to be able to be worn for a long time, even weeks, since the material limits the production of any type of sweat or other and how much product is independently moved towards the management system through your movements. Think of the suit as having its own lymphatic system for sweat and more. From what I can tell, it has been officially tested for a continuous month, but theoretically, we are still understanding how long you can really keep it. The rest is relatively easy to put on, but we will still help you today.”
He shows me a large cardboard box where inside there are some clothes, practically my summer uniform, although not in the school colours, but in an electric blue and a black that looks like the mica paint of cars, but it is under the uniform that I see what looks like a face. A kigurumi mask. No, not exactly. It seems thicker than a normal Carnival mask, but not so big as to be a kigurumi, with normal proportions, although stiff and with large, almost manga-style blue eyes. I also see socks, gloves and what look like shoes, but have extremely high heels for school shoes, almost ten centimetres of thin heel.
“Should I wear this?” I ask, touching the material. Even though my touch is slightly impeded by the layer of the suit, I distinctly feel that what I’m touching is thick rubber, polished to perfection. “And the mask?”
“Exactly. The research aims to check the effect on both the wearer and those close to them of not having their own face, but a face that is considered calm and friendly. This mask was created, from what I read about the research, on the basis of a study using artificial intelligence, which created the face model based on a survey that took into consideration students, professors and parents on the “ideal face” of a student. The same will apply to your voice after you put on the mask. Like ears, the mask can limit or cancel your sight and voice to better manage the behaviour of a model student. The material of the uniform, latex approximately one millimetre thick, apart from the corset which has a Kevlar matrix and is therefore almost four millimetres thick, was chosen for its antiseptic properties and is easily cleanable, exactly like gloves and socks, while the shoes are another study on the possible use of heels to avoid improper behaviour at school, such as running through the corridors or similar.”

I absorb everything he tells me in amazement, almost in disbelief at what I had voluntarily forced myself to do.
“Okay… okay, then I’ll get dressed and then go to class, right?” I ask, almost without asking myself, the question of what you told me about the mask.
He nods and they watch me get dressed. The corset is easy to put on, closes with a zip at the front and is not really tight. The uniform is summer, short flounced skirt, short sleeves halfway between shoulder and elbow, high collar with bow. The socks are below the knee, while the gloves are long, disappearing under the sleeve of the uniform. I have two layers on my fingers, I can barely feel when I use the zipper, and snaps have replaced the regular buttons on my uniform. I put on my shoes and close them with the ankle strap, which clicks almost as if it were a lock. I’m wobbly, I’m not used to these heels, but somehow I manage to stand and grip the mask. The front and back are joined above, in the hair of the wig. Small snap locks are present along the sides, to close it on my face. I don’t see any openings inside, just small, dark, rubbery protuberances, like thick, but apparently soft, padding. I take a deep breath, the air has no smell, the tubes in my nose have almost completely eliminated my sense of smell, so I put on the mask and close it with trembling hands. It’s dark inside, the air is immediately warm when I take a few breaths. I hear an electronic crackle, like something turning on.

“PLEASE WAIT FOR THE SYSTEM TO START” says an electronic female voice. “ACTIVE SYSTEM. CONNECTING TO THE MAIN CONTROL UNIT IN PROGRESS. WIRELESS CONNECTION ACTIVE. MAIN UNIT AND CONNECTED SECONDARY UNITS. WELCOME TO THE SCHOOL CONTROL SYSTEM. WAIT FOR THE SECONDARY UNIT DEFINED AS MASK TO ACTIVATE.”
I feel something soft pushing on my mouth, in my nose, on my eyes. The mask inside is swelling. I try to warn the doctor, but the only thing I get by opening my mouth is that that soft something enters and fills my mouth completely, expanding, moving down my throat. I feel it going down, almost touching the entrance to my stomach, just as it fills my nose, it goes down, it fills everything where I could breathe. I’m afraid of suffocating, but I’m breathing, even if it’s not very easy, but I’m breathing. I also see, my eyes that cannot close see outside, they see the doctor and the nurse.

