Menach's Boys School & the Royal School of Ballet by D3_M

Menach’s Boys School & the Royal School of Ballet by D3_M

“Settle down class” boomed the voice of the headmistress as she entered the room. “Due to your previous art teacher leaving last term we, have found a new art teacher for you.”

“Please welcome you new art teacher”. A girl hardly out of university steps into the room much to the surprise of the 12-year-old students as rumors had it that another old codger was going to teach them.

The girl was wearing a button up blouse with the top three buttons undone, a pleated skirt, socks and trainers.

“She will be your replacement teacher until the end of the year.” Pointed the teacher.

“I hope that you will treat her with respect. Well, Miss, I will leave them in your capable hands.” The headmistress said as she left the class.

“Well I am not to sure where your previous teacher left off but we will be starting a project that should have been done last term.” She said in a nervous voice.

“The class will be,” she continued, “making paper mache masks and small piggy bank statues.”

The teacher then spent about five minutes running around the class finding the old newspaper box, PVC glue with label “Fast dry! Water resistant!” several party balloons and funny putty.

“Well class! Gather around!” she called.

“Here is how we are going to make the masks. First we must dilute the glue, as it is too sticky in its current form.”

She was very quick, several spatulas full of glue was mixed with about a gallon of water.

“Then blow up your party balloon.”

The students looked at her as she breathed deeply and blew up the balloon in one go!

“Roll out the funny putty into sausages and then arrange them onto the balloon as shown.”

The balloon soon had eyes, nose and mouth added to it.

“At this point please be careful not to pop your balloon. Some of you inevitably will!”

Her eyes turned to the sea of boys in the class.

“After this rip your newspapers into strips.”

In a twinkle of an eye a page of newspaper turned into shredded meat.

“Dip you newspaper into the glue. Not your hands!”

Again her eyes looked to the sea of boys.

“Apply your gluey strip of paper onto the balloon as shown.”

Just as she was looking away from the class onto her funny putty balloon, the class mischief-maker in command ran off with the glue pail, spilling it as he went. It took about a second for her to realize what had happened before she dropped everything and went on the chase. As she rounded the corner of one of the tables a foot stuck out and tripped her. Her hands shot out to stop her falling only to land splat into the spilled contents of the glue pail.

She was now stuck in a pony ride position with her hands on the floor and her lower calves. As she tried to lift herself from the mess the mischief-maker jumped on her back. Forcing her back down. “Toro! Toro!” he cried as if he was riding a horse. With the additional weight on her she found it impossible to stand back up.

The glue was drying fast and in three minutes the troubled girl found that she was now glue fast to the floor. The troublemaker jumped off her then and walked across the now shiny surface. She saw him high-five the class ace.

The class ace approached her. “Please inform the headmistress of my current predicament please,” she said as he approached, assuming that the bright ones would not mix with the bad. The class ace clapped his hands and a couple of muscular boys approached carrying between them the PVC pail, which was placed in front of her. One of the lads then scrunched up some newspaper into a ball before dipping it into the pail. The class bully came up from behind and as he hit her, she opened her mouth to scream, the lad jammed the sticky ball into her mouth. This was followed quickly by a neatly cut piece of sticky square paper over her mouth.

Compromised by the class, which had gathered around her. The class ace then spoke.

“As the new teacher said we will be doing paper mache masks and a statue.” He paused here to allow the thoughts to sink in. “Everybody to your posts please!”

And with that the entire class flew into there respective jobs.

Many people grabbed several pieces of newspaper and blunt ended sharp scissors.

Several people grabbed square painter pallets out of the cupboards.

The lads were distributing the PVC glue and water onto those who lined up with pallets.

The bully was directing anyone who seemed headless around the room to do things.

The ace was walking around her studying how his artwork should look like.

As for the mischief-maker he too grabbed a sharp pair of scissors but much to her dismay began cutting off her clothes. Once he had removed her wears including her shoes and socks she saw him talking to the ace.

The ace nodded once and the troublemaker returned and cut off her bra and panties.

The lads finishing distributing the PVC glue returned with glue pallets and neatly cut squares. However the ace signaled that she was not yet ready. He proceeded around to her bare bottom. She couldn’t see what he was doing there but seconds later she felt it.

Cold and sticky another paper ball had been pushed into her ass and then another into her sex. The ace seeing her squirm then slapped on two square sheets of paper to prevent the balls from being pushed back out.

The next bit was serious shock to her. She felt hands and paper slapping onto her thighs and bottom. The mischief-maker too returned after putting away the knife. And set to work plastering her breasts with paper squares and glue.

After about five minutes of slapping, the ace cried stop and asked everyone to step away from her to let him have a look.

Still moaning she looked quite different from when she came into the class.

She was on all fours instead of standing up and she was no longer wearing clothes.

Instead in their place were gray shiny panties, her bottom had been padded out and it was no longer able to tell where the holes were. Her panties or should we say shorts covered her from her waist down to where her knees touched the floor. Her lower legs were stuck to the floor and were not covered.

For her upper torso, she was now wearing an elegant gray bra, however the mischief-maker had struck again as her breasts were now out of proportion to what she knew.

Her arms however were locked straight inside solid gray gloves reaching from her wrists to her shoulder.

As a final description a shiny hard square patch of paper was plaster over her mouth.

As the artists went back to work she felt the shorts slowly growing upwards forcing her body to stay in the dried shape. It was terribly uncomfortable as she tried to beg with her eyes for them to stop.

Soon her body was in a hard gray cast of paper mache. The artist moved upwards extending her bra so that they joined with the cold hard shiny gloves at her shoulders.

The paper maching slowly stopped around her body.

The ace approached with a bottle. The bottle had a label reading alcohol spirit on it.

He said in a soothing voice “Don’t worry now were going to help you now.” She nodded in agreement this had gone far enough but “Off the floor that is!” he finished.

She soon found the alcohol dissolving the glue that held her on all fours to the floor.

The class helped her up onto a seat in the room. She twiddled her fingers and then tried to make a break for the door. Forgetting her predicament she lasted only a few steps before gravity hit it and she fell bottom first onto the floor.

Seeing her break like that the class attacked her legs and arms in a flurry of glue, paper and hands. Once they were well covered they moved back again to allow the ace to see what she looked like. He then proceeded to instruct the class to cover each of her fingers separately before clenching them into a fist. Meanwhile he himself blew up a long balloon and began covering that in old sticky gray newspapers.

The lads approached her from the front and then slowly and deliberately started to apply paper onto her head. The paper first dried at the neck stopping all movement of her head. She then felt it applied on her hair giving her a balder look. This work soon progressed to cover her ears and over her nose. For one moment it look like she was going to be suffocated. But they had not covered her nostrils. Instead as the lads finished their work the only bit of her not covered was her eyes. Everything else was now either drying or stuck fast in gray shiny newspapers.

As the ace approached he was holding something she was again set onto the floor on all fours only to see that in one had he was holding two paper mache pyramids and a long paper mache tube. He spoke quietly to the class bully who promptly hit several classmates to make them follow him. The ace applied glue to the pyramids and sticks them on top of the hood that held her head firm. He then proceeded behind her and sticks on the long tube. The class bully’s team returns each holding a can of black spray paint and quick dry spray glue. She closes her eye in her tight unmovable cast as the spray painters cover her entire body in black paint and then in spray glue. Keeping her eyes close she feels her captors life her off the floor and then put her down elsewhere.

Her ordeal now over she slowly opens her eyes. What she sees is unbelievable! They would definitely get top marks if this project were graded. Her body as she know it no longer existed instead in it place was a very sexily posed female cat-girl on all fours. Every single part of her body was covered in a black cast.

The bell then rings during her admiration and all of her class put down their stuff and run out the door to enjoy the sunshine. Even she was enjoying it but not as much, as she soon realized that they had left her in the sun to fully dry out.

I her mind as she closed her eyes to sleep in the sun, she couldn’t do anything else. She hoped that the headmistress would come soon to check on her performance and to rescue her.

Another year, another term. I thought everything was going to go smoothly again this year. More students have enrolled and we have a new building erected on the campus. The school consists of the five story main performance building that house the main performance stage; several smaller single floor dance halls, several changing rooms, most of the classrooms, washrooms, and my office with other less important of bits and bobs rooms. In case you haven’t realize I am the headmistress of this school and recently, actually over the last few months we have had a spat of vandalism as well as strange going on.

Our first case scenario was when a small class of girls got trapped in the corridor. They had only just come out of the evening ballet classes that we run when several of them suddenly stopped walking towards the changing rooms and began shouting in earnest for the last two to stop and get help. Naturally they decided to help their friends only to find themselves unable to move too. You see ballet shoes are made out of rather thin material and liquids tend to seep through.

The commotion soon reached my ears and as a small crowed had gathered a weird sight. There were eight girls in total six of them were stuck in neat little pairs however on of the pairs were in a strange position with both palms and bottoms on the floor. They must have tried pulling each other out and fell down. One of them was sitting down next to the wall in quite a lot of distress. The last one was just standing there really calm. I had to call out the janitor and he told me he had mopped that place earlier today when the cafeteria spilled the soup. Must have been some strong soup he told me before getting his trolley. After emptying the cleaner fluid into a bucket of water he began spreading it around. One of the on looking girls pointed out that the bottle of cleaner fluid said ‘Tiling Glue’ rather than the ‘Swipe’ we normally use.

The janitor then told me that it wasn’t his doing in my office later after that mess had been cleaned up naturally I believe him as a possible error but I told him any further mistake would require serious attention.

Then next incident was an attack on one of our students. Although she did not see her attacker as she shielded her eyes. We did find her glued standing on the four-floor west stairwell. She told me that she had been doing some rhythmic dancing in her long sleeved leotard before going back downstairs to the changing rooms when someone appeared from above and fired something at her face. Naturally she shielded herself only to find that she could not remove her arm from her face as the glue had dried. Stumbling backwards she allowed the attacker to glue her standing upright in the middle of the stairwell, which was where her friend found her an hour later.

The next attack must have been well planned. I was in my office inspecting twenty-four bottles of make up glue that had just arrived this morning. Just glue and no remover! When a girl rudely burst into my office crying and telling me that the assailant had struck again. I was wondering what she was babbling about when she managed to say stuck in my leotard at me. I rushed to the changing room when she just came from to see two other girls in the same predicament with the friend pulling on different parts to help or hurt them. I ordered a quick search of the room only to find nothing turn up anywhere. I had half suspected that the person took his time at this and was still in the room. I turned back to the stuck trio and noticed that the leotards stretched so I deduced that the lining had been glued. Half an hour later I had them out with hot water and soap.

More surprising things then arrived. We received several packages:

Long sleeved black latex swan tutu that came with thigh high black latex ballet boots, black latex tights, shoulder length black latex gloves, black latex panties with dildos and black latex tiara.

Long sleeved white latex swan tutu that came with thigh high white latex ballet boots, white latex tights, shoulder length white latex gloves, white latex panties with dildos and white latex tiara.

Turquoise mermaids tail that reaches up to ones breasts with Turquoise shoulder length gloves, ear fins that block out the sound and a large human sized latex clam complete with pearl.

And an assortment of various colour latex leotards.

A rather peculiar item of silicon also arrived, a male to female bodysuit!

We also found out that the person or persons responsible had spiked the hand moisturiser as well. During a dress rehearsal of out performance for later this year, a pair of our girls decided to use some moisturiser before we resume. Placing their hand on each others bottom and start their routine along with three other pairs. The only difference between this pair’s moves was that they moved inwards towards each other, surprised by this move. They moved their hands lower and ended up with both hands on each other’s bottom. Not only did this waste a days worth of rehearsals it also ruined both the ballet costumes they were wearing and put them out of the productions.

Now what on earth is this commotion about a peeping tom inside the ground floor of the girl’s changing room?

Everything was seemingly going smoothly for my next attack at the Royal School of Ballet. In case you haven’t figure out who I am, from reading about my pranks that I have played on them. Poor sobs. I am from the school next door. I am the ace. The one who manages to answer everything on a test. The one that ask questions which teachers cannot answer. The one that scored 189 IQ points on an IQ test.

I was the one that decided the new art teacher needed to be baptized by my hand. The one that messed up the Royal School of Ballet for the last couple of months and I am to do it all over again. None of my classmates know that I am the one that is secretly attacking them. This is a one-man job. But I have to be cautious lest I brag and get caught.

Getting from our school to the girls boarding school is no easy manner. They have several huge female security guards at the front gate to their school. I swear they must be retired German heavy weight lifters. I have seen one lifting a car with one hand to stop its alarm when it went off. Their fingers are like sausages and muscles are visible all over their bodies. Getting tackled by them will cost anyone some ribs.

Apart from the front door there is little choice of getting in a tall 9-foot brick wall surrounds their campus anyone climbing over it would bee seen immediately by the guard. However I have a small surprise rather than going over it I go through it. I had hacked away at the corner of one wall where bushes line our and their side several bricks were loose enough to allow me through.

Once through I have to restack the brinks so that no one would know where I came in that way the tunnel stays a secret. You have to follow the bushes all the way till you behind the dorms where the girls stay at night. Here is the tricky part you have to go on your belly up the slight hill, as there is a small gap between the end of the bushes and the guard post that doesn’t get blocked by the dorms.

Once you reach the dorms one has to look for an open window to get inside the main building or dorms. The dorms have an electronic card pass and I haven’t yet managed to circumvent that. The main building has its door facing the guard post and well no sane person would want to run by them.

Today I am going to try and get into the main building. It’s rather huge and has it own auditorium and stage. It is also very modern as under the stage there is hydraulics that allows it to rise and fall in places. There are four levels to it so let see if they have a ground floor window open.

Climbing in this one is no use it’s the kitchen that supplies food to the entire place. You would get found out in no time, as there are always at least two people in there. Here is another one but again its useless I went in there once it’s the janitor’s cupboard. It’s locked from the outside; all I managed to do last time was switch his cleaning fluid for slow dry glue. I heard that several girls got caught when going back to the changing rooms. That far one over there is a good one it leads to one of the girl’s restrooms, which is next door to the changing rooms. I am in. Well that was easy again.

The sound of flushing toilets immediately put me on alert. I walked quickly to the door that let out to the corridor only to hear footsteps. I retreated to the other door available and that lead into the changing rooms. Not many places to hide here on this part of the first floor. Gah! Both the doors into here are opening. I had to hide I wrenched open the first empty full-length locker that I could find that would fit me and closed its metal door.

Looking through the grill I heard many girls enter through the corridor door and a single girls enter from the restroom door which I cam through. Their chatter was loud enough to mask my breathing or I would have had to hold my breath. Looking through the locker door grill I could see the girls splitting up and selecting their lockers. One of them proceeded down the aisle and stopped right outside the locker I was hiding in.

My heart was about to leap out of my chest hoping that she had chosen either of the lockers next to mine. I heard the sound of the door coming loose and in seconds I was revealed in the light of the changing room.

“Ho! Ho! A peeping tom eh?” she mused over me before she slammed the door and I heard the familiar click of a padlock outside. I was caught.

“Get the Headmistress I have caught a boy from next door in here.” She announced.

Flurries of feet were heard running to the door to spread the word.

I was brought or rather carried by the guard into the Headmistress’ office and plonked into one of her seats. Scanning me from head to foot.

She said to me “A peeping tom eh?” we cant have that type of information leaked out it would dampen the reputation of this school.

“Well boy what do you have to say for yourself?” she questioned. “Nothing! Caught red handed hiding in a locker in a girl’s changing room in a girl’s school.”

“Call the police madam.” The guard suggested.

“No, no, no that would never do we can’t send a first time offender to a correction institute just because he was curious.” The Head said.

“You can’t do nothing to me!” I burst out.

“Ahh! The boy has found his tongue!” she exclaimed “Well boy since you are now in a girl’s school and it is the end of the day for normal classes. I think you should join in on what we do after school.”

“This past couple of month’s we have received several rather strange shipments of items.” She paused to let it sink in. “Such as 24 one litre bottles of makeup glue which came without remover, a thick black latex swan lake tutu complete with tights, gloves, tiara, ballet boots which reaches up to the top of ones leg and black panties that include dildos!”

“What else was there? A white tutu of the exact same type as the black one. Several corsets of various colours, a teal-turquoise coloured latex mermaid’s tail that covers the user up to their breasts that prevents walking, shoulder length latex gloves of the same colour, ear pieces that block out sound and a large clam shell with pearl to complete.”

“The latex leotards!” reminded the guard.

“Yes that too as well as a package that contained a silicon male to female bodysuit.” She roared. “One would think we were running a fetish shop. Of course to avoid bad publicity all the items were paid for by us when they arrived. So there was no harm done to the school. Well boy want a little tour?” she sneered.

I was taken rather roughly by the guard out of the room followed by the Headmistress and a ton of girls who had decided to eavesdrop on the conversation. We arrived in front of a large set of double door, which the Headmistress promptly opened with a small key. Turning on the lights I could see that this was the storeroom for all the costumes that the school had bought. Items ranged from American to Chinese, Indian to Arabic, and Brazilian to Russian. She quickly walked over to several boxes that were in the centre of the room picked several items out of it into a smaller box.

The girls that had followed were giggling and slapping my ass as the guard was again carrying me underarm. The Headmistress then led me to another part of the school where there was a make up room. My eye instantly recognized the bottles of make up glue that I had ordered for them.

Opening the boxes she carefully laid out the costume that she had picked for me. It was the entire black latex swan lake tutu, along with a black corset and the silicon male to female bodysuit. She then turned to her students and shooed them out of the room before locking the door behind her and coming back.