“Everything okay?” he asks me.
“I got scared,” I say, but that’s not me talking. My mouth is blocked, filled like my throat, I can’t even make a sound. A gentle voice, of a girl my age, yet somehow strange, slightly impersonal, answers him, but that’s what I wanted to say. “What voice do I have?” I ask.
“It must be that of the mask. So everything works fine, if you can see, hear, speak and breathe. You can go back to class. If you need explanations, feel free to use the tablet that was provided to you and that you will find in class.”

I look at him, then nod and bow in greeting, walking out slowly, still unsteady on my feet due to the heels, reaching the classroom almost ten minutes later, taking at least four times the time it normally would have taken. I feel hot, the sun beats on my sealed body, but I don’t feel like I’m sweating, or rather, I feel like it’s all going somewhere and disappearing. I always feel a little urge to pee, but I also feel like, I’m embarrassed just thinking about it, that pee is going in my ass. The uniform is using my ass as a reservoir for pee and sweat, but what will I do then? I have no holes, I have nothing, I have to wait to take everything off so I can… remove what’s inside me. I would like to close my eyes out of shame, but I can’t, I have to always look, like a doll. Some students pass me, stare at me, mutter something. I should feel uncomfortable, but I also know that they can’t know who I am.
I am in front of the door, I raise my twice gloved hand and open the door.

The Lesson

Archived version of the original

During the break her friends start asking her questions, touching her and helping her with what she can no longer do normally. Will it always be this way for her now, will she always have to be this sealed off?

When I walk into class, everyone turns to me. The teacher is the second period teacher and has just arrived. She stares at me, opening her mouth without saying a word, but then she smiles.
“Hana. I have been notified of your delay and your situation. Thank you for the effort you are making for us and for all the other students. For everyone else, I will give a brief explanation so as not to take up time from the lesson. Please sit down.”

I nod and do so, while the teacher briefly explains that I have agreed to participate in an important research and that, strange as it seems, it is all necessary for our school and the school system in general. All my classmates must behave towards me as if nothing had happened and during school hours they must not behave differently, including what might normally appear wrong, such as trying to whisper things or similar actions. Everyone nods and the lesson begins. As soon as the teacher positions herself at the blackboard and starts writing and speaking, I hear the same female voice from the control system directly in my ears.

“RECORDED ACTIVITY START LESSON. MANAGEMENT OF THE SENSES ACTIVATED: SMELL, TASTE AND VOICE ELIMINATED, HEARING AND SIGHT ACCENTUATED ON THE WAVELENGTHS OF THE ADULT VOICE OF REFERENCE. FIXED VIEW ON TEACHER AND BLACKBOARD. PUNISHMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED IN CASE OF FAILURE TO ATTENTION” she tells me.
I listen to her, not understanding how much she is really doing, and then I fix my gaze on the teacher, as I would normally have done. I also have to act like I’m not wearing this strange latex uniform. After less than a minute, I noticed the first difference. I can’t smell my classmate’s fruity scent, I could smell it as soon as I sat down, but I can’t smell it now. Absolutely. Not that she bothers me, I mean, it’s a good perfume, but she put on a little too much. Soon after that, I realize that all I can hear is the teacher, her voice is all my ears can hear. No other noises, a chair creaking, a sheet of paper turning, a murmur, nothing at all. I only hear her, as if this mask was filtering out every other noise. It seems that only the teacher and I exist, no other noises, no nothing. I try to move my face, to see my friends who are at the desk next to me, but as soon as I turn my gaze and the teacher and the blackboard are not in my view, everything becomes blurred, like a low-resolution image and I can’t breathe any more.
“PUNISHMENT SYSTEM ACTIVATED. PLEASE COME BACK TO FOLLOW THE LESSON. FIRST WARNING.” says the female voice, always in a toneless and mechanical way.
Frightened, I immediately stare at the blackboard and everything goes back to normal, including the fresh air that I can finally breathe deeply again.

I find during class that I can look away if it’s to take notes, but outside of her, the blackboard, or my notebook, I can’t see anything else. Immediately, the system makes my view look like a low-resolution image and takes my breath away. I’m now on my third warning, but apart from that, there are no changes to the punishment. Suddenly, I hear another voice. One of my classmates, two desks behind me, asked a question. I could hear it just as I felt the answer.
“RELEVANT QUESTIONS ARE FILTERED AND ALLOWED BY THE SYSTEM FOR BETTER LEARNING OF THE STUDENT.” it seems to explain to me, as if it read my mind, but it’s probably just a coincidence. I realize that the question was partially silly, the teacher had clearly explained that point, she had said it a few minutes before. Was she perhaps distracted? Yet, she explained again. I look at my notes: no, no, it was explained, I had taken note. Yet deep down I feel that if it hadn’t been for the mask and its noise-canceling system, I probably would have missed that point too. Did it work? Could a system like that really work?

The lesson ends and the moment the teacher says, so the system warns me that all senses were restored until the next lesson. I immediately find myself being able to hear all the noises in the class, the voices of my classmates and friends, even the scent of my classmate. Almost fearfully I try to turn my head towards the window, but nothing happens, no warning, no stopping of breathing. I try to get up, still unsure of my heels. My friends get up from their desks and approach me. They are my two dearest friends, Lin and Rei.

“Are you really Hana?”
I nod.
“But can you talk?”
“Yes I can, but as you can hear, it is not my real voice, but that of another, an artificial voice” I reply. The voice is perfect, it keeps all my intonations, it is only slightly late, perhaps half a second, and it still has an artificial tone, even if you don’t notice it at first glance. I definitely leave them speechless, the mask doesn’t move an inch, yet they hear my voice.
“This is all very strange. But the face is very beautiful, it even resembles you and the voice is similar too, although it is not yours.” Lin tells me, touching my glove. “Is this latex? I mean, do you really have to be at school all day wearing this dress?”
“Yes, and not just at school. I have to wear the tracksuit and uniform from when I leave home to when I return.”
“Suit?” asks Rei
“Not only do I have a latex uniform, my whole body is also covered by the same material, even under the suit. Just touch it” I tell her, making her touch my neck, not covered by the mask or uniform.
“You’re right. You’ll die from the heat! After lunch there will be gymnastics, how will you do?”
I stare at her with my unmoving eyes.
“You’re right, I hadn’t thought of that. I probably have to ask the gym teacher.”
“You will have to remove it, otherwise what will you do?”
“I don’t know, but because of the sweat, I…” I stop. I really want to tell her that sweat is automatically moved inside my ass, and the same goes for pee. It seems like a dirty, strange thing to me. “I don’t sweat a lot. Maybe that’s why they chose me.” I tell her, unconsciously trying to smile, but nothing moves on my face or that of the mask.
“Of course, staying all day every day in this uniform. Even though she is very beautiful, she almost looks like a cosplay. And the heels? You who sometimes don’t walk in sneakers, how do you do it?”
“With a lot of effort. They say they are made deliberately to prevent pupils from running in the corridors or in the classroom. I’ll probably get used to it over time. What still seems strange to me is having a voice in my head.”
They look at me like I said something crazy.
“Like a voice?”
“No, no, I don’t hear voices like crazy.” I immediately tell them, raising my hands as if to apologize. “In the mask and I don’t know where, there are still sensors and some sort of computer that controls me. That is, not always and everything, but during the lesson it tells me what I can and cannot do. It has a female voice, and only I can hear it, I imagine. When class started, it warned me that if I didn’t look at the teacher or the blackboard, I would be punished.”
“And what happened when you turned your head?”
“It stopped my breathing and I saw everything as if it were all chequered, like a grainy image. I could only hear it, I couldn’t speak or hear any noises other than her or perfumes.”
“Well, then it’s not so bad considering who you have next to you” Lin chuckles.
I try to laugh, but the sound is decidedly artificial. I put my hand in front of my mouth as if to apologize and surprise myself. The others laugh heartily, hugging me.