“We simply cannot have a boy in our school so as long as you’re here you will have to be a girl.” the Head fussed while the guard sniggered.

“Strip him!” The Head ordered the guard. The guard held me dangling by one foot as she jerked my clothes away from me including my undershirt and underpants. After all this was done she gingerly placed me down on the floor. I looked at the Head that held out the silicon male to female bodysuit.

“Well put it on boy or would you rather ask her to help you?” she signalled to the guard who took two steps forward to grab me. “I’ll do it!” I squeaked. I did not want to be man handled by her again much to her disappointment.

The inside of the silicon bodysuit was glistening with something, which I did not think much of. I put my two legs into the proper holes, and then tucked my manhood into the pouch available before pulling it over my shoulders. I had read that the pouch would be able to contain my manhood even if it was fully erect and it would allow feeling to transmit across the skin on the inside. I felt someone grab the zipper and roughly pull upwards. The suit was slick and now I was too on the inside.

The head handed to me the glistening black latex panties with penetrating dildos next. I remembered that I had ordered these to be remotely controlled. A shiver ran down my spine as I gingerly worked them up my legs and into the orifices the bodysuit offered. Again they were very slick as I shoved them into me. I saw the remote handed from the Head to the guard. “Use this if he doesn’t dress fast enough.”

I was then handed the black corset. I turned to the guard and asked for help, as I did not know how to wear this. She picked me up and told me to put my legs through holes before she pulled the corset upwards forcing the panties to reach further inside me. She then began to lace the back of the corset shut. The bodysuit followed the flow and shrunk my waist accordingly before augmenting the breasts. I now had cleavage that I never had before. I also felt very full around my stomach areas.

Next came a pair of black latex tights, which I needed to sit down to deal with that lasted a minute as the corset pushed my panties further into me, I stood up again.

It took several minutes of struggling as if fighting with a limp octopus before the tights were smoothed over my legs. They now look a lot thinner than they used to and my legs felt very slick too.

A pair of black shoulder length gloves was forced in my direction. The minute I tried rolling the sleeves up I got slapped on the hands and dropped the gloves. The Head then picked them up and signalled for the guard to help. I was told hold out my hands.

As they each stood behind me holding one glove and with a quick pull and slick movements both gloves were already at my shoulders.

The Head turned and brought out the largest piece of clothing, the black latex tutu. I looked at in disbelief. The tutu was long sleeved leotard that reached down to the wrists. Around the back was a small zip of about 10 cm long that would allow the user to put its head through from inside. But what was so special about it was that the tutu itself was 75 cm in diameter. One and a half time the normal size for a tutu she explained and also, as she moved her hand that held the rim of the tutu, it only folds downwards which means that once your inside you will have to have help in getting out.

With a nod of her head the guard seized both of my hand and held them high above my head. She then worked my arms into the sleeves as the guard quickly let go and grasped them again before she slowly slid and pulled the leotard down over my head and close the locking mechanism between my crotch. The guard let go at this and the Head told her to fetch the remaining items from the line up as she herself fiddle with smoothing out all the lumps and creases around me until she was satisfied and zipped up the zipper close around my throat.

I was told to sit in front of one of the makeup tables and to close my eyes. I could feel the guard roughly stretching out my feet before I felt the ballet boots slide onto them and laced in, first the left foot then the right. I could also feel the Head masterfully brushing on makeup. I felt a wig too being place on my head before the tiara was pressed into it. I could only guess what the wig was like the standard comb fully back with the bob at the end. I counted about five minutes before the head told me to open my eyes. What greeted me back was a rather peculiarly dress prima ballerina. Peculiar because although the costume looked standard one would not have guess it was made out of latex and prima ballerina because that is what I looked like.

The Head urged me to stand up I collapsed at the first attempt as the six inch high boots made me walk on tiptoes and I was definitely not ready for that. However she had already turned away from me with the guard following suit. She yelled at me from the door to come quickly. As I tried to stand up properly without wobbling like jelly I saw her disappear around the corner. This was the first opportunity as I tried to bend the tutu upwards without much success, even pushing down proved fruitless as the tutu then covered my crotch totally. What first brought me to my senses was the hum of the panties that were now deep inside me. I staggered to the wall and using it as a support made my way out of the makeup room.

It took eons to traverse down the hallway and up a level to one of the dance halls with the wall as support before the panties were shut off. My legs were like jelly and the vibrating in me was not helping at all. As I stepped into the classroom I was introduced as the new student who would be joining them for today. I could see the girls in their get up smile, I even recognised the one that turned me in earlier. They all walked up to me and closely looked at me fearing to touch me as if I had some disease.

I spent the next three hours of my life as a ballerina dancing as the rest of the class did any hint of even trying to resist soon brought me down to a wobbling mass as the panties activated.

It was early evening when class was dismissed and I was shown back to the make up room to change out of the cloths they had so kindly lent me. As the door closed behind me I tried to remove first the tiara and the wig only to find that they were stuck to my head. Pulling on the gloves, boots and zipper all produced the same tugging sensation. I look around the room and saw that several large bottles of makeup glue were missing from their shelf. Walking to the bin, I had mastered moving about in the boots, I pink up one of the bottles unscrewed the cap and peered into it. It was empty! I opened the door and walk in the getup I was trapped in to the Heads office. There I saw her grinning from ear to ear like a large cat that had caught it prey.

“Why don’t you stay the night?” she offered.

“I can’t my parents are expecting me home.”

“Well you can go home like this I can lend the clothes to you for several more days.” Still smiling.

“I have to be in school tomorrow please give me the remover for this.”

“I am sorry like I said earlier someone ordered 24 bottles of makeup glue and no remover don’t worry though I have placed an order that will come through in three days time.” She explained coolly. “I have also taken the liberty to arrange with your headmaster for you to be exchanged here for the time being. Now all we need to do is convince your parents that you will be staying elsewhere for the coming nights.” She looked at me like a rat that had been caught stealing cheese.

I had no choice I phone my parents up and explained to them that I would be staying at a friend’s house for the coming nights to help him catch up which was met with praise from them both. I was shown to my room in the girl’s dorm and given my own pass card before flopping down on the bed. I made another feeble attempt at trying to remove the things that I was now wearing without any success. With myself exhausted and trying not to think of my predicament, I feel into a deep sleep.

He was woken up the next day by a buzzing that was happening inside His body. Totally forgetting where he was. What greeted him in the morning was a quick stumble and kissing the floor. Looking at the source of the problem what greeted him was a pair of long black latex ballet boots and tights. His look of horror spread as he then saw the long black latex skirt that he was wearing. Using his hands to claw at the edges of the skirt trying to pull it away. A greater shock was waiting for him. His hands were also in long black latex gloves. He had breasts too! He grabbed at the breasts and pulled outwards as if they would dislodge themselves. His mind could not comprehend what had happened and he ran towards the room exit. Wrenching open the door a stern voice greeted him.

“Well that took you long enough girl,” the guard said switching off the buzzing inside him.

That’s not one of my maids! He thought. He fainted!

The fact that the Ace had fainted in his rubbery new looks only allowed the guard to handle him without resistance, which suited her fine as she picked him up and carried him off to meet with the headmistress.

The headmistress was quite surprised that they had arrived so soon. She had been expecting that it would have take at least half an hour of persuasion and teetering by him to get use to his new en point position of his feet rather than him entering slumped over the shoulder of the guard that help capture him yesterday.

It didn’t matter that much to her though as she had a smelling salts capsule over her hand but she decided not to use it to wake him up yet. Instead she motioned the guard over to a device that was set up in the shape of an upside down “T”.

The head mistress quickly put on a lower half face gag into the Ace’s mouth while the guard roughly dropped his buttocks into the saddle and began strapping him in under his black rubbery tutu. She then moved down his black rubber legs belting them to the frame of the equipment until she reached his en point ballet boots. It was here that his two ankles were strapped into two “O” shaped rotatable steel devices. It didn’t matter that his arms were free he wasn’t going to be getting free by his own accord the rubber tutu had proven that last night with his futile attempt.

When both of his legs were secured to the equipment the headmistress broke the smelling salt capsule and the ace woke up with a jolt only to find his legs rigid to whatever was under his tutu. It was this jolt too that he remembered where he was and what had happened the day earlier. He didn’t however have a recollection of what had just happened and try as he may to move his legs he couldn’t and neither could he see what his legs were in due to his tutu.

“After your pathetic attempt at ballet yesterday, I,” she paused “have decided to speed up your training with a three hour session of the splitter. By the end of this lesson you should be able to do the splits with your left foot, right foot and sideways.”

The Ace’s eyes widened in terror as the headmistress continued her explanation of his lesson.

“The equipment that you are strapped to at the moment has been set to make you do a random split every five minutes which will shorten to every thirty seconds, random as in the type of split. You might find yourself in great pain but the pain will ease as you get used to it.” She said as she approached.

The Ace saw her hand reach under his tutu and withdraw. Upon her hand retracting back into his view he suddenly felt the equipment drop pulling him down and splitting apart his legs.

He quickly braced his legs preventing the equipment from dropping him any further.

“What you are doing is quite pointless.” The headmistress said to him about his latest act of defiance. “The equipment is well lubricated and your muscles will soon grow weak as they continue to brace you in that position. You will then find that you will get hurt more if you resist than if you cooperate but that decision is up to you.”

He yelled at her.

“Yelling to attract attention won’t help you either. You’re in one of the older rooms under the school reserved for those who didn’t follow school procedures. Many of our students do not know of these rooms existence but you will be using several of the other equipment kept here. I keep them in good condition just in case. That gag is to prevent you from biting your own tongue. I don’t want a messy accident on my hands.”

It was at this point that she turned and left the room with the guard following and closing the door on me.

The Ace could feel that the splitter was splitting his legs with the left leg forward and the right leg back. He tried to relax a bit as the tiredness of the brace position that he kept up started to set in. It was in that split second of relaxing that he again dropped to a new low in the height above the floor. His tendons now started to kick in adding pain to the already straining muscles that were keeping him from the floor.

When he thought that he could maintain this position as long as it was needed a small chiming sound occurred and suddenly the pain increased beyond his imagination.

The equipment had suddenly pulled him straight down ensuring the performance perfect split. Now anyone can imagine what someone who had never done any stretching exercise beyond normal pain boundaries. He suddenly felt pain that made his eyes instantly water and he bit down hard on his rubber gag. Both his legs felt that they were on fire as his tendons and ligaments were stretched to there fullest. In fact it was as if neither of his legs were there any more just the pain.

He had done the split for just only a minute but the searing pain going through both his legs made it feel like hours before the equipment slowly up righted him again and he could finally relax his legs. It was a good thing that the equipment supported him fully for it he wasn’t he would have fallen down as his legs felt like jelly. The only thing that was going through his mind and showing through his tears was the pain that he had just experience. As the machine chose another split for him to do he silently begged for release from its cycle as he slowly descended into another split.

It was three hours later before the head mistress returned by then the pain had subsided, he had run out of tears and was uncontrollably sweating. Helped back onto solid ground away from the equipment the headmistress asked for a show of what he had learned. Obediently he performed in front of the headmistress the perfect split with the left leg leading, the right leg leading and sideways. The headmistress nodded her head in agreement that they were acceptable before telling the guard to let him rest for a while before taking his next lesson.

It had been three months since my three-day stay in the paper mache cat statue that the class had arranged for me. Ever since then however the class had been perfect, a bit too perfect. Nothing had gone wrong, even the class prankster had been an absolute angel so that you couldn’t tell his bad from his good.

I had kept the paper mache statue when I was let out of it. It was a very itchy process. The solvent left every bit of skin really red; luckily though no surgery was required to remove the pieces that were stuck inside me. The cat statue now greets everyone that enters the apartment that I had rented when I moved to the area. However since it was hollow now without me inside it and in several pieces I had to rebuild it before sealing off the eyes and the nose holes that were the only ways to identify me previously.

I was to teach the class how to make ancient plaster tablets to repay the history teacher. She was the one that found me trapped as I was. I had found out that she would be leaving at the end of her contract to follow up on finishing her master’s degree that she was studying part time on. All she could tell me about it was that her professor had discovered the location of a rare tomb and would need her to document it once the unearthing was done. I turned to the class.

“Today we will be making ancient plaster tablets, here is what you will need.”

“Please listen carefully.” I warned.

“One plastic try mould, three plaster bandages, a cup of plaster powder and water.”

“Has everyone got that written down?” I questioned.

“The rest of the instruction are on this whiteboard” I moved to write on it.

1. Unravel the bandages and then lay them into the tray.
2. Fill the tray half full with water.
3. Use a mixing cup: add the plaster powder and two cups of water.
4. Mix till it is really smooth and pour into the tray.

The class proceeded smoothly and being the last class of the day they were really quick and soon all the tablets were drying out in the trays. I was a bit puzzled though the table with the class ace and the mischief-maker still had a rather large full mixing cup.

As I walked across the one of the twins accidentally knocked over their pencil case from the table just before the aces. Without thinking I bent down to help him pick it up. The next thing that happened was unexpected. With the speed of a rabid cheetah the troublemaker whipped his hand around the back of my T-shirt and into my one piece underwear, his other hand picked up the mixing cup and dumped half the contents down my back!

I jumped up as if I had been stung. Not noticing his hands swing to the front I found the rest of it being emptied down that way. It took about three minutes before I realized that the stuff had hardened around the top my body down to my waist. I looked at the ace, who was smiling and holding up a can of fast drying PVC glue.

“Miss, please don’t struggle.” The bully moved in behind me and tied my hands together behind my back.

“I think today in order to further our appreciation of art, we will be generous and offer a gift to a fellow school.” Several claps sounded.

“Miss would you like to assists us?” he asked.

My clothes weren’t cut from me this time just carefully taken off. I was told stay standing by him.

Panning my gazed around the room I could see the ace instructing people to mix the glue, water and powder together until it looked like dough. It was quite cold with nothing on but my under wear but this soon changed.

Plaster bandages dipped in the dough began to arrive. The bully standing guard untied my hands that I rubbed. He the roughly forced me into a kneeling position as the first lot of bandages arrived. The class wound the bandages around my neck and down my body.

As it continued I noticed that the class were deliberately missing my breasts but instead structured it so that they were being pushed further out. Then came a rude surprise as I felt my sex and ass being penetrated by rolled up bandages before more hand helped to wind other bandages between my legs so that they were pushed up inside me.

I tried moving my shoulders to prevent it from happening but my shoulders would not respond. I was then hit in the back right on my spine. The pain caused me to jerk forward and thrust my breasts, which were still uncovered further out only to find that when I tried to right myself that I couldn’t as the casting had hardened.

Wet plaster arrived this time it was used to cover my breasts that had been forced further out. I could now feel the lower part of my body and my sex slowly succumb to numbing as the plaster around there too dried out.

Being in such a position I could not look anywhere below my waist. My hands were then the next to be treated the bandages were wound quickly from the shoulders all the way down to my fingers. Making me look as if I was wearing a leotard with gloves. They were then quickly guided so that they extended above my head in an oval shape. It was just in time too as I felt the hardening casts slowly go up from my shoulders. My hands that I held apart were slapped together just before drying reached them causing them to be slightly separated.

For some reason they forced me to sit down on a chair. I couldn’t see where it was so I found out that I was sitting using only one bum with other touching air. My feet were then straightened out into an En Pointe position before being wrapped. I decide to let it fall back into the normal bend position before being roughly shoved back into En Pointe. I could guess what they were doing now I was going to be a ballerina statue.

The wrapping quickly proceeded up each leg locking my legs into straight lines but just before the bandages joined with the bottom of the plaster body. One of my legs was lifted in its straightness so that it was a right angle to the other. I felt the hands let go but could feel support still there. The last of the bandages were then applied to my legs forever in this ballerina pose. I muse say I was glad that the support coming from the plaster was very rigid as I would never have been able to stand on one foot without it.

I then realized why I could see the entire class again. They had finished everything apart from my face. Grabbing my nose I had to open my mouth to breath. I was quickly spoon fed several large helpings of plaster which I did not swallow before a bandage starting from the top of my neck covered my mouth. The bandage continued around several time but always just below my hair. The ace in the group then set my hair into a bun so that I looked like a naked ballerina before plaster was applied all over it. The last I saw was two spoonfuls of plaster covering my eyes causing me to close them.

It was tough getting the teacher to comply but I didn’t think that she would go so easily. The 30 to 1 odds in the class must have been a deciding factor. All we need to do now is to apply the plaster paste all over her before painting a layer of glue then we can donate her next door. Yes we also need to get a stand for her too standing on one’s leg doesn’t provide much support to the whole statue. I wonder how long it will take for the teachers to find her this time around? They should be able to make her up without our clumsy help. Then no one would know of that incident with me.

At the royal school of ballet next door…

“Ah, it’s a very well done statue from your class boy.” Complimented the headmistress of the ballet school. “Let’s get her into uniform shall we?”

“What will she be wearing?” I asked.

“It will be wearing the white latex swan costume,” she replied. “Since you people wrecked the black latex swan costume last time!”

“Terribly sorry about that but I am here to make amends.” I said.

“I can see that boy, so come help me get the costume and get it on her.” I complied without hesitation.

“Let’s see here’s the white latex tutu she will be wearing. The white latex ballet boots and the white latex tights. Umm that headdress is quite high up can you climb up there to get it and here are the shoulder length gloves for the role.”

It was quite by accident that we managed to find a young lady trapped inside a plaster statue that had been given too us. Naturally I was quite upset at the fact that both sets of the latex swan lake costumes had now been ruined both of them had their marks of use.

We had found the teacher as she managed to tell me over several very sweet cups of water that it was the class ace that I had a previous meeting with that had forced her into that predicament. We had our school nurse check her over in case there were and health problems that needed hospital treatment. The school nurse told us that she was in good health although should would need several days rest.

I ask the guard to take her home and proceeded to think about what was the best way in dealing with this problem. Obviously she wanted a method in which ‘the ace’ would not bother her anymore while she was still teaching there. The only time would be the school’s play, a yearly event where all the students participated. Yes that would be the best place I thought to myself, large enough to hide him in, yet still be able to produce an effect on his that will be permanent. I should also invite his parts to the show as special guests. He does own the institute in the town and the invite will pave the way for several of my students who wish to partake in its research. The only trouble is now to decide what type of play we are going to do.

It has been two weeks since I was free from the plaster mould. I have stuck to the fundamental basics of art and decided that any extreme work should not be done least I become the victim again. The class are acting like angels again and have often asked if I was sick for the period even thought they knew exactly where I was. I found it hard to maintain a straight face whenever looking at ‘the ace’. I knew what was in store for him and laughing at the mental image in my head would just give the game away.

It was only in my small apartment where I would not be heard by others did the headmistress phone me up and informed me that the play they were doing this time around would be ‘The Little Mermaid’, a very good Disney Classic. It was then that she broke out the details of the subject. I was quite infuriated when she told me that he would have a speaking part but I managed to coax her into giving him some other position instead at the back where he would be prominent in view and have nothing to say.

With the telephone conversation ended I was rolling around at his prospects of being able to ever hold his head up in this town again if he was recognised. I would take my art skills to give him a face that would not be recognised by everyone. I really couldn’t wait for the next month to roll by quickly.

During the month running up to the production the headmistress had asked our headmaster if I could be borrowed every now and then to work on the props, background and costume designs. I was kept very busy but the headmistress always made time for me to work on the special subject.

One of the equipment that I got to work on was a large clamshell. It was huge and I found that I could lie quite comfortably inside on the meat of the clam. It had been delivered by some fetish store that also delivered the costume that he would be wearing. The insides of the clam were pink in colour, soft and rubbery. It gave a very nice and cosy feeling to me.

I decided to modify the original design as the tow part making up the shell were set at right angles and could not close or open. It took a hacksaw and several hours’ worth of work before I managed to sever the supports that kept the two pieces together.

The entire process of modifying the shell took me a week. During that time I added a hinge so that the two parts could now open and close freely. I also added a new hinge lock that would keep the shell either at close, half open, fully open or flat. A lock was also hidden into the shell so that the close the shell could only be opened from outside.

Then came the work on the inside of the clam. I added a large, white latex pearl to the clam. Actually it was a small beach ball that I covered in white latex, filled with liquid latex and polished off the outside to give a pearl colour. The soft meat inside the clam was also adjusted so that it was fuller.

I had my first accident when I was finished with making the new clam. I had set the hinge lock at fully open and was on the meat on all fours when my elbow hit the hinge lock and loosened it. The shell immediately fell on top of me squashing me into its folds like a bug. I also heard the hidden lock mechanism click into force. I found that it was quite dark inside the clam but it was also soft, comfortable but also hard to move in due to the latex rubbing against my skin.

I was most fortunate that the headmistress managed to find me when she was about to leave for the night. It did however take half an hour to get me out as I had hidden the lock a bit too well. I had to instruct her through the muffles about finding the lock, lifting the lid and opening the lock. I was quite relieved to get out but I really enjoyed getting trapped like that and ask if the headmistress might have the shop that sent the item so I could order something for the play from them. In my mind that was an outright lie, I wanted something of my own.

The great opening day had arrived and I had made several items that would help me get revenge on ‘the ace’ as well as making it a great play. It was going to open this evening with a show a day for five days before the play really ends. I will be leaving it up to the guard to find ‘the ace’ and bring him to his changing room. I also needed to get made up.

I was walking to school with my friends when I saw the guard step out in front of me bumping me down onto the pavement. With quick reflexes she picked me up and pressed hard on my arm.

“Yow!” I yelled.

“Oh my! Your injured I’ll take you to our nurse.” She tried to act. “You other kids run on home.” She sprinted back into the girl’s school carrying me. I half expected her to drop me the minute she was out of sight of the main gate but she didn’t and I really thought she cared. That gave great relief to me until I recognised that I was going to the dressing room where I had one had an entire ballet costume glued to me. Before I knew it I was inside the room looking at the headmistress and an old woman.

“Ah! Our main guest is here,” the headmistress said obviously indicating me, “We are one short for our play this year and I would like you to play the role.”

“What’s in it for me? I have already paid my debt.” Indicating that I was not interested.

“Ahh yes! For payment how about the negatives for the photos that we took of you in the black swan tutu. You obviously enjoyed it. You were in it for three whole days.” She remarked.

“Let’s see them then!” I challenged “No photos, no proof of that happening.”

I could see the headmistress reaching inside her clothes for an inside pocket and she withdrew several photos which she then walked over and handed them to me. I could see myself in the picture glued in that black latex swan costume. “Fine but this is the last time!” I touted back. “It will be the last time.” The headmistress said smiling. “This woman here will dress you up for the part. Don’t worry yours is not a speaking part mainly just ornamental.” I grabbed to male to female latex bodysuit that I was trapped in last time and stormed behind the curtains to change into it. Once I was in it flung back the curtains and sneered at the old woman “So what are you going to put on me?”

The old woman’s response was slow. She held up a tube of make up glue that I recognized instantly and patted at the seat for me to sit down. I could feel her breath down the back of my neck as she slowly applied the glue around the rim of the suit. She did it so slowly and so carefully that I must have fallen asleep.

Anyway, a quick shake had my senses going again. This time she held face up a pair of turquoise double plug latex panties that had blobs of the glue covering it all over. She must have emptied an entire tube into them. I stood up holding the slimy panties and began its long climb up my legs until the fitted nicely into my ass and artificial sex.

I must have been really thinking about the panties case when I looked up I could not see where that hag had went until I saw her hand behind a black screen. She had a turquoise latex corset in her hand with the slimy glue inside. Motioning getting into the corset I quickly put it on no longer contemplating my situation. She then grabbed the back of the corset, rummaged for the strings and attached it to a contraption mounted to the wall. Her hand then indicated for me to walk forwards away from the wall. I did as she motioned and found that every step forward I took the corset got tighter and tighter. By the time I hear the weights hit the top of the contraption I had some difficulty breathing. That old bitch then tied a knot in the laces and more glue was added down the back. I now had a very hourglass shape.

Returning to the seat she handed me a pair of turquoise latex tights. Looking inside I couldn’t see any glue only to have the tube roughly shoved into my face. I decided that I would add the glue to the tights, unscrewing the top I added a drop of glue to the rim of the tights and then tried to put them on. The witch grabbed the glue away from me and squeezed whiled circling her hands above the tights opening. I watch in horror as the entire tube emptied itself into the tights. The feet must be swimming in glue now. I put my right foot into the tights and could feel even hear the squelch of the glue as it covered my foot. My left was the next to receive the treatment and then I pulled the tights slowly up. That must have been the worst pair of tights I have ever wore, it felt worse that having a water balloon popped in your pants. When the tights reached my waist a healthy sludge trail of glue was slowly working its way down the outside of the tights. The woman then got a rag and began wiping off the excess by wiping it over the front of the corset paying special attention to my newfound breasts.

She then held out to me another tube of makeup glue and shoulder length flesh latex gloves. I dared not disobey this old sop and emptied a quarter of the tube into the gloves before putting them on. Much to her clapping and cackling, it was strange she seemed to get friskier and faster as I put more of the costume on.

She then opened up a flesh latex long sleeved leotard on the floor and smeared the rest of the tube into that before handing it to me. I struggle for a bit to put it on before she helped me with the zip by applying glue and zipping it up at the same time.

She then pointed to another tow tube of glue that I carried while following her behind another makeshift wall. What greeted me there was a large turquoise latex mermaid’s tail with its back to the ceiling. I dropped the tubes onto my feet. Cripes! I thought I was going to wear that I wouldn’t be able to make a quick getaway when it came. She bent down and picked up the tubes twisting their cap off began to pour both into the tail. When she was satisfied with the amount oozing out of the tail she pushed me down and pointed at it for me to get in. I slowly slid myself in feet first into the dark gooey pit of a tail. I had reach about three feet from the bottom of the tail when she hit the place where my feet were at with her hands and I moved my feet into an en Pointe position so that they slid another foot in the tail. As she poured the glue of the zipper as she closed it I could feel the tail engulfing me all the way up until it reached my bra line at the back and covered my flesh coloured latex breasts at the front. She then picked me up of the floor.

Hang on! When did a granny managed to pick up a sixty kilogram boy?!?!?! I was dropped back into the seat before the granny stood in front of me by about three meters. I then saw her peel off her face. I was stunned underneath it wasn’t a skull with eyes but the face of my art teacher. I leapt up off the seat at once only to find that the tail did not balance so well when upright and fell face first at her feet.

“There is no need to grovel you know Acey boy.” Speaking in a voice like a cat who knew its prey was doomed. “I spent a total of one week as either a cat or as a ballet dancer. I am sure you can do the same.” She pointed to herself. “So let me finish dressing you.”

Lying on my front I really couldn’t see her as she moved astride my tail. I could feel her weight on me as she sat down. With one of her hand she held my cheeks pressing on them till I opened my mouth. With a quick movement something sticky covered my entire face and I close my eyes half expecting them to be glued shut. But no I managed to open them again but this time I saw the world through transparent plastic. I was wearing a mask of some sort that had a huge gag.

Still sitting on the poor boy I added a nice female mask that I made to his face. Then I added a flesh hood that was covered on the inside with makeup glue. The flesh hood made his head look more like a rubber doll but that was quickly changed as I added a long turquoise wig to his head. I then proceeded to glue the gills to the place where his ears were. Again I had made these and they would block out sound to the wearer of them.

When I sat him back on the chair again I was very satisfied that he no longer looked himself and that no flesh of his, what so ever, was protruding from the costume. He was now a truly rubber mermaid. I picked him up again and walked out the door with him to introduce him to his quarters for the next week or so.

I was being carried somewhere by my art teacher. She seems very familiar with the maze of corridors and soon emerged at the performance stage. I could see now what she intended as a large open clamshell able to fit an adult waited for me. I was place in the middle of the clam. She then turned and left me there, alone, giving me a chance to escape. Using the rim of the clam I managed to pull myself so that my breasts dangled form the side of the shell and clattered to the floor. This was when I saw, there at the door she stood.

I saw him there lying on the floor of the stage obviously hoping got get away. I ignored his flight; it would be impossible for him to get far without feet. Instead I walked to the pearl that I had made earlier and applied a large pool of makeup glue to the inside of the clamshell. I then stuck the pearl firmly down on the one side of the clam before walking back to the struggling figure that was now at the edge of the stage ready to fall into the orchestral pit.

I stood behind him and grabbed his tail pulling backwards despite his scrabbling hands and picked him up again. This time when I settle him down sideways onto the clam his head rested on top of the pearl. I applied glue to one side of where his buttocks used to be before firmly holding him down amid his struggles. By the time I let go his fight was no longer with me but with the glue that held him firmly inside the clam. With my job done I closed the lid on him locking him inside.

That evil wench smiled as she said good night to me and wished me luck with my performance. The shell then close on me and I was forced to put my head down on the soft latex pearl. One I heard the shell click shut I tried to struggle but found that the rubbery insides of the clam rubbed with my rubbery self creating a seal that prevented al movement. I was now truly stuck until someone rescued me. I then felt all three plugs start up without my permission and move as I could I had to suffer their constant vibrations.

It was absolute hell inside the costume. I couldn’t sleep because of the vibrations in my mouth and around my crotch. I had also lost track of time and of the feelings in my body. They were reduced to stiffness and pains all over. I couldn’t really move as the friction and pressure of the rubber tail and clam prevented me from struggling much. Some time must have pass as I felt a person or people pushing the giant clam I was in around. I could feel it trundling along to some place.

When the clamshell was finally opened the vibrating stopped. I was underneath someplace with a low roof that just allowed the shell to open fully. The art teacher was there again. I put my hands together and pleaded for her to let me out.

“What action is that supposed to be Acey? You don’t look like your pleading. Your face is the wrong expression. Your quite happy aren’t you?” she cooed over me.

“But I am not here to gloat,” her voice change to a more commanding one, “you part in the play is to be the mermaid in the background. Every time the stage that you are beneath opens up and rises, I want you to flick your tail and wave to the people in the audience. Your performance in the play will dictate how often the vibrators in you are turned on. I am quite sure you had a sleepless day right?”

“How fast you are let out of the suit you are wearing will totally depend on how well your entire performance over the days are. We have already contacted your parents and have said that you are at a friends house for the next few days helping me.” She informed.

I really couldn’t here hear that well she must have had earplugs in me but I could read from her lips what she was saying. I nodded in agreement.

That night I gave my best in performing since I had not choice of getting away. I was quite well hidden until the curtain call came and I was the first to rise up to greet the applause. I just really panicked and flicked my tail a bit before waving with both hands. I must have done quite well cause the art teacher congratulated me and told me that tonight the vibrators will not be turned on.

This pattern continued on every night while the performance was on. I gave it my utmost so that I could leave as soon as the show was over. It also helped to alleviate the pains in my body that comes from being unable to move inside the clam when it was closed every night.

I was doing fine every night until the final show where I spied my father and mother sitting in the first row after the first set of dancers moved out of my view. They were sitting next to the headmistress who was gesturing and commenting about the show. She then pointed at me and I winced at having my father or mother recognise or being told that their son was that rubber mermaid. I kept huddle and barely wanted to move during the rest of the play. The curtain call came and everyone was on stage either at one or the other side of me. The headmistress then invites my father up for a speech. While he was talking the headmistress turned to me and gave me the look of a mad cow.

I could hear him as his voice was amplified by the speaking system. He was talking about the girls and boys from both schools graduating, attending university or finding work. He also spoke of the Menarch Institution that he owned would continually provide jobs and financial support to all the people in the city. He also talked about me being the next major influence on the directions of the institute much to the wide smiles of the headmistress and art teacher that applauded him.

It was well past home time for everyone when the guard, the headmistress and art teacher came to visit me under the stage. Together they pushed me back to the dressing room, where the headmistress told me that I had done very well for the past few night except this one. She then continued that they would unglue me.

The art teacher stepped forward and poured the remover over where my butt should and after a few minutes it became free of the clam. I flopped joyfully onto the floor waiting for more of the remover to come. But it didn’t instead the guard picked me up took me outside the school and into a parked car in the car park. The art teacher then slid in beside me behind the wheel. Where the hell did she think was she taking me?

‘Gah! Where was this crazy art teacher of out school taking me?’ I kept thinking, as she drove through the city at night. ‘She promised me that I would be let go when the performance finished! Even she said it was good enough for a quick release!’ The small red car passed through junctions and waited at traffic lights. Every time the car stopped I hope that some person from the law enforcement would approach and question her about the rubber mermaid that was wriggling about with the movement of the car. The other half of me was thinking that no one should see me like this let alone find me as such, so I sat as deep as I could in the car keep as still as could but either she had terrible driving or was driving as quick as she could to wherever she wanted to be.

The show was finished and the headmistress had been nice enough to say that I could have the mermaid costume as payment for my work on the play. Though she did confide with me and tell me that the rubber mermaid costume was worthless to the school and would have sold it for as low a price as possible to get rid of it. I was driving as quickly as I could through the darken streets hoping to get my prize back to my flat. The headmistress also gave me a lot of bottles of the remover for the makeup glue that I had used on the costume.

I was still thinking of the best way to get the costume off its current owner when I shot a red light. I stepped on the accelerator more hoping that the cops did not see that. I rounded the corner of the last street and approached the home straight. ‘The Ace’ was remaining very still ‘Was he dead?’ we didn’t feed him for fives straight.

I felt the car slow and drive into a tunnel ‘Must be an underground car park’. I was not thinking too straight I had been in the costume for five days and had nothing to eat or drink. I was starving but not terribly thirsty as the plug in my mouth allowed me something to suck on. I was about to pass out again when I felt the seatbelt that held me released and I was carried into a lift. A small round light indication the seventh floor was pressed. The lift door opened and I was carried out and round to another door. I was placed on the floor for a moment while the teacher fumbled for her key to the flat. The last thing I remember before I passed out was the sound of running water.

‘The ace’ had fainted again. He had been doing that a lot after the fourth day it must be the hunger getting to him. I place him in my bath, began running warm water and empted a few bottles of remover into the bath.

While the bath began filling up I took out a couple of pizzas, frozen lasagna and preheated the oven before retuning to the bathroom. I turned off the water that was feeding into the bath and made sure that ‘the ace’ was facing up wit his face out of the water. The last thing I needed was him; drowning in my bath!

I returned to the kitchen and unwrapped the decorative packaging on the food and placed them into the oven. I had thirty minutes before the food would start burning from its cooked state. I returned to the bathroom.

‘The ace’ was still out when I lifted him slightly out of the water and turned him around so that I could reach the mermaid’s tail’s zipper. I yanked downwards hard and the zipper went all the way to the bottom. But that didn’t mean that ‘the ace was out of the tail yet. I had applied the makeup glue to the whole of the insides of the tail and so short thick strands of yellow goop was now cling from one side of the zipper to the other. The costume to the sides of the zipper still clung fast to the leotard ‘the ace’ was wearing. I pulled on the zipper that close his leotard but that only went down to where the top of the mermaid tail began. I turned him around and prodded him back into the water again to soak.