“You really look like a doll, even though you are really hot. Come on, we still have five minutes, come to the bathroom with us, you know the doors are broken, we’ll take turns as usual.”
I’m about to tell them I don’t have to go to the bathroom any more, but I’ll stop and follow them. They have to fix the bathroom doors, two thugs, now expelled from school, have broken all the locks, so between us, we stand guard while one is in the bathroom. I still have to walk slowly, many in the corridors look at me, whisper and sometimes turn to see me or giggle. I feel like some sort of freak, and I’m almost shaking with shame. Lin takes my hand.
“You don’t have to worry about them, they don’t know anything, they don’t know you’re doing this for us. I value and respect you even more than before. You’ll see that soon the rumours will spread and no one will look at you like that any more, but if someone does, they’ll have to deal with me” she tells me, and I nod, unable to even smile.
In the bathroom, I make them go before me, and I remain on guard. Now other girls also use this system and so there are already a few girls who are out checking. One stares at me intently. I nod slightly as if to make her understand that I saw her, but she doesn’t lower her gaze.
“You’re weird. Do you think you are special because of your uniform?” she asks me.
“No.” I answer her. “I took this on to help everyone. The school asked me to do it and I do it, as it should be the task of every student to listen to teachers and families” I tell her.
I feel a strange sensation between my legs right after this, like a gentle tingling in my vagina. Not long or intensely, just enough to make me feel good.
“POLITE AND PROACTIVE BEHAVIOUR RECORDED FOR THE EDUCATION OF PEOPLE. BONUS SYSTEM ACTIVATED.” seems to explain the artificial voice to me.
The girl seems not to believe me or simply doesn’t care, going out with a friend of hers after giving me more looks.
So this sort of control, of unity that I hear in my ears is always listening to me. I think it’s disturbing, but I can’t help it. But if I am a good student I am rewarded, while if I do the opposite, I am punished? While it still worries me, I also think it’s somewhat reassuring. I have the impression of having a guardian, no, a guardian always with me. A sort of teacher who always follows me and helps me to be better. I who have always been everything if not a mediocre girl, a mediocre student, a mediocre daughter…

The bell that starts the new hour fills the air. I have to hurry and get back to class.
“WARNING, YOU MUST RETURN TO CLASS IMMEDIATELY. IMMEDIATELY RETURN TO CLASS WITHIN ONE MINUTE.”
One minute is impossible for me and Rei still has to go out.
“Lin, I have to go back to class, the system might punish me. Are you waiting for Rei?”
“Sure. Still your voice?”
I nod and move towards the classroom, but before I can get there, I hear the voice in my ears again.

“TIME OUTSIDE OF CLASS TOO HIGH. THE STUDENT MUST RETURN TO CLASS IMMEDIATELY. PUNISHMENT STARTED.”
As soon as the voice stops speaking, I can no longer breathe and can only see, hearing nothing else. I try to run, but it’s impossible in heels. At the speed I’m going there will be another minute before I arrive. I can’t do it alone, I can’t. I try to scream, to get attention, but my voice is blocked, my mouth blocked by the gag, as I try more and more desperately to walk as fast as I can.
There is so little air now that I’m starting to see blurry, my legs are shaking, I feel like I’m about to faint. I want to close my eyes, squeeze away the tears that are falling, but I can’t, I can only continue to slowly move forward along the corridor. I see the classroom door, it seems so far away. I lean against the wall, as if to support myself, to be able to still resist those five meters that separate me from the classroom, but I can’t. I have no air, I feel like I’m sealed in a rubber membrane that will never let me go. I feel like I’m about to fall to my knees, but arms hold me up. I turn my head, and I can barely see and recognize my two friends, who help me, almost bodily dragging me into class, making me sit down.