I walked back into the kitchen and prepared myself a nice cup of coffee. The pizzas and lasagna was just starting to cook, I could smell the dough wafting through the oven door. I downed my coffee and returned to work on removing ‘the ace’ from the costume.

I had just awoke the temperature was very relaxing and I could smell something nice but couldn’t quite tell what it was. I was staring up at the ceiling of someplace and started to sit upright. I was in someone’s bathroom, that’s right, I was in the art teacher’s bathroom, it was a very large bath almost a Jacuzzi and I was partially submerged in a clear liquid. My senses told me to get out of the water just incase she was trying something on me but I felt a hand push me down, it was the art teacher. She then turned me over so that I was facing the bathroom wall with my chin in the water. I felt her yank at the hair that I had been given.

I pulled at mermaid’s hair and the glue gave way a little sending long strands of the yellow goop that I had previously seen with the zipper. I pull harder and the entire thing came off in my hands. I threw it back into the water and then straddled ‘the ace’ to pull of the flesh like hood that I had glue on earlier.

I my mind I screamed ‘AAARRRRGGGHH!’ but only managed a whimpering “mmmuuuppphhh” out of the gag as she pulled on the hood. I felt that she was taking my head off! I really wished that the rubber hood would break. But it didn’t the rubber hood was well built and I could feel the glue struggling to hold against my hair while she used her might to pull. With a loud pop, the entire hood came off and she fell backwards into the water. My head rang with pain as I turned around, I really wanted to curse at her but I couldn’t because of the facemask I was wearing. I close my eyes trying to block out the pain when I felt more pulling. She was now pulling on the facemask but I felt as if she was ripping my face off. I could see the mask slowly leave my face but her wet hands must have lost their grip.

Crap! That last fall got my hands wet and the facemask slipped out of my hands and slapped back into place on ‘the ace’. Gee, I hope that that didn’t hurt too much. He pulled at his own facemask this time and together we managed to get it off. He let out a loud yell and then swearing like I had never heard before.

“That bloody hurt!” I screamed at her. It was the first time in five days that I could talk.

“Well do you want to wear it again then?” she contorted.

“Is that pizza that I smell?” I changed the question.

“Yes. Do you want to eat now or wait until we get you out of that tail?” She asked in a much nicer voice.

“Now,” I nodded, “I am famished. You let me starve for five whole days.”

I pulled myself out of the slightly yellowish water and flopped to the floor. As soon as I hit the floor I knew I needed help, the rubbery tail clung onto the floor. She picked up my tail and like a wheelbarrow wheeled me to the kitchen. Helping me onto a seat, she then took out of the oven food!

I have never seen a boy eat so fast! He finished off the pizza and lasagna with several helping of water in between bites. He took half an hour before telling me that he was full. I carried him back to the bath as he told me that he felt sick when I tried to wheelbarrow him back in.

The next stage would be trouble the mermaid’s tail prevented the removal of the long sleeved leotard, the opera gloves, the tights, the corset and the bodysuit he was wearing.

The tail put up a really big fight it was like trying to drag a hermit crab out of its shell. Every time our grip ran out on the tail it would reclaim him as well as belch out more yellowish liquid. It took us an hour just to get the tail to loosen down to his ankles even then the tail would unexpectedly envelope both his legs again. The water had turned a dark yellow and was very tacky by the time the tail came off. I hung it upside down on the shower curtain railing before draining the tub.

I was exhausted the fight with the tail was really tough every time I thought the tail would come off it just rolled back onto my legs again. I am helping her now after I gaining the us of my legs again the leotard will be next and should be quite simple it has had a long enough soak while we were battling with the tail.

The water has refilled now and she has just tipped another three bottles full of remover into the water. What the hell is she doing now? She’s just place the tail back in the water does she expect me to get into it again?

I could feel her hands turning me over onto my front and pull down the zipper to the leotard. I then kneeled in the tub and use both my hands to rip the leotard off. It came off quite quickly from the soaking it had had and within seconds it was tossed into the water. Only long strands of yellow goop showed where it had once attached too.

Removing the leotard form him was very quick he was really eager to get out of it. I told him to soak for another five to ten minutes before he tries to get the corset and gloves off. There might be a fight with the gloves if the tail was anything to go by. The costume seems to really like him while I think his feelings towards it are mutual.

We spent half an hour tackling the left hand glove again the fight of seeing the glue and glove suck his hand back into it was a problem.

We managed to get the glue to loosen its grip all the way down to just above his wrists. I then suggested that we get the corset off him first and allow the gloves more time to soak. His hands were pretty useless for helping me with the corset as he had those gloves turned inside out extending his reach by about a meter in length.

I was relieved when the tight fitting corset came of my body. The lace that tied up the back just slipped through the holes. Obviously the struggling with the gloves had allowed enough time for the remover to work its course. I was just stepping out of the corset and taking my first deep breath when the pain came and I fell into the water clutching my sides. During my five days of stay in the costume I must have gotten used to the tightness and now I was reacting badly to my body losing it. I kept clutching my waist while keeping my hands under the water for it to soak.

I thought he was going to be sick at first as he collapsed back into the water before he told me that he was all right apart from some severe chest pains. I told him that if he had bothered to study history harder that during times when small waists were preferred by women such pains would occur whenever the person got out of the corset. I then told him that permanent corset wearing would stop the pains and offered to put it back onto him. He shook his head and managed to say something along the lines of I will be all right. I told him that he had to soak some more for the tights to come off.

I started washing out the rest of the costume. The ear plug fins needed to come off the hood, there was a lot of hair in the hood as well which was washed and rinsed out before hung out on the balcony to dry. The next item was the facemask with its plug. I first washed out the glue that was along its sides before disinfecting the plug that ‘the ace’ had been sucking on before sending that out to dry.

The formidable tail that took us over an hour to get off his legs had a lot of gunk in it. ‘The ace’ sitting in the tub could see me ripping out globs of yellow glue from the insides of the tail out into the bath water. My hands were covered in the yellow slime that was being mined from the depths of the tail.

I had just finished scraping out the last of the glue from the tail before I noticed how yellow and sticky the water had become. I immediately drained the tube before refilling it. ‘The ace’ seems to be taking the corset problem quite well he has managed to let go of himself for a period of time before clutching his sides again. He also managed to get his gloves off without help.

I too his gloves from him and swished them about in the bath before cleaning them and leaving them to join with the hood and facemask. He was till sitting there the top half topless and from his waist down a blue turquoise colour in those tights. I worked on the tail again rinsing it out.

I was watching her rinsing out the tail, lather, rinse and repeat. I began pulling off the tights that held me. I was surprised at how easily it came off down to my knees before the glue that hadn’t had contact with the remover took hold. I was kicking and lashing out at the tights as any normal person would, when one of my kicks found its way to the tail that she had just turned inside out to inspect for remaining glue.

The kick knocked the tail out of her hands and like a mousetrap the tail curled closed around my legs again. Luckily this time the tail did not have any glue inside it and was easily pulled off by the art teacher. She said “If you want to be in it so much just say so and I will be glad to put you back into it.” Taking it out onto the balcony to dry. I had the tights and the panties off when she returned. I was surprised at how much they have filled the suit.

When I finished hanging the tail out onto the balcony. I found the ace standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding out the panties and tights. He was still in the bodysuit however and said that he was not going to take it off cause I was a women. I merely laughed as a response and took the tights and panties with their plugs.

Turning to a wardrobe I opened on of the lower draws that contained ‘the ace’ clothes from when we kidnapped him, all nicely pressed and washed. I threw the clothes at him, told him to get out of the female body that he was wearing and stand near the toilets when he did. He would need it.

I was unzipping the bodysuit and pulling it down my legs when all of a sudden I had the urgency to attend to nature. I sat down just in time on the toilet with the bodysuit around my legs as my bowels emptied themselves. I had forgotten that I had not gone to the toilet for five days and the accumulation of waste became apparent when the pressure holding it in faded.

I felt that I had diarrhea by the way it all streamed out of the openings that had opened for them when I took of the bodysuit. I took my time to clean myself off before pulling on the clothes that I owned and not those assigned to me. I asked the teacher where she would like the thing to be put. She just pointed to the sofa and told me to watch TV or something.

With the boy distracted by the television I quietly snuck all the items that belonged to the mermaid’s costume into my room. I quickly put on the panties with their plugs and suppressed a cry of delight as it went in. Next I put on the tights ensuring that I would not be able to get my panties off unless I took off the tights first. I looked at the corset. ‘Do I really need this?’ I thought to myself. Although half my mind said no, the other side managed to say that the corset was part of the costume so I laced myself into it. I could see the enhancing effect immediately.

Although my breathing had quickened with shorter breaths with the corset on, I still dressed just as quickly. I put on the facemask before applying the hood over my head. I could feel the hood pressed the facemask onto my face with a tight hugging sensation all over my head. I tried speaking but next to inaudible murmurs came out. I put on the fin like ears that block out sound. I was now deaf and dumb and I knew how he felt while in the costume but unlike him I was enjoying it. I slapped on the black wig before securing it. The next item was the long shoulder length flesh gloves before the long sleeved flesh leotard was applied. Now there was no way out of any of the thing I was wearing unless the leotard was taken off.

I suddenly felt a rubber hand land on my shoulder. It was the teacher! But unlike the teacher that I knew this creature had turquoise legs and turquoise ear fins, other parts of its body looked like a normal human and the black wig made her look more commanding. She switched off the television before pushing me out the door. As the door closed behind me I was left by myself to walk home. I had just gotten to the main road when I let out a big laugh that echoed back to me. Silly teacher! As I threw two tubes of glue into the nearest public dustbin, the glue would not start drying until the epoxy was mixed with the resin, which I had carefully lined the leotard and tail with when she went to get my clothes.

With the boy gone I hurried back to my bedroom and pulled on the tail. As I zipped it slowly up my back I could feel it pressing inwards making my legs join as one, covering over my thighs, passing my hips, closing in my waist and finally hugging my breasts. I felt really at home even though I was out of water. I turned on the plugs to a low setting and drifted it off to sleep as the plugs worked their magic.

It was early next morning on a weekend that I woke up refreshed I switched off the plugs that had entertained me through tout the night and reached for the zip to let me out. Smoothness over the zipper made my eyes widen with terror. ‘That little prick’ I wanted to cry but I couldn’t I was now as trapped as ‘the ace’ had been over the last five nights. I flopped onto the floor rolling round and round as I found the costume fit tightly over its new prisoner.

It was the start of a new week and it would be the third period after break. The bell in the school rang and all the students went to their third period classes. The Ace walked into the art classroom thinking just how well he had fixed up the art teacher last Friday just before the weekend. He was quite sure that no one would find her at least until she was missed in school.

It was not to be moments later after everyone was chatting to everyone else the door open and in she strode. She didn’t seem at all vexed by the fact that she had been left by the Ace in the mermaid costume that she had made him wear. The Ace sat in his seat cursing the fact that she had gotten free and that his planned free period was now officially over.

Then he got down to thinking who would have known and would have freed her?

Actually what had happened was already pre-scripted by the art teacher. She had previously left a set of spare keys in the custody of Domina Trix the headmistress of the girl’s school next door. She had also left instructions that she would be taking him home to her apartment and that if she hadn’t phone the headmistress by Saturday night she would be in a spot of trouble.

She had also planned that weekend to enjoy herself, which she did with the panties that she had worn and was still wearing into class this Monday morning. It was also in her scheme to test the Ace if he had fully understood his punishment performance while he was a mermaid by accidentally leaving a draw open with epoxy resin glue left inside.

Obviously he had not and now she was planning another educating session with him as she gave her lesson to the class.

“I have been informed to remind you by your ‘Head of Grade’ that on Wednesday night there will be a parents evening for your grade. Of course all of us teachers will be enthusiastic at meeting with your parents.” Grace Harding the art teacher said almost at the end of class.

The students groaned at the mention of parents evening and began scrumming through their bags trying to find the piece of paper that recorded their meeting times with other teachers so that she could book a time with them.

“Unfortunately,” she waited for the scraping sounds to stop, “I will not be able to make it on a Wednesday night.”

This announcement was met with a silent cheer from the class.

“Instead I will see your parents directly on a need to see basis. If I need to see them I will speak with you and arrange a time for them to see me. You may go now.” Grace Harding finished.

Two days later there was still no word about Miss Harding about seeing the Ace’s parents. He breathed a sigh of relief thinking that with parent’s day over and not even a slap on the wrist to his parents by her.

His friends however told him that that was not the case and instead she was making house visits at the end of the day Daniel and Daniel the twins had already been visited. Although they both said that she had not mentioned anything specific to their parents about her time spent as a paper mache black cat or as the white plaster statue.

He cursed himself for missing the obvious that this was how she was avoiding drawing attention at the parents evening two days back. When his parents had gotten home that night they had had a word with him saying again how good he was being at the top of all his classes but because Miss Harding was not present they felt that he had neglected a subject.

So all he had to survive was this month as there were only thirty pupils a class. This was unfortunately not to be.

It was the last day of his ‘survive a month’ plan that he was called into Miss Harding’s office at lunch and informed him that tonight she would be meeting his parents to talk about his artistic talents. To his delight Miss Harding told him that she did not want him present at the meeting which would mean that he would have time to arrange for some sort of sabotage by the family butlers and maids at the mansion that he lived at.

However she did want him to come back at the end of the day so that she could make sure that she would arrive at his house before him.

It was home time when the Ace once again knocked on the door to Miss Harding’s office.

“Come in.” she said from the other side of the door.

The Ace pushed open the door. It had swung half ajar when it hit something behind the door and came back towards the Ace almost hitting him. He stopped the door and put his head around the rim to see what had prevented the door from opening. Instead of seeing something blocking the door, he saw someone blocking the door that he recognised as the guard from next door. His sight of her also met with her grip on him on his tie and shirt as he was lifted off the floor and snatched into the office.

“Hello again.” The female body builder like guard greeted him in an almost male voice.

“What’s she here for?” the Ace asked Miss Harding.

“Well I said you couldn’t attend the parent’s evening tonight at your house but as a Elegant Gothic Lolita girl I am looking after can.” She said as she rose from her desk and went to her locker. She pulled out a dress, a long flowing dress. The Ace caught the message and looked for a way out only to be held in the seat he was sitting in by the guard. He was going to meet his parents as an over glorified Elegant Gothic Lolita girl!!!

“We can make this quick if you are willing to get into this,” she said as she laid out everything that he was to wear as well as the glue to ensure that he wouldn’t remove it if he ran away with the dress on. “Or if you’re going to make it difficult I can talk longer with your parents and see if they manage to recognise you. There is also that face that if you struggle we might decorate you wrongly.”

It actually was a difficult decision. He didn’t want to be a girl much less one that was definitely going to be stared at a lot with something wrong with him but he didn’t have any choice in that not with the guard here. If she was alone he could have probably escaped. And the choice he was given wasn’t exactly fair, even if he cooperated they could talk for ages and he could still get recognised.

“Time’s up!” Miss Harding said “You’ve decided to be difficult right?”

“No.” the Ace calmly said. “I’ll be good.”

That was when Miss Harding began pulling even more things out of the locker.

It was when everything was laid out in front of the Ace that he finally acknowledged what he had gotten himself into. He wasn’t sure at all what and Elegant Gothic Lolita was but the amount of clothing that she removed from the confirmed that he was going to be over glorified in rubber with ribbons and ruffles. The only relief that came to the Ace was that at least the colours were plain black and white.

“You know,” the teacher said to him without looking at him, “this bodysuit has been so close to you since the first time you had a run in with the headmistress that she sent it back to be modified. It now fully functional in the waster disposal area.” She ended in glee. The Ace was mortified he was going to have to answer to nature like a girl too?

He stared at the inside of the glistening bodysuit while he held it. It didn’t look so safe to put it on now. He could get round the fact when it was a costume but not when it seems so realistic. A prod from the guard snapped him out of the staring and he gingerly put it on.

It was when it was nearing his crotch that he had trouble he couldn’t quite think how to get the modifications inside him. The guard quickly directed him to sit down normally. Following her instruction he did so and he felt his hind being penetrated and something slid inside.

“Well that looks good.” Miss Harding commented at his new body. “I hope you had the sense not to put glue on the bits that go into you.”

“But I just did that! And they are in me now!” the Ace exclaimed.

“Well looks like that will be you new body for some time then. I honestly didn’t expect you to be that eager to stay with it.” Miss Harding said flabbergasted. Handing me the next item, which was a black bodice trimmed with white ruffles that would be laced up the back. Once again I saw the toys, which seemed to be standard in my case as I slipped it on.

When I had it on I tried tying the laces myself which mean that the bodice was all loose. Miss Harding said something to the guard while she held onto the next item. The guard positioned me so that I was facing the wall and then undid the laces I had tied. The next that happened was extreme pain as I felt the guard’s knee on the base of my spine squashing me against the wall. I could also hear the laces being rammed through the eyelets that were for them as well as feel it getting tighter and tighter. When she had finished I was sure that she had done the bodice up even tighter then when I was a mermaid. The room was whirling in front of me but I was still conscious.

The new smell of glue brought me around slightly as I saw one of them grab my hands, open up my fingers and pull on a short pair of white gloves with black lacing at the wrists. She continued to hold me upright as the other tied the lacing into a bow first on my right hand then my left hand. One of them then added a dab of glue to the knot in the middle of the bow. The tightness of the lacing made the opening of the glove look like it was ruffled.

I was then assisted to the chair as the teacher and guard worked on me. A pair of white stocking was being worked up my legs all the way till the tops of my knees where two white garter belts with black trim was attached with glue to help the stockings stay up. As if they would ever fall down with the glue they had in them.

They weren’t yet finished with my legs though as I felt something else being tied at my ankles but I was still recovering from the bodice.

We tied a pair of black ribbons into a bow at his ankles and added a dab of glue into it for security. We then moved on to his head and fitted an open-faced rubber hood on him. He didn’t reject it much as I think the guard had overused her powers on the bodice. If it hadn’t been laced shut I would have expected the zipper to burst by now.

I smoothed out his rubber hood over his head while the guard applied the ruffled chocker around his neck. I told her not to tie the chocker too tight but she said then why is it called a chocker. I didn’t answer as I applied glue neatly to the hood and pressed on a waist length wig of black hair. Meanwhile the guard had fastened the chocker in place with some more black lace tied in a bow with the usual complimentary dab of glue. I continued to work on his or should I say her head now and added a ruffled white headpiece with white ribbons at the side that was tied down with black laced that laced under her chin.

“Janice! Janice!” I said to her.

The Ace slowly came back to full consciousness with Miss Harding shaking him. It was now time for her to get in the dress. We showed it to him and his eyes showed horror at the over frilly white on black dress. At first he tried to run with what he was already wearing but the guard tackled him and knocked over the coat stand. The teacher was quick to react and grabbed the coat stand before it hit the ground.

Here the guard picked him up and held him out horizontally. The Ace was making a real big fuss about the dress that I was trying to put over his head. He was making too much fuss that after five minutes we had still not gotten anywhere.

The guard lost her temper and made a grab at one of his hands with one of her arms. Her powerful reach quickly stopped the fight in it and pulled his arm straight and pinned it against her chest. She repeated her move with his other arm and soon he was rammed head first into the dress. She then stood him upright and let go. Gravity did the rest as the dress slid over his feminine body and he put his arms through the sleeves to avoid getting them pinned inside the dress.

The guard then lifted the rim of the skirt and the teacher ducked in to fasten the build in crotch piece and glue it together preventing him from getting out the way he had just been put in.

“Well now that your in.” the teacher said. “Your new name is Janice and I will refer to you as Janice if you do anything stupid from now till I see your parents. The sillier the things that you do while we leave from here the more likely I will compare you now to yourself normally.”

“I better be going.” The guard said and disappeared from the office.

“So Janice lets see you curtsey.” The teacher encouraged him.

“Over my dead body!” the Ace spat back and crossed his arms over his breasts in a huff.

“Well that’s one strike against you but that huff that your in now is really girly like.” Complimented the teacher.

The Ace turned and walked out the office towards the car park.

“Hey wait for me Janice.” The teacher called to him. He suppressed his anger for a reply.

It was an excruciating wait after they had arrived near his own home in the teacher’s car. Him dressed up as an Elegant Gothic Lolita with Miss Harding holding his hand. He was soon led to the front gate and the family butler greeted them with a golf cart. The golf cart took them up the driveway, past the lawns and the driveway fountain till they reached the gravel garden in front of the front door. It was here that they disembarked and the butler opened the door for them both.

Miss Harding was the first to pass through the door followed by Janice. As Janice passed the door held open by the butler, the butler lean forward and said in a whisper, “Welcome home young master.”

In a hiss Janice replied, “Don’t you dare mention anything to my parents!” before following after the Miss Harding who was being lead by a maid to the study.

It was here that the aces parents Bernard Eustace and Hillary Menarch was seated. They gestured for both them to come in a sit down. It was here that Miss Harding began to talk to Janice’s parents and they talked and talked and talked. Janice meanwhile tried as best as he could to not attract attention to her. But he really couldn’t not in that black and white dress that she was wearing.

It was then that she began tugging at Miss Harding’s sleeve and making signals that he had to go even though he had not been taught how to use the waste disposal system. The teacher asked the butler to show him the way to the washroom.

As soon as Janice was out the door with the butler, Jeeves, he whispered to him, “I don’t care how you do it don’t let her leave the grounds and wait for me by the side door. I’ll leave everything to you to handle.”

Miss Harding left the house with the Janice and walked down the path to the gate, which was rather far away. She had refused to bother the family butler to drive them both down. “Well that was so bad was it Janice?” she said to the boy dressed as a girl. “Your parents didn’t recognise you under all that.” She covered her mouth with her hand to hide the wide smile, as the ace really did look quite ridiculous as a Lolita girl.

It was at this point that a stream of water passed over the head of Janice and drenched Miss Harding soaking her to the skin.

“Are you alright there?” Jones called out.

“No I am not.” A wet and rather cold Miss Harding said.

“How can we compensate for you? I know how about a hot bath and a change of clothing?” offered Jones as he moved to help her.

“How very,” she sneezed, “thoughtful of you.”

Jones led Miss Harding away from Janice leaving him in the dark. As soon as he was sure that the plan had worked. He lifted his skirt and ran round to the side entrance of the house. Jeeves was there to greet him and jokingly complement him of how fine a girl he looked much to his dismay.

He asked the family butler. “Is everything ready?”

“Yes, the plan is proceeding swimmingly.” Jeeves replied.

I was just leaving the mansion that the Ace lived in after meeting his parents. They were really nice people so I couldn’t quite understand how on earth the Ace had turn out so bad. The Ace had been quiet and quite cooperative that I had only mentioned that he had been doing well in school and had many creative ideas. I didn’t say what creative ideas they were. I had also notice that his parents didn’t seem to pay much attention to Janice the Elegant Gothic Lolita much at all.

I was caught off guard and drenched by a stream of water from a hose that the gardener had been using when I was returning to my car. Apparently he explained that he was trying to turn off the hose for the night but had turned the tap the wrong way. He was very quick to offer me a hot shower or bath at the servant’s quarters of the house. I sneezed once and then a second time before the gardener said that I really needed to get out of those clothes. I didn’t want a cold so I took up the gardener’s offer. I didn’t pay much attention to Janice as he was already actually home.

Jones led Miss Harding off around to the servant’s quarters while I looked on. I made sure Janice stood there looking in total disbelief at what happened until they turned behind a rather tall bush. It was then that I pulled up the front of the skirt and jumped over a short bush in the opposite direction that they had gone. I thought I had cleared the bush but it told me otherwise as I felt the skirt snag on something and as I landed the bush pulled me back until I was sitting like a porcelain doll with Janice’s butt on the wet grass.

I spent the next five minutes untangling the skirt from the bush in the dark hoping that no one would mistake me as some sort of intruder. Fumbling in the dark is not my speciality and I managed to prick myself a few times before the skirt came away from the bush. I then picked up the front of the skirt again and ran towards the side entrance to the mansion. I was about to jump over another low bush lining the garden when my mind told me it was better not to. So I ended up running around it much to the enjoyment of Jeeves who was there at the door waiting for me.

“So the young master has learned not to jump over bushes.” He said amazed.

“Watch it Jeeves.” I told him back. “Let’s get upstairs to my room, I want to get out of this.”

Jeeves led the way keeping an eye out for my parents and any of the other servants that could be roaming the house at this hour. He had just signalled all clear for the first floor at the main hall when I began to cross. I had some difficulty when reaching the stairs apparently the skirt obscured where I was putting my feet and I slowed down. I had gone about halfway down the main staircase when the door leading to the study opened and out came my mother.

“Oh! Are you still here?” my mother asked me.

“Crap!” I swore under my breath and stopped in my tracks.

“Yes. They are.” Jeeves suddenly appeared from the other side. “Apparently Miss Harding met with some misfortune as she was leaving.”

I slowly made my way down the stairs in the most experience girl-like way I could trying not to drag attention to myself.

“I thought I told you to drive them down.” My mother said rather infuriated.

“Yes madam, you did but Miss Harding refused.” Jeeves told her back putting the flames out within her.

“So what misfortune did Miss Harding come to?” My mother asked.

“She was unfortunate that she got drenched by Jones as he was tidying up for the night.” Jeeves informed her.

“Jones the gardener? What was his reaction to all this?” My mother further enquired about he situation.

“Miss Harding has been taken to the servant’s quarters to have a hot bath and a change of clothes. I was taking her pupil here to meet her as I found her outside wondering what to do.” Jeeves replied a satisfactory answer.

“Well, that is good to hear.” She said and I relaxed a bit. “What’s your name little girl?”

The question made me jump as I reached the landing halfway between the ground and first floor, in the girliest voice that I could manage for a boy.

“Janice. My name is Janice.” I said to my mother hoping that she would not notice.

“How nice to meet you Janice.” My mother said delighted. “It’s a shame that Alexander isn’t in the house today or I would have him meet you.”

It was a good thing that she still hadn’t managed to recognise him and she didn’t need to introduce Alexander to Janice, Alexander was Janice.

“Well off you go then to find Miss Harding.” She waved cheerily and I fumbled out a courtesy in return.

I heard her muttering “Such a nice girl pity Alex isn’t here.” Before she disappeared into another room from across the corridor.

I turned to tackle the set of stairs leading upwards from the landing only to meet face to face with Jeeves.

“Would you like to meet Alexander, Janice?” he jokingly said smiling.

I didn’t answer him instead a blushed a deep red. Did I really look so much like a girl when dressed like this that no one would recognise? Making my way up the stairs with my skirt lifted part up at the front allowing me to see where I was putting my feet.

Miss Harding on the other hand had been escorted around to another side entrance by the gardener Jones. She was drenched, cold and had begun sneezing. Jones was steering her around inside the mansion until he finally told here that this was the bathroom door and that she would have to proceed inside herself. He also told her that he would arrange for the drying of the wet clothing and try to find suitable clothing.

Miss Harding entered the bathroom and was first face by a rather large changing room with lockers for valuables, baskets for dirty clothes, towels and shelves for various other items. She found that she couldn’t use any of the lockers as they were all named and locked but she did find a shelf that she could use. She placed the cold wet clothes into a basket and then put the basket into the shelf provided.

She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body and then stepped through the tainted double glass doors that were opposite to the set of doors that she had came into the changing room from. She stopped after opening the tainted glass door as she saw the size of the bathroom. The bath itself was as large as a swimming pool not only that but real life coconut trees were planted inside the bathroom. She gingerly made her way across the tiled floor and stepped into the pool-sized bath.

The water was excellent. It was exactly the right temperature to relax in and she did relax. She was so relaxed that she didn’t hear the door opening and a pair of maids of the house walk in. Miss Harding only noticed them when they walked into the bath right next to her. It was a good thing that because the bath itself was so hot that there was constant steam in the room allowing here to slip out unnoticed.

It was back in the changing room that she received her first shock her wet clothes that she had had been taken and switched with a rather shortened maids uniform. A card rested on top of the basket containing the uniform. I tread I picked this out especially for you, love, Janice. Miss Harding stood there in disbelief holding the very skimpy maids uniform.

In case you’re wondering what had happened. Janice and Jeeves managed to make their way to his room. He had previously been redesigning the maid uniforms that the maids would have to wear if he would be inheriting his father’s wealth. In fact he had been so far ahead with his plan that he had one made for testing. It was this uniform that he grabbed off the hook that it was hanging buried deep inside the vast wardrobe.

Janice and Jeeves then made there way across to where Miss Harding was still enjoying her bath. Quickly and quietly Janice made her way in and took the basket of wet clothes that his teacher had so carelessly left out. He soon replaced the basket with the skimpy maids uniform that he had designed and told Jeeves to destroy the wet clothing.

He then made his way up to the first floor to watch the proceedings that would follow.

Miss Harding was desperately trying all the lockers and anywhere else she could think of in the changing room of alternative clothes except there weren’t any. Even the extra bath towels that had been in the corner of the room had also vanished. That left her with a choice of either wearing the heavy waterlogged bath towel that she had used in the bath or the what-looked-like flimsy, short, frilly maids uniform that had been provided.

She had just decided to go with the bath towel and had stepped outside of the changing room when she hear the sound of water splattering all over the marble floors. The waterlogged towel had begun dripping and it would leave a pool of water wherever she went giving her away. She sneaked back into the changing room. So the maid’s uniform was the only other thing that she could wear.

Picking it up she winced it was horrible it was a combination of a corset, French maid, Elegant Gothic Lolita clothing, rubber and impossibly small clothing all rolled into one. But there was nothing else to put on it was either this or she goes naked and she wasn’t prepared to do that.

Putting it on was easy. There was so little material that there was no challenge to put it on. A quick snap and the corseted maids uniform were on her body and she had guessed right. It was at least two sizes too small making her breasts almost spill out. The rubber clothing stretched a bit more over her breasts as she pulled up the straps that went over her shoulders. She then pulled on the tights and put on the shoes. She refused to put on the gloves and the maids cap that was provided and ventured out into the hallway.

Once in the hallway she stood still for a moment trying to get her bearings on which way was out. She had to get out of here. She didn’t want to be mistaken for some family maid and then get to serve that boy’s parents, not right after visiting them. She desperately tried to remember the way out of the mansion following the corridors until she reached windows and then following those until she found a door leading out. Being so desperate to get away she did not think what to do next and pushed on the door and stepped outside.

Finally away from this mad house she thought as she stood outside. It was night and a soft wind blew reminding her that she was wearing something entirely inappropriate for cold weather. She quickly pulled on the gloves that she had been carrying with her just in case. It was once she finished putting them on that a low growl emitted form a nearby bush.

Slowly the animal that had growled sauntered into the view from the darkness. It was a German shepherd and not one German shepherd but three. Miss Harding tried to get back inside again totally unaware that the door had long since been locked behind her.

Tugging fruitlessly at the door’s handle she made a break to put as much distance as she could between the dogs and her.

One would think that a woman running for her life in scantily clad maid’s clothing with three dogs chasing her barking would have at least attracted some attention at the manor. Someone should have come out to investigate but no one did only one person stood watching from a darkened room as she was chased across the lawn and even then he couldn’t here the dog’s bark. The manor’s windows were triple glazed.

Still watching her from the darkened room with a pair of binoculars. He saw her sprint across the lawn and climb the nearest tree she could find. It was then that the leaves hid her from his view.

The dogs had surrounded the base of the tree that Miss Harding was now hiding in. It was a good thing that the perimeter of the property was surrounded by high trees she edged herself like a sloth across one of the braches that extended over the steel railing fence. She was making progress slowly and was soon well out on the limb over the pavement.

As she ready herself to drop down the branch snapped and she felt gravity take effect as she fell. Her fall was cut short by a rather sharp stop followed by immense pain in her crotch. The frilly panties that she had put on caught the frayed branch end and stopped her from making contact with the cold hard pavement. She swung there for a second trying not to cry from the pain before her swinging shook her panties loose and she was deposited on the ground.

Ignoring the pain form here ordeal she quickly hobbled over to her car before speeding off in it. She needed some proper clothes before someone else stopped her and took her for something else other than a teacher or at worse letting some other students that she taught see her.

There was a several month break after the last incident at the Menarch Manor between the Ace and Miss Harding. The Ace had taken several sick days off apparently he wasn’t feeling too well some sort of bodily disorder was the reason that was given. As for Miss Harding she seemed to have taken her mind off getting revenge on the Ace again which was rather peculiar.

Another thing that was strange was that everyday there would be a man waiting for Miss Harding at the school gate. She also never kept anyone in detention and took any sticky prank with a rather easy smile. She always left on time and always with the man that waited for her at the school gate.

The mystery of this was revealed a few weeks before the end of term and the start of the long summer break. The headmaster of Menarch Boy’s School made an announcement during assembly. Miss Harding would be retiring from her job as the art teacher from Menarch Boy’s School in order to marry that man that she loved. The headmaster continued to wish them a happy life after getting married.

It was also rather a shock to the Ace to actually receive a formal invitation to the Wedding ceremony through the mail. His mother insisted that he should attend for the chance of picking up a good girl much against his own relaxed attitude of why the hell should I bother.

The big wedding day rolled closer as the weeks passed by. His mother didn’t stop reminding him that he had to attend and even mailed off his reply for him. His father soon joined in with the encouragement obviously under the strict eye of his mother.

It wasn’t long before he gave in to their wishes or to be more correctly put their incessant reasons for him attending and said that he would attend. Obviously if he was going to attend he was going to make it a ceremony to remember.

It was really early, about 48 hours too early that the Ace turned up in his jeans and t-shirt riding a bike that also supported his duffle bag that he had brought along. He was outside a rather small office block with the words wedding planners in white along the windows.

“Perfect!” the Ace softly smiled to himself in a whisper he had found the wedding planners that Miss Harding was using for her marriage ceremony. It didn’t take him very long being the actor that he was to secure himself a lowly temporary position in the company as a hired hand.

His first job was to assist the head chef who was preparing the desserts. Being a mere hired hand the head chef assigned him something easy to make the jelly that was going to be used for both starting appetizers for when the guests arrive and for dessert.

The Ace wasted no time in following the instructions given to him to mix hot water flavouring and gelatine together in one big bowl. It didn’t take long before the chef’s back was turned to him. Quick as a flash he tipped in all the gelatine that he had been given and stirred frantically to get it all to dissolve. He knew once hardened that anybody taking a bite would end up with a gummy sticky mouth for an hour at least.

Once he had helped out with the cook he was assigned to carpet taping with the handyman in his workshop. His duty was to tape the ends of the separate three meter pieces of carpet together so that it made one fifteen meter long piece.