“PUNISHMENT OVER. CLASSROOM REACHED BEFORE USING THE SAFETY FUNCTION. PLEASE DON’T BE LATE ANYMORE. FOCUS YOUR ATTENTION ON THE BLACKBOARD” says the voice, starting to eliminate the sounds as in the previous hours.
I just say hello to the girls, feeling rude for not being able to thank them properly. I fix my face either on the teacher or on the blackboard so that I have no punishment and actually, by concentrating only on the lesson, I have a much higher assimilation capacity than normal.

When class is finally over, I hear all the sounds again, and I also start to feel peckish. For a moment, I think of my lunch box that my mother lovingly prepared for me, only to be faced with the harsh reality of my uniform. I don’t have a mouth to eat at the moment and I can’t take off the mask nor the gag that is blocking my throat.
My friends arrive at the counter and I immediately stand up and bow to thank them, explaining what happened to me.

“You really are a prisoner of that suit, of course you must be a good student. I don’t know whether to be curious or scared,” says Lin. “So you will always have to skip the meal.”
“I think so.” my artificial voice replies. “I can neither drink nor eat. So I think you can easily share my lunch” I add, trying to give my voice a cheerful tone.
“No, no, of course. You will be able to have a more abundant snack when you are home.”
“I hope so. When I get home, it will probably take about thirty minutes to take everything off, and I should also have received instructions on how to maintain the suit and everything else. I think I will use this time to rest, I feel tired, most likely also because of the heat I feel. It’s not as bad as I imagined, but let’s say it feels like I’m in the kitchen while mom prepares rice.”
They laugh, but caress my uniform. “You are really strong and good at what you are doing.”
“Thank you,” I tell them, while still distinctly feeling my pee going into my ass. I start to feel all the liquid that I would normally take to the bathroom, as well as feel like my intestines and belly just seem to distend, making me feel even more like I need to go to the bathroom, knowing full well that I can’t. I tremble slightly, they don’t even notice, and I relax, staring at an empty spot, unable to close my eyes even now. After a few minutes, I felt pleasant tremors, like vibrations, in my crotch. They are strange, I had never tried them until today, and I understand that it is the bonus system of the suit. Apparently, I was good, and the suit massages me even if I don’t know how my private parts. Subconsciously, I just bite and suck on the gag in my mouth and throat, which probably activates something in the suit.

“BONUS SYSTEM ACTIVATED. SUPPRESSION SYSTEM FOR UNWANTED EMOTIONS IN PUBLIC ACTIVATED. PLEASE UNLOCK IT THROUGH THREE QUICK BREATHS THROUGH YOUR NOSE WHEN NECESSARY. ESTIMATED GRANT TIME: 10 MINUTES” the voice says in my ears and, suddenly, I hear, no better, I understand that I can no longer make any sound while the vibrations increase in intensity both in the crotch and also in the breasts. I observe for a second whether my friends or others have noticed but, seeing no reaction from them, I enjoy the sensation, moaning as much as I can, freely, seemingly just relaxing in a chair. The stimulation is more and more intense, so strong that I lean over the desk as if trying to fall asleep so I can pant a little louder without being noticed. I understand where I could go, and it scares me, but it excites me at the same time. Would I be able to have an orgasm at school, in public, unseen and, above all, pushed by a machine that is supposed to make me a better student? I abandon myself to the sensation, letting the machine govern what I’m feeling and before the time is up, I feel an incredible wave of joy and pleasure envelop my mind and body, exploding in a tremor and a silent, perfect orgasm. My friends don’t seem to have noticed. About thirty seconds after my orgasm, the suit turns off the bonus system.

I’m starting to feel hungry, but I can’t do anything. So the lunch break passes peacefully, while we talk and they eat. But I also know that as soon as the first bell rings, we’ll have to get moving to go to gym class. There is still time left, but considering how I walk, I prefer to move in time.
“Girls, I don’t eat anyway, I go ahead of you to the sports field, since I walk slowly, so I also talk to the teacher because of my uniform and everything else. Is that okay?”
They nod, and I set off, moving slowly as usual in my high heels. Who knows if I will one day be able to walk normally in these heels?