The Ace carefully laid out the pieces of the red carpet. Carefully, in the fact that, he laid them out so that there was a centimetre gap in between each piece of carpet. He then applied the tape across the gap so that the edges of the tape held the pieces of the carpet.

He then tested his work but as he picked up the carpet it fell apart. Apparently one strip of tape wasn’t going to hold the carpet together. Quickly he reattached the separated carpet and added more tape to the back firstly in a cross pattern then in horizontal lines until they were securely fastened on the back.

He retested the centimetre gap he had left and was please with the result. He then did the gap for the other three ends that he had to join together.

The last thing that the workman wanted him to help with was the white garden archway that was going to be their first entrance that the arrivals would have to walk through. It was quite a tall archway about nine feet in height and about six feet across. He was to attach fake ivy to the arch using fishing line.

It was a lot of work as he had to make the ivy snake around the pillars of the archway and he was working with more than one strand. Finally though it reached a height were he could no longer reach. Here he had to ask the handyman if there was a ladder nearby that he could use.

Once the ladder was set-up the Ace had no trouble reaching the top of the nine feet high archway. Once fully decorated with ivy the Ace quickly looped two long pieces of fishing wire down form the archway almost invisible to the naked eye.

The wedding day came and everything was set up, the archway of green ivy that all the guests would be passing through. Followed by the long red carpet that welcomed visitors around to the back of the country hotel. And finally the welcoming snacks of jelly for anyone who got peckish before the ceremony finished.

The Ace did not arrive terribly early to this event in fact he arrived when about half the guests had already appeared in his tuxedo. He was just stepping out of the cab when he heard a shriek from the direction of the entrance and then a loud crash.

One of the guests had unfortunately pulled down the ivy archway as they were fighting something unseen as they passed under it. Their fighting had been so strong against the almost invisible fishing lines that the Ace has drooped down that they had effectively pulled apart the archway. Bringing it down upon them.

The Ace being the gentleman that he was and to get rid of any incriminating evidence rushed to help the guest to her feet. In one motion he helped her onto her feet and unwound the fishing line that had been tangled around her and tossed it into the bushes. He then followed them round to the back of the hotel.

He had just turned the corner when he bumped into someone that knocked him to the ground.

“Watch it!” he said looking up to see who it was.

“Eeee, hello there.” A big muscular woman said back to him. “I didn’t think you were coming. What mischief have you been up to?”

The wedding day came and everything was set up, the archway of green ivy that all the guests would be passing through. Followed by the long red carpet that welcomed visitors around to the back of the country hotel. And finally the welcoming snacks of jelly for anyone who got peckish before the ceremony finished.

The Ace did not arrive terribly early to this event in fact he arrived when about half the guests had already appeared in his tuxedo. He was just stepping out of the cab when he heard a shriek from the direction of the entrance and then a loud crash.

One of the guests had unfortunately pulled down the ivy archway as they were fighting something unseen as they passed under it. Their fighting had been so strong against the almost invisible fishing lines that the Ace has drooped down that they had effectively pulled apart the archway. Bringing it down upon them.

The Ace being the gentleman that he was and to get rid of any incriminating evidence rushed to help the guest to her feet. In one motion he helped her onto her feet and unwound the fishing line that had been tangled around her and tossed it into the bushes. He then followed them round to the back of the hotel.

He had just turned the corner when he bumped into someone that knocked him to the ground.

“Watch it!” he said looking up to see who it was.

“Eeee, hello there.” A big muscular woman said back to him. “I didn’t think you were coming. What mischief have you been up to?”

It was my own stupidity that did myself in. I went around trying to find Miss Harding hoping to give her my congratulation on her marriage. I had previously seen the groom, Mr Stone, and after introducing myself as one of her students and gave my congratulations on what a lucky man he was.

Of course after I had left him I immediately made a face that I was going to be sick from saying all those mushy things. I still couldn’t find Miss Harding though, she had to be here and I could see that the welcome desk had long since been unmanned, as almost all of the guests had arrived.

It was through my frantic searching for her that I bumped into the guard again.

“Looking for something?” the guard questioned obviously suspecting that I was again up to no good.

“Actually I was looking for Miss Harding.” I managed to pipe up with her eyes drilling into me.

“Well you should have said. I doubt that you have been to a wedding before. The groom is not meant to see the bride until the actual wedding itself. She’s in one of the room sin the hotel. I’ll take you to her and keep you out of trouble along the way.” The guard insisted.

Obviously I wasn’t going to turn down an offer made to me like that so I let her show me the way or more correctly, drag me around the hotel by my wrist. Even then it took us a while though as we went through the hotel’s many corridors.

“This is the room.” She said as she suddenly stopped. I had given up walking letting her half drag half carry me by my arm to where she was. We could hear shouting behind the door obviously there was a disagreement between people in there. I couldn’t hear exactly what was going on before the guard knocked heavily on the door and it was opened on the inside by one of the bridesmaids.

This was probably one of the worst timing ever to be in the worst place ever for all the wrong reasons. Life must have conspired against me for this one as once the door opened what I was the wedding planner red in the face storming his way out. For a split second he stopped and then point his finger at me.

“That’s him!” he yelled out as the door quickly shut behind the guard.

TRAPPED AGAIN!

It was rather awkward sitting in a chair in the middle of a hotel room that was the bride and bridesmaids dressing room. Miss Harding was pacing in front of me in her wedding gown. The wedding planner had already left the room having been vindicated of all wrongdoing.

“I need to keep an eye on you.” Miss Harding finally said. “I thought that when I send the invitation that you would come here as a proper gentleman.” She hesitated “Obviously that hasn’t happened and I am forced to deal with you again. I need to keep you in my sight and..” she stopped as she looked at the clock on the wall. “Julie hasn’t arrived yet has she?” she asked on of the bridesmaids a student from the girl’s school. All of them were from the school next to where she taught.

“No miss.” She replied. “She’s not answering her phone at all.”

“Well I guess,” I heard her say as she turned to me, “that Janice will be making an appearance today.” I looked at the door for an escape only to see the guard leaning against it waving her hand back at me. I smiled an uneasy smile as I was made to take off my tuxedo.

I could see that all of the bridesmaids were wearing rather ornamental slightly old fashion dresses that were miniature and less showy than the wedding dress that Miss Harding had on. Obviously she had gone to great lengths to get them custom made.

“Are you going to fight?” one of the bridesmaid suddenly asked me when she saw me back away from the dress they held up which was going to be mine.

I really didn’t know what to reply. I was naked except for my underpants, was outnumbered four girls and one woman to one and there was a rather large guard still leaning on the door. The only way out unless you counted the third floor window. “Yeah,” I replied unsure but defiant as I struck a pose.

“Wrong girl to mess with.” Stated the one who had previously asked. She was quick in a flash even with a dress like that on. She had gotten past my guard and was beside me. I felt her arm across my shoulders and with a flick of her foot I was thrown onto the floor, out cold but unhurt.

“Nice throw.” The guard said giving her the thumbs up.

Having been knocked out by the throw the girls wasted no time in getting him dressed. The wedding planners had left their workman’s stuff in the room with them to help with the reinstatement of the grounds after the wedding. The girls found there some rather thick but still usable poster paste.

The didn’t waste any time in pasting up his legs and groin before rolling on a pair of thick pink tights over them. His pink tight covered feet were then pasted over again before a pair of pink two-inch heels was forced on. The shoes were smaller then his feet but with a rough push they were on squeezing out the excess paste that the girls wiped off.

His arms followed next as they too felt the slimy past over them and then a pair of pink satin gloves were put on going all the way up to the shoulders. The girls carefully smoothed out the wrinkles, as they knew that the dress and all the trimmings were at least a size smaller than he was. They didn’t want him finding an air pocket to begin removing it.

Then came a problem there was neither a wig nor a body suit to use this time. But they did the best that they could his hair was given a lighter pasting of poster paste and water before being set into a slight more tomboyish girls hair and blown dry. Makeup was then applied to his face. Giving him a slightly lighter base, some blush, red lipstick and mascara.

Then came the second part of the problem. How to make him look female without a female body suit? The girls searched around the room desperately looking for something that they could use as breasts. There was nothing that they could use in the room but then one of the girls had a bright idea and reached outside the window untied a could of string and brought in a couple of party balloons.

Quickly the knot holding the air in was untied and water was filled in to give them shape. Even then they had nothing to hold the cold-water balloons to his body. At this point the girl who had thrown him to the ground bravely snapped off her bra and offered it up. His chest and back was pasted over before the bra was applied and the water balloons pressed into it giving him breasts. To avoid him popping them another layer of paste was done over the bra to give it a more permanent form.

Then came the pink ornamental dress. As the bridesmaids were students in the Royal School of Ballet the dress had been made from a leotards perspective. There was only one way in and one way out through the zipper at the back. Liberally pasting the body of the boy over has the guard held him up.

They then put his legs into the dress and pulled the dress up to his waist. Forced his pasted arms through the sleeves and pulled the dress up to his neck. The front of his dress had a little valley but didn’t go deep enough to show his breasts. The zipper was then pull up and the dress straightened out for the paste to dry.

The guard was very patient in holding him up like a scarecrow until the girls finished blow-drying the paste fully dry on him and he was forced to wake up after he had been out for thirty minutes.

The Ace was wide-awake once he regained his sense as he knew what the worst situation was and he tugged at his gloves, dress, tights and shoes. He was still examining how to get out when the familiar sound of ‘Here comes the bride’ began playing and the girls ushered him out. He was going to play the part of a bridesmaid whether he like it or not.

I nervously stood at the end of the line of bridesmaids’ girls waiting for an en of this terribly slow ceremony. Even thought the bride and the groom had not gotten a word wrong the ceremony was going at a really painful pace for me. Each second I stood up there, the greater the risk was of someone recognising me.

It was after hearing the words ‘you may now kiss the bride’ that I thought that the ceremony would be over and I would be able to slink away somewhere to get out of what I was wearing. When suddenly someone cause my arm.

“May I have the pleasure of this dance?” he said to me. I swore to myself he had gripped me quite firmly and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

“Of course.” I stammered out. “May I inquire as to who my dance partner is?” as the music got underway.

“My names Julian. I arrived slightly late so you might not have seen me earlier. I am one of the groomsmen.” As he went into a stoop.

I could see that he was trying hard to see into the valley of my dress as we went down. If he saw that I didn’t have real breasts the story would be out in the middle of the crowd. His pony tailed hair brushed lightly against my made up face as he straighten up.

We moved in another direction and I asked him. “I don’t normally see a lot of men wearing ponytails.” I asked about what I thought was unusual.

He kept dancing but I could see that his thought had stopped to answer that question. His reply came out “I don’t normally wear my hair like this. Its normally wavy but just for looks today I did it up in a ponytail.”

Yeah, right. I could sense that he was lying to me but I didn’t have time to think as again we went into another low stoop but this time. His lips moved close to mine and we kissed.

We must have held that position for about five seconds until the shock from being kissed wavered to me and I realized that I had just been kissed by a guy!!

Oh my gods!! I couldn’t take it. I had been fully mistaken as a girl as I pushed my way out of his arms. Picked up the skirt of the dress that I was wearing and pelted my way through the guests and round the side of the hotel to the exit.

The guests only stopped for a second wondering what had just happened as Julian quickly recovered himself. Nodded to several people before disappearing into the crowd.

It was on a street corner near school several days later that I was finally reminded of that fateful day.

“Oh! I remember you!” the girl with waist length hair walking towards me suddenly said with a group of her friends.

I froze in my tracks and quickly replied. “You must be mistaken I haven’t see you anywhere before.”

“Oh no we definitely have!” she said her friends peering behind her. “You went to Miss Harding’s wedding didn’t you?”

“Er.. Yes I did. I was invited.” I replied. “And you are?”

“Don’t you remember I was the one that opened the door for you when you were with the guard at the hotel.” She said enlightening me. “We,” she pointed to someone behind her, “helped you into that bridesmaid dress.”

I couldn’t say a thing I was caught red handed and my brain froze.

She stooped forward and moved in for the kill. “How was that kiss that the groomsman gave you at the end of the first dance?”

I immediately bolted away from her with my hand over my mouth. I didn’t need reminding that a guy at the wedding reception, no matter how well I had danced, had kissed me.

He was way out of sight before she turned to her friend Julie who had a ponytail. “Was it a good kiss?” she asked curiously after hearing all of that.

“It was terrific and terrible. He is a great kisser, just that he panicked and ran after halfway.” Julie replied back to her licking her lips. “A very good kisser.”

“You’re not going to tell him so that you can get the other half?” her friend egged on.

“No, I think I’ll let his imagination get the better of him first.” Julie smiled back.

It only takes one show of affection; one word of sympathy or knowledge of activity and one just becomes the teacher’s pet. Don’t get me wrong though I didn’t want to become the teacher’s pet. I really dislike all the teachers here but unlike the last years I am too lazy to do anything about it.

I am just starting high school two more years and I will be out of this joint. I must say that I admire the last years. They had the courage to use newspapers and glue to make a statue out of the art teacher. I wish I were with them instead of getting teased by them about being the sports teacher’s pet.

The girls in the school next door keep asking me out of admiration when I will go join them again. You see although I have been certified 100% male by me doctor my parents were kind of worried when I registered a growth stunt and what seemed like breasts growing from my chest. I also attended the local gymnastics classes so that I would stretch out.

I only became his pet because I spied him over the summer holidays making out with the sports teacher next door. I thought I hadn’t been seen by either of them but I only found out that I had since coming back to school.

“Wait up there, lad!” the teacher yelled towards me. “No need to rush and change I got a little something for you.” With his hand on my shoulder he quickly steered me around a corner and out of the busy areas of the school.

“Here you go boy, “ a white envelope with a name slipped into my hands from his, “You know who to take it to.”

“Who sir?” I pretended I didn’t know.

“The girl’s school’s sports teacher of course! You caught me at a difficult time during the summer but let’s make that work for us. You can go now.” A second note of leave entered my hands. Clapping his hands together and running up the stairs to the boys changing room.

I was now alone and had an excuse to leave school! Who wouldn’t take it? I can just dump the letter in to the nearest public bin once I get outside and say I damn well forgot. I looked at the note in my hands: ‘Forgot P.E. kit permission allowed for person to go home and retrieve it.’ I looked at my watch I have about 2 hours I can spend at the nearest arcade games.

Filled with joy I made a straight beeline to the guard post at the school gates. The guard was quite suspicious with my approach. I must have walked too fast. He spent a long time questioning my and my motives to leave school, just as I thought all was lost and that he would not let me through, a wave of his hand signalled that I could go. I walked slower this time out the gates and turned left towards the nearest arcade games. I yanked the letter that the teacher had given me and used it to waft a breeze over my face. I spied a litterbin at the corner of the road but I never managed to get there.

A quick jerk and the female guard of the ballet school plucked me off the sidewalk and into the girl’s school grounds.

“Thinking of going somewhere? Were you boy? Your teacher told me to be on the lookout for you!” she said in a deep voice. “You have his letter, he phoned and told me to wait for you.”

“Foiled,” I cursed under my breath.

“Off you go then boy.” She said as I refocused. “And you will find her there.” She finished.

What the hell I thought. Cripes! She just told me the directions while I was scolding myself. What on earth were those directions again? Something about second building on right, take the stairs up to third floor and the fifth door on the left? I’ve just been here for two seconds and I am already lost?

Wandering through empty corridors I finally find the door that I am looking for opening the door and walking right in.

Some sort of alien paralysis ray hit me! Or well that was what I thought actually it was about twenty girls screaming in accord. Then it happened massive amounts of objects flew in my direction amid the half naked bodies in the classroom. I was still savouring the view when the first few objects hit me breaking my concentration. The next thing I saw was a massive wooden desk being thrown by several girls I shielded myself from the initial impact but the momentum was too strong and as I hit the floor I blacked out.

“Great! You’ve killed him!” cried a girl that was almost in tears.

“What is he doing here anyway?” Questioned someone standing near her.

“What a rude boy! He should have knocked before entering.” Commented another.

“Lets get this desk off him and see if he’s really dead!” As she grasped the desk corner and lifted, a couple of the others grabbed the boy’s legs and dragged him clear.

“Heh! He’s not much of a boy! Can’t take a desk that is thrown at him.” As she put the desk back up the right way.

“That doesn’t matter we should punish him for walking in a staring at us.” A girl piped up. “Someone go to the storeroom, get some makeup glue and those latex clothes that arrived I think there were some flesh tights and several long sleeved leotards.”

What happened next look as if it came from a nymphomaniac movie! Hands were all over the boy undressing him. His shoes, socks, trousers, tie, shirt, and underpants were removed. The girls then laughed at the naked boy as he lay there, commenting how small his manhood was and that he had lumps on his chest.

The girls that went to the storeroom came back with the latex flesh tights, a red long sleeved high neck leotard that zipped up the back and some make up glue. They turned the tights inside out first and neatly covered the foot of the tights in glue before matching the sole to the unconscious boy and pulling them on him. It was once they had the tights up to his waist that they notice a problem. His manhood was in the way if they pulled the tights up it would leave a large budge where it was. One of the girls solved this by applying some makeup glue to the underside before sticking it down between his legs forcing it to stay there. The girls then continued with the glue around the top of the tights before sticking it to his waist. His appearance now took on a genderless female like the dress mannequin’s in stores.

As that was happening below his facial appearance was being changed too. Some of the girls had got out their make up kits and were playing about with his face and hair. The make up wasn’t applied in excess in fact the girls were skilful enough to make him look different with little make up. His hair was also being combed and gelled in a different way making his far more female than how he arrived. The girls around his legs were now pulling on the red leotard that they had picked out for him. Once the leg holes had reached their place glue was applied to the seams and stuck down onto the tights. The sleeves were then turned inside out and glue was applied down the entire sleeve. Just before his arms were about to enter one of the spectators pulled out what were bust enhancers. These too were glue on the leotard where a girl’s breasts would be. His hands were then pulled through the inside out sleeves and the bust enhancers were then pressed down on top of his chest giving him full breasts. The girls then applied the glue along the zipper as they were closing it. The zipping mechanism worked the glue in between the teeth of the zip.

The girls them selves then changed into their gymnastics outfits before waking the boy up with a splash of cold water as the teacher walked in.

The teacher complained about the mess of items on the floor, which the class quickly cleared up, as the boy was standing as if he was drunk quite unaware of what was happening to him. The teacher then told the class to get to the gymnasium. Pushed and helped by several girls the poor boy still trying to get his head thinking straight.

“Right girls,” the teacher addressed them “we have a competition coming up and we need routines for the floor, vault, beam and pommel horse.”

“Eight of you will be chosen so please stand by the apparatus that you want to be selected for attempting you can only select one.” she finished.

What the boy hear was still different he was trying to remember what happened after he left school was it already gymnastics time at the local gym. He heard scratches of words “Right… competition coming up… routine for floor… eight… chosen… stand by apparatus for attempt.” He walked slowly following the person in front of him to the floor.

Watching each of the people perform their flips, jumps and the occasional fall. It was soon his turn. “I’ve got to be chosen!” he thought thinking he was at the local gym. What came next was a dazzling display of acrobatic gymnastics with multiple high level twists, turns and flips. He didn’t make a mistake as he entered his pose for the music to finish. The girls had all stopped just to watch his performance.

“Well that has decided who gets to definitely go.” Applauded the teacher as she approached. “Hang on I don’t think I have seen you here before are you new?”

“There you are boy!” a loud voice boomed across the gymnasium. It was the sports teacher from the boy’s school. He legged it up to the girl in red and slapped him on the back I was wondering where you had gone.

“Boy?!” the female sports teacher asked.

“Yes I sent him across to deliver a letter to you but he never came back.” He slapped him on the back.

The slap woke him up looking around and down at himself he tried to cover up the leotard that now clung to him going a deep red.

“Where’s the letter boy?” the writer asked.

“Back pocket of school trousers wherever they are.”

“I’ll go get it!” a girl hidden behind the crowd that was watching sprinting off.

Soon his clothes were returned to him. He rummaged in his back pocket and took out a crumpled letter handing it back to its writer. He then gave it to his admirer totally not noticing the predicament boy. The boy was now busy pulling on his socks, then underwear and pulling on his shirt. Buttoning it up, his trousers were worked up his legs, tied up his tie and put on his shoes. He was still wearing the red latex leotard and latex flesh tights under his school uniform but he didn’t care he just wanted out.

It took another ten minutes of embarrassment for the boy where all the female students of the class lined up and apologised to him before the teacher and him left for their school next door. One of the girls then approached him gave him with a bottle and whispered, “That was great! Here is the remover for the glue.”

We were on our way past the main entrance hall to the school when we rounded a corner and I bumped into the plaster statue of a ballerina in a pose from Swan Lake. Well I thought it was Swan Lake cause the statue was dressed in white. Even though my gymnastics teacher caught the object it did prevent the statue from falling face first onto the ground breaking it apart.

“Oh my god!” he cried stunned. “So this is where you have been for the past few days!” “Boy. Get the headmistress we have a serious problem here.”

As this school’s gym teacher and headmistress hurried to the scene after I found them. They gave us assurances that our art teacher would be well look after as well as the person who did this to her to be caught and punished.

As they walked out of the school grounds the headmistress looked on and a wicked thought crossed her mind: ‘If only we had him for our competition we would win first place on the floor.’

Dear Alan Cadler,

The Royal School of Ballet cordially invites you to attend the regional gymnastics competition. The event will take place at Stickson City Convention Centre on the 23rd day of June. The event begins at 09:00 and will continue until all the athletes have had their chances to perform and the awards have been given out.

Yours Sincerely, Domina Trix Headmistress Royal School of Ballet P.S. You can call me Trixie to forgo the formalities.

That was the letter that I received one morning in the mail. I was quite surprised at how they had managed to find my address. It had been quite awhile since my first run in with the school. I still kept a memento of it. The rubbery red leotard hung from a hanger inside a secret place in my wardrobe. Every now and then I would reach my hand inside and feel its slick surface.

That wasn’t the only memento from that moment. In fact my life just soared since then. Our gym teacher has been paying special attention to me in a non direct way. If I get bullied or pushed around I would only have to drop a message to him and he would sort it out at the next sports class that he had. I was always quite small and short for my age but this worked conveniently.

In return I would have to occasionally run messages, books and documents for all the teachers between the two schools. I guess that it is easier for someone to carry hard copy papers than to fax it over. I had also made a lot of friends, not guy friends but girl friends. But one in particular stood out from the rest. Her name is Sakura Sobaru, she was the one that handed over the solvent to the make up glue. She was also my height and was the daughter of the local Japanese noodle factory. ‘Super Soba’ I think it’s called.

We have progressed quite well, unfortunately though just recently the progress seems to have stalled. We have been talking a lot and been near each other but I really would like to ask her out. I am afraid of asking her out in case she just rejects me.

I crumpled up the letter their school has sent to me. Even though they had invited me I had no real reason to attend. Ogling other girls in tight clothing just didn’t seem right. Sakura might think I was picking up someone else and I didn’t want that.

I threw the letter into my trash can in the corner of my room and tossed the envelope after it. My toss clipped the edge and sent the envelope spinning back towards me and a small white note, as big as a post it fell out.

Handwritten it said:

Well that just changed everything.

I arrived an hour early at the convention centre. Looking through the doors I could see workmen going around laying out the mats for the competition to take place. Large triangular frames were pile in one corner of the centre.

I arrive way too early. I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder. It was then that I heard a loud rumble sound from behind me. Several coaches of different types had begun pulling in. Lining up against the curb the coach’s door opened and out walked teachers and their students. The students were all in school uniforms consisting of jackets, blouses and skirts.

More teams arrived each of them waited in front of the centre. Its double doors closed to everyone as they waited in their small groups. I counted them. There were at least 9 teams here already and another two coaches had just pulled up. How many people were there going to be at the regional finals? And where was Sakura’s group?

I was getting agitated. I was the only guy here within the swarms of girl students and female teachers. I was about to run away from where I stood when a loud boom resounded from the doors from the convention centre and the doors opened. The athletes swarmed in.

“Gather around teachers, were going to assign stands for you and then your students can change into their performance uniforms.” A woman with a loud voice explained. I guess she was the events organiser, to her left stood several more people holding clip boards. “Let me introduce to you the judge’s for today. You will be given…” I didn’t bother listening to her anymore as one of the competing schools teachers approached me and rather threateningly ask me to leave the centre.

I was standing outside wondering when the group that I would be supporting would turn up. It was already five past nine and peeking through the door. I could see some of the competitors begin to warm up on the mats and the apparatus they may be using. I could see some of the girls shaking their heads as they prodded the mats with their toes.

A heavy hand landed on my shoulder along with a familiar voice.

“What are you doing there sport? Ogling the girls?” I jumped and turned around to see who had spoken. It was Alexander or Ace as he liked to call himself..

“Nothing.” I said.

“Don’t worry mate.” he said squeezing and massaging the shoulder he had his hand on. “Every male is curious about the female body.”

“What are you doing here so early then?” I asked him back, hoping to catch him off guard. “Your not here to watch the gymnastics are you?”

“Gym-na-sticks? Nah mate.” He pointed to the ground. I followed his finger and found that he was walking a small black dog. A miniature dog you could call it. “I am doing my neighbour a favour and walking his dog.” He looked like he was about to go as another coach turn the corner entering the convention centre’s grounds. “Best of luck with your peeking at the gym-na-sticks.” He said with a final pat and he was off.

The coach that just turned in has reached where I was standing with the Ace being just a small person in the distance. The door opened and out stepped the headmistress of the girl’s school, Trixie. She looked at the direction that the Ace had just left in.

“That boy is rotten to the core.” I heard her mutter underneath her breath. As I saw Sakura descend to the pavement.

“You’re here!” Sakura cried. She ran up to me and gave me a little hug.

“I thought you might want the moral support.” I said not loudly enough for the headmistress to hear.

“I was thinking you were here to give…” at that point she sneezed, “…support.”

I didn’t quite catch the word that she said.

“Alright girls you know what to do. Let’s win this.” The headmistress yelled as she shooed all the girls in. The swarm of girls carried me in with them. The headmistress didn’t seem to notice, as I was half carried and half pushed to the designated area.

“Alan you can stay since Sakura is here.” I heard the headmistress say to me. “But you can’t look while they change. So here’s a jacket to cover you head.” The headmistress threw a girl’s uniform jacket at me. I tentatively tied the jacket around my head with the sleeves and waited for the all clear. The jacket smelt good.

A few minutes later I felt a hand on the knot of the sleeves that I had tied. Once the jacket was off my head I took in my first look of my surroundings. All the girls from all the schools were all wearing their own school leotard design. Bright colours and noises were the other decorations of the hall.

I looked back at Sakura’s team and I could see that they too were all wearing matching leotards. However theirs looked a bit shinier when compared to other schools. I tentatively reached out a finger to touch the nearest clothing clad girl. She caught me in the middle of my attempt and quickly slapped my hand down before giving a really nasty glare.

Sakura came up to me to defuse the situation and sat down next to me.

“If you really want to know what we are wearing you can look but not touch.” She said to me and leaned closer. “But you can touch me.” She whispered and guided my hand onto her lap. Sure enough I felt rubber surrounding her legs and my hand retracted.

“That’s not all. Even the leotard is rubber.” I could really see the black and gold design shine. “The headmistress told us that there was a change this year as we had a new sponsor and it’s not a terribly bad feeling.” She said. “I’ll be participating on the floor today.” She informed. “Cheer for me.” She instructed.

“Quiet please the competition will now formally begin…” the announcer yelled through a microphone.

“The events will be conducted with two judges assigned to every performance event. The heads of schools will be required to draw the school’s position which will be kept for each event. …” the announcer continued as I lost interest. Trixie headed out to the centre where the announcer was holding up a box. I saw her put her hand into the box and withdraw something from it, show it to the judge and then come back.

“Good news girls we’re in last place to perform in every category. That should allow us to decide who will be running for each event when the time comes.” Said Trixie.

“Miss Rebecca Hope of Hill High School, please report to the judges as you will be performing first on the beam.” The announcer said.

Being the first in any event always gives me the jitters. I walk up to the judges and face them.

“Rebecca Hope of Hill High School.” I said in a calm voice towards the judges.

“Carry on Rebecca and good luck.” Two of them replied back, obviously they were to be marking me.

I approached the beam and the announcer handed me a plate with the hand chalk. I took a fistful and rubbed it over my hands watching the excess fall away to the floor. I then stepped on the chalk and rubbed it over my feet before raising my right hand to announce that I was ready to start.

I ran forwards, hit the spring board with both feet, tucked myself for an aerial entry and landed gracefully on the end of the beam. I small wobble from the beam cause me to tremble slightly and I hoped that the judges did not notice it.

Taking three steps forwards I performed two sequential cartwheels to the other side of the beam. I could feel the sweat begin to form on my brow and across the palms of my hands from the heat of the lights and my own body warmth.

Still facing the same way I took three steps back and then made a back flip with a half turn so that when I landed again I was facing back towards where I first landed on the beam. I took several quick steps forwards to reach it.

I turned once again and with two steps jumped and tumbled forwards rolling myself across the narrow width of the beam.

Reaching the end of the beam I arched myself backwards. I could feel the beads of sweat forming across my brow began to slide and drip off may face onto the beam as I reached back. My hands were already damp and I could feel the chalk doing its work absorbing the sweat and allowing me to maintain my grip on the bar.

I placed my hands on the beam while maintaining my feet on it as well showing off my flexibility. I prepared and imagined the flips that I wanted to perform for my dismount. I pushed off with my feet making the most use out of the position that I had previously been in. I felt the momentum build up as my body went from back arched to front tuck. My feet touched the beam and I launched myself for the flips.

A sudden tug from my hands prevented them from being removed from the beam. For several milliseconds I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I bent my legs more to get more power. It was too much power as my hands suddenly came free and the flip that resulted was off track from the beam that I missed the end of it.

I saw myself pass over the end of the beam. All I could think of was to steady myself for the landing but the power that I had put is was too great and the angle for landing was wrong. My toes touched the tumble mats but I could not stop the backwards movement and I fell back onto my butt.

I picked myself up and quickly stormed to the judge’s desk. I informed them of the sticky patch that was on the beam and the two who were marking me rose to investigate. I showed them the exact spot where my problem had occurred.

I saw them study the place and then calmly one of the judges placed their hand directly onto where the problem was. I watched with surprise as he lifted his hand off where I said there was a problem with ease.

“There is nothing here miss,” he said to me and nodded at his partner.

The first event had been stopped due to a complaint by the performer that there was something on the beam that had caused her faulted landing. The judges themselves went to investigate but had found nothing. They were grading her performance now and as the scores came out it was rather apparent that they had taken the fault cry by the performer into view as that the scores were not impressive.

The announcer once again asked for the first ribbon performance participant representing that school to the floor. Sakura’s school had been unlucky in the draw as they had managed to come in at last place. I sat there in the spectators stand surrounded by her school watching the ribbon performer.

She was good. The performers timing and rhythmic bouncing was excellent. The twirls from her ribbon were straight and clean. I couldn’t really see anything wrong with the performance until I noticed her face.

The music ended and so did her performance with the ribbon circling her form on the floor. The audience or her school clapped like made and she too showed some relief that it was all over. It wasn’t until she tried to get up did the strangest thing happen as the judges were marking her performance. She took about two steps before she tripped over the ribbon and fell splat on her face.

Her teacher rushed out onto the mat thinking that it was an accident and carried the crying girl back to the stands where her school was. With everyone distracted by another fall from the beam, I kept my eyes on the girl and noticed that she was struggling to free herself from the ribbons. It seemed that not only was the wand part stuck to her hand but also the ribbon was stuck to her leotard and body.

The loudspeakers in the hall crackled to life again announcing the start of the ball event and for the first performing school to make their appearance. Like all floor-orientated gymnastics this performance requires the performer to use a ball and perform tricks with it.

I was naturally impressed with the girl’s ball control that was far superior to my own. She managed to roll the ball from the tips of her left hand’s fingers to the other hand’s fingers and back again. She was terribly good she was unbelievably flexible and made the ball look as if it was stuck to her somehow yet it was still rolling down her chest, up her back and over her legs. She must have had ages and ages of practice to get the ball flow so smoothly over her.

It was only at the end of her performance that something really weird happened as she bounced the ball off the mat to jump over and catch it again the ball had failed to bounce off from the mat. It didn’t bounce at all in fact it just stuck to the mat until she went over and picked it off the mat with her hand. The judge’s marked her down for that mishap although she kept complaining that the ball was sticky and the wet floor mats didn’t help her at all.

The hoop performance also proved to be one of serious contention between the judges and another competitor. It was right after she had rolled the hoop so that it ran along the diagonal of the mat and picked it up again that she found, mysteriously, that she could not let go of the hoop in her right hand. Her fingers were not stuck to it but rather the hoop was stuck across the middle of her palm. The judge’s examined her hand when she made the claim and her marks were adjusted to take into account of that problem. Still it did not leave her with high marks.

The headmistress was not terribly please. She was muttering something under her breath as she saw what was going on in each of the competitions and heard from each of her own students that had performed. The scoreboard with the marks for the various schools showed that the floor would be a deciding event as to what positions the school would come in. She suddenly turned to Sakura and me.

“I want you to perform instead of Sakura.” She said.

“What!” I muttered in alarm as I looked in her direction. “I can’t just take her place!”

“Sakura, do you want to get sticky out there?” she asked her. “One of our ballet groups once had this problem. It’s the powder that people are using that is the cause of the problem.” She explained. The nodding of wanting to perform quickly turned to a shaking of rejection. Boy that headmistress hits low.

Sakura grabbed my arm. “Please perform for me. You know my routine you’ve seen it several times.” She pleaded.

I didn’t want to. “There’s is still a problem.” I piped up. “I have a flat chest, they would see through me in an instance.”

“You’ve got a point their lad. I’ll ask around our group, maybe a couple of them will have something.” She muttered back. I did not like what she just said and Sakura was still clutching my arm tightly, looking at me longing for me to take her place.

I really couldn’t stand her looking at me like that. It was then she took hold of my hand and placed it on her chest. “How about a date next weekend as a reward?” she said. My mind went blank she was asking me out and I wanted to ask her out all this time.

“OK.” I answered much to the relief of her and the headmistress.

I just stood just inside the men’s washroom waiting for Sakura to change out of her leotard so that I could use it. The washroom echoed with the tapping of my foot. A hand suddenly shot out from the door to where I was waiting. The black and gold leotard and the accompanying tights were being handed to me.

I took them in my hand they were still warm. ‘Sakura’s body warmth’ I thought and then smacked myself that this was no time to be thinking like that. I quickly stripped and struggled to pull on the tights, then the long sleeved leotard before whistling to signal that I was dressed. The headmistress paraded round and I stood before her.

“Put this on!” she said handing out a bra. I stripped down to the waist and then put my arms through the straps only to find that I had never put on one of these contraptions before. She must have noticed as she quickly moved around me and fastened the bra behind my back. The bra sagged a lot until she produced two fleshy looking lumps.

“Some of the girls, had padding in theirs.” She said with her hand outstretched. I took them off her and began to stuff the bra till they looked even and then pulled the leotard on again.

“Give me a twirl.” The headmistress commanded and I did the most girlish twirl I could. “Everything below your neck looks alright,” I was relieved, “It’s everything above you neck that doesn’t.”

Over the loudspeaker a voice sounded, “Can the second competitor for the floor for the Royal School of Ballet please get onto the mat.” I saw the headmistress signal to someone for an additional five minutes and mouthed the word ‘loo’. She then came quickly back to me and shoved my head back into the men’s washroom and following in herself.

“Stand still and look straight at the mirror.” She firmly said depositing her handbag on the sink. She was quick and rough with what happened next to me. A brush was run through my hair. I felt her pouting my lips for lipstick and pat my face down with some sort of powder. I was coughing and sneezing madly by the time she finished. She quickly pushed me out of the washroom and then told me to run for the mat.

Just like all the competitors before me I approached the basic that held the white powder that was causing all the problems. A thought crossed my mind that if I didn’t use it I would know what was going on and raise the judge’s suspicion. I picked up the powder and deposited some at my feet before standing on it. The rest I rubbed on my hands and then flung the rest behind me. I lifted up my hand to signal I was ready.

The judge’s lifted up their hands to signal that I could start any time. I ran of the opposite corner of the performance area. I could feel through the tights the squelching of the damp mats and the water being forced out of them around my toes. I started Sakura’s first manoeuvre and soon landed gracefully with room to spare at the other corner. I could feel that my hands which were damp from the manoeuvre beginning to stick together somewhat.

Several quick handstands and a reverse handstand made me feel the pull of the stickiness of the wet powder. I had to use a lot of strength to pull my feet free from the matting to stand up straight in the center of the mats. I quickly went through the rest of Sakura’s routine from what I could remember from watching her.

As my performance of her ended I awaited eagerly on the mats for the score to be read out. The scores came out amid a great cry from the team. I had managed to get the highest average mark out of all the competitors for the floor. This raised the Royal School of Ballet’s score to first place leading second place by 0.2 points. We rejoiced.

I ran back to the team that I represented. As I ran my fisted hand caught the tray that held the powder and sent it spinning into the air. My team ran towards me and soon I was surrounded by hugs and kisses from the girls. Sakura stood meekly watching and waiting for the celebration to die down. The crush of female bodies over their initial delight at having won was soon over and began to let go. This was when some of the girls found that they couldn’t stop hugging me.

That was when the squealing and screeching began as the girls frantically tried to tear themselves away from each other and me. I couldn’t think of an explanation for it until I kick a metal tray on the floor. I then realized that the powder that was dispersed in the air could have settle on us while we were joyously jumping up and down. The headmistress waded in and began tearing people apart from one another.

The glue wasn’t strong but it hurt when she torn people away from each other. Actually I quite enjoyed being surrounded by so many girls so closely packed together. I looked at Sakura. From the distance between her and me she seemed pretty unconcerned about the situation I had gotten the girls in. My eyes met her gaze and suddenly I felt a prickling sensation down my spine. She was annoyed.

It was approximately two weeks later after that fiasco with me grabbing more than appreciated number of girls at the gymnastics competition that I helped to win. Sakura hadn’t forgotten her promise like I had thought after seeing her give me the coldest stare ever.

I on the other hand had been caught off guard by her sudden phone called on Thursday night. I was almost asleep when my father yelled from downstairs that there was a girl on the phone wanting me. I half stumbled, half fell out of bed making my way to the door.

I was immediately knocked flying by my dad who just so happened had come upstairs to check if I was already asleep or not. I was very glad that he had managed to give me a waking concussion rather than a concussion that had knocked me out for it was Sakura on the phone.

She asked me whether or not I had any free time this Saturday. I answered yes that I was thinking that it would be Saturday night that she had wanted to go out. I had previously arranged with the guys that I could get along with to meet them at the Anime convention that was taking place during the morning and the afternoon, so any dinner and movie would be no problem at night.

It was then that she asked me if I was available for the entire Saturday including the morning. I thought to myself that the guys would forgive me anyway if I skimped out to meet a girl. I made a mental note to called the guys afterwards and tell them that I couldn’t make it.

I was told to meet up with her in front of the school at eight in the morning and to dress lightly for the day.

That was how I was now standing on a rather misty morning in front of the school gate of the girl’s school. The guard just waved to me once when I began waiting for her before ignoring me completely. I was early so I wasn’t expecting her to show up until later. Well, I hoped that she would show up and I wouldn’t be the dork that had taken her seriously just to be stood up.

It was exactly eight o’clock in the morning when I freaked out when someone grabbed my left arm. Out of the mist and without sound Sakura had managed to sneak up behind me and grab my arm. A quiet ‘Got Ya!’ was spoken before she led me, off into the mist in god knows what direction. I could barely see beyond my arms but she seemed to know the way and I was quite sure it was not in the girl’s school as she had headed off in a right angle to the school’s entrance.

It was a walk that I did not remember. It was too early in the morning and the constant mist that had formed this day was not helping. I remembered passing under and arch or two before she arrived at a white door and announce to me that we were there, wherever there was. I checked my watch it had only been fifteen minutes since I met up with her.

She knocked twice on the door and the door was opened from the inside. I saw for one moment another girl before the mist enveloped her face.

“Morning their Sakura.” She greeted my, could I call her girlfriend?

“Morning Dalphine, reporting for duty and I brought a friend to help us today.” She said shoving me into the door first and then stepping in behind me closing the door.

“H-h-h-help?” I stammered. I was really confused she didn’t mention to me about helping out.

“Yes you helping us out today, well for the morning and afternoon then Sakura will do with you as she pleases.” Dalphine said.

“So this isn’t a date?” I asked Sakura rather disappointed.

“Oh, so Sakura asked you out for a date?” Dalphine nosed in. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yes I did,” Sakura said defiantly “and it he doesn’t help out he’s not going to get much of one afterwards.” She hissed at me.

“Okay so the condition for the date was to help her out in the morning till the afternoon and then we go out on the date.” I confirmed with her.

“Yes that right.” She said smiling back.

“So what am I helping with?” I asked.

“If you just go back outside while we change in here then we’ll show you.” Sakura said. I was then shooed back out of the door where I waited.

It was during the waiting that I noticed that the mist was beginning to lift but very slowly. Out of the mist came two sultry forms, one in black and purple and another in red and blue. They had bat’s wings growing from their backs and from their heads.

“S-S-S-Sakura.” I cried knocking on the door surely this wasn’t what I was mean to be helping with. I can’t fight demonic creatures.

The door opened inwards while I kept my eyes on the closing creatures in the mist and I fell face first right into Sakura’s cleavage. Or what I first thought was her cleavage until I opened up my eyes and up righted myself. There in standing in the doorway was a huge bee and its fist was balled up. My mind was already fragile from the shock of possible dimensional travel gave way to the fist that connected with my stomach. I snapped and blanked out.

“Sakura!” Dalphine cried. “You not supposed to do that with you boyfriend.”

“He’s my potential boyfriend.” Sakura corrected her.

“Hi! There Andrea and Angie. I see you’ve arrived in costume already. Have you seen the other two that are helping with the Dark Café?” Dalphine asked.

“No. We haven’t.” said Angie in the red and blue costume. “But I still think you’re a little old to be doing Bulleta you look absolutely ridiculous dress as Little Red Riding Hood variant.”

“Well I would swap with you but you’ve been asking everyone whether they like acting as a succubus or not that I’d rather not.” Dalphine said.

“Whose the hunk on the floor?” Andrea asked as Morrigan.

“That’s Sakura’s new boyfriend.” Blurted out Dalphine again.

“Potential.” Sakura corrected.

“Well at least I now know not to depend on him in a bad situation. He looks as if he’s fainted.” Andrea said again bending over him and prodding him. “What’s his name and why is he here?”

“He’s called Alan and here’s here to replace Tracy who can’t make it. She sprained her wrist during gymnastics competition and he’s a perfect replacement.” Sakura explained.

“I think we should get him over to the bench at least that way he’s not lying half in and half out of the door. Sakura you have a pretty strong left jab too.” Angie said.

With one girl on each of his limbs picking Alan off the floor and carrying him over to the bench was easy.

“Sakura don’t you feel any pain in that thing?” Angie asked pointing to her wasp like waist.

“About two weeks back I did. I could barely lace up the corset and manage to breath. I’ve been wearing this for two week and have managed to tighten it up as I get use to it and it feels loose.” Sakura told Angie.

“The worst is the abdomen. The way that it keeps it stuck out like that rather than hanging straight down is due to something that sticks into me and really excites me if it bobs up and down.” She wasn’t going to tell Angie more than that.

Angie was quick and in a flash had move behind Sakura and was madly pumping her abdomen up and down.

“Stop it Angie!” Sakura squealed.

“Let’s swap costumes shall we that way you won’t have this problem.” Angie cooed.

“You see there they go again! Always wanting to swap costumes like what they are wearing are cursed or something.” Dalphine pointed out to them again. “No one is going to say yes to you if you’re like that and stop it Angie.”

Angie stopped and Sakura slump to the floor frustrated that what had been happening had stopped.

It was at this point that Alan began to stir from his previous stomach punching.

“Hey you’re boyfriend’s awake.” Dalphine teased again.

“Potential! Damn it! Potential!” Sakura yelled at her.

“Whatever.” She shrugged.

Waking up to a large bee that is holding your hand obviously isn’t the best situation that anyone can wake up to. Alan sat bold upright before Sakura said.

“It’s alright now its me Sakura.” She said bringing him back to his senses.

Alan meanwhile was concentrating more on her wasp like waist, bulging breasts and curved backside although he was rather taken aback by the bee’s abdomen sticking out of her. Sakura obviously picked up onto what he was staring at.

“Ready to help out then?” she asked him.

“Mmmmmmm.” Was all that he could reply before watching her flaunter off to get whatever he was supposed to be helping with. He really couldn’t keep his eyes off the bouncing abdomen of hers. She was really fantastic.

When she returned she was holding something fleshy and white coloured.

“You need to put this on first for the form.” She said throwing him something fleshy coloured.

“You want me to wear this?!?!” he asked her astounded.

“Well you here to replace Tracy,” she explained, “the girl that represented us for the beam. Remember how she fell off the beam.”

“Yeah she had a really badly swollen wrist afterwards.” He agreed his mind flashing back to the competition and Sakura’s leotard, which he had kept safe after the competition in his room.

“So what does this have to do with this that I am supposed to wear?” he still asked puzzled.

Sakura sighed, “Tracy was supposed to be Felicia and entertain the customers with cat like play.”

“Customers?” he still wasn’t clear.

“We’re running Dark Café at the cosplayer convention this year.” She said.

“Oh…” he trailed off he had previously agreed with the guys to come to the convention to ogle the girls with them. This wasn’t good if he was going to be one of them. “Um…yeah I don’t want to be a cat girl. Can I be like Dimetri or some other male character?” He asked.

“You really like me like this don’t you?” she asked back.

“Yes.” he said unsure of where this was going.

“You really want to date me like this too right?” she asked again.

“Yes.” He said more definite this time.

“So we still are in agreement that you will help us and I will go out with you tonight. The cinema is just next door cause were just outside the shopping complex here.” She explain.

Great I thought I hadn’t planned out tonight at all if we’re near the shopping complex, a dinner and movie would be easy to pull off after this. I stripped off my clothes and got ready to put on the fleshy leotard that she had given me.

I was about to put it on when she stopped me and told me that my underwear had to come off too. I did feel a little embarrassed by having to completely strip naked but at least my back was turned to her. I pulled on the leotard noting the fact that it was made out of rubber and was padded in a few place like my butt and it gave me a pair of fake breasts. Sakura helped me zipper up the back.

She then handed me a pair of feet paws also made from the same material they were long and reached up to my thighs but only the foot paw part was covered in white. I also noticed that my balance seemed to be a bit off too as my entire foot had been enveloped into this mushy cat like paws.

When both of my leg paws were on she handed me the main cat suit. I just though that there was something wrong with the design as she told me that I would have to force my paw covered feet through the legs of the main cat suit. I tried to dispute with her that it would be easier if I took off the paws I was wearing on my legs and put the suit on first followed by the paws. However she explain that if it was done that way the leg paws will covered up the white fur that ran from the bottom of the cat suit’s legs up over where my knee would be.

I spent the next twenty-five minutes pulling the leggings up my leg whilst Sakura helped by pushing the leggings up my legs. With a rather loud ‘puff’ we finally managed to get the left leg paw through the tiny leg hold and it set into position almost automatically. We took just about as long with the right one as well.

We them moved onto the arm paws getting them on were quite easy but then again the problem of fitting them through the cat suits arms proved difficult. It was more difficult this time, as I couldn’t help her. She went off to get her friends to help out. With Bulleta and Lilith on the right arm and Morrigan with Q-Bee on the left the pulled together as one to get my arms through the sleeves and out the end. My arms felt as if they were joined to me at the elbows rather than at the shoulders.

Once this was on she walked in front of me and slipped on a hood with attached long blue hair and cat ears. She made sure that the skullcap held all my own hair back before securing it at the top of my neck. She then zippered up the back of the cat suit and clipped on a rather large bell collar. I heard something lock too before she faced me holding a small golden key.

“This key will unlock the collar and let you back out of what you’re wearing, understood?” she said. Her other hand reached for the bell on the collar and shook it. “See no sound.” And she dropped the key inside it and shook it again. A familiar tingle of the cat bell sounded from it.

“Now all you need is a bit of lipstick, mascara and eyeliner and you’ll be perfect.”

It was about two o’clock in the afternoon when Alan met his first real challenge he had been prancing around all day doing flips and other cat like tricks before his buddies and Tracy walked into the Dark Café. He didn’t notice them at first before he finished a series of jumps that landed him right next to their table. He stood there frozen in his track for about a full minute hoping that they would cry out their name.

It was Bulleta that came to his rescue and led him off to the changing rooms before she returned to the table. Sakura would have rescued him too if she wasn’t minding the cash register and the seating plan. Hsein-Ko was too busy running the drinks while the succubus pair was making them. Sakura signalled to Bulleta that she was taking a break and also made her way to the changing rooms.

It was at the door of the changing rooms that Sakura bumped into Tracy. Sakura initially prevented her from meeting Felicia but in the end she gave way. Tracy walked up to Felicia and asked who she was. That was when Felicia spoke up and startled Tracy with his male voice telling her that he was Alan.

Tracy quickly turned to Sakura who just nodded and told Tracy not to tell anyone. Tracy agreed not to and also said that she wouldn’t be believe in cause even she thought that he was really a girl. It was almost impossible for a guy to get in to those poses without seriously straining something.

The day moved on from Tracy’s and the guy’s visit until it was time to shut down the café until next time. The girls had managed to bring in quite a good haul and after paying for the days rent and splitting the proceeds they had made quite a large sum for one days work.

It was in the changing room when Alan found out that there would be some difficult in getting the suit off. Not only would if be next to impossible to get the suit off over the paws that he was wearing but the paws themselves were too clumsy to get the bell that he was wearing in the right orientation to get the key to come out.

By the time Sakura had changed and come out to see how well he was doing that he noticed the time. He asked her to help him but she refused saying that she too was still wearing the costume. He stated that he couldn’t see what she was still wearing until she lifted up the shirt that she had tucked into her skirt, underneath that was a black rubber wasp corset. So that how she’s got her waist so small, it finally dawned on him like a brick.

After another five minutes she was getting impatient with him, if she was wearing a part of the costume why couldn’t he continue to wear what he was wearing since no one could recognise him. Alan fearing his date for the night was in jeopardy decided that it didn’t matter too much and told her that he would change out of it after the date.

This pleased her quite well and soon he led her off to a rather nice restaurant. The waiter at the door was not too amused by the cat girl turning up. But it was Sakura who spoke preventing him from disclosing that he was a guy. The only unfortunate part of this was that they manage to get a window seat facing inwards towards the shopping centre. This cause the children to swarm around the outside of the restaurants with their parents coming in and interrupting them asking for photo opportunities.

Sakura jumped on this and shoved Alan out for pictures with the children and the adults acting as kids while she collected fees from their parents. The fee nicely covered the meal and was enough for the movie afterwards.

This was were Tracy turned up again apparently alone and sitting on Alan’s left while Sakura was on Alan’s right. Being nice he asked how her wrist was. She showed him the bundle of bandages and told him that the doctor has ordered that I don’t do anything strenuous for the next two weeks from now.

It was after the film and they were walking home when Alan asked where Sakura lived. She told him that it was at least another half hour from school but he did find out that it was on his general direction home.

It was at his own doorstep that Sakura thanked him for helping out and for the wonderful evening. When he asked if this was a proper date as everyone saw her go out with another him as another girl, she paused for a moment. Then said yes before she lent forwards to kiss him, distracting him, while her left arm moved passed his head and pressed the doorbell.

Alan was way too distracted by what had just happened and was still in his dream state as Sakura said good by and sped down the drive way. He turned to face the door as it was opened by his mother.

“Alan! What on earth!” his mother cried before dragging him into the living room.