The Curse
You follow here down the corridor until she stops. She pushes open a door and shows you a hand gesture meaning for you to follow. As you walk in, the first thing you notice is a large wooden wardrobe on the far side of the room. Lizzie sits down on her bed and tells you to open the over-sized piece of furniture. You do so and find possibly hundreds of shirts, coats and many other tops on the top rail and a number of trousers, skirts and dresses on the bottom rail.
"Wow..!" You say aloud.
"Okay, we need to pick something out for you." Lizzie states. You nod and she strolls up next to you. "Well, I see you as a skirt sort of person, but before we go into anything like that, we need to get you some panties." She smirks at you and you begin to turn red.
"Can't I have something more...masculine." You ask.
"I told you before, we only have girl's clothing. Besides, Cindy won't be happy if your dressed as a guy. She wants you to suffer. She wants you to be as feminine as humanly possible and I wouldn't mind seeing you in a mini-skirt." She begins snickering.
You frown at her. "I thought you were with me on this!" You begin to pout, folding your arms.
"Calm down. You'll look good anyway. I'm sure Cindy would take the piss much more if you walk in completely naked, showing all of your female glory." She says persuadingly.
"Fine." You sigh.
"Good." She holds up a silky piece of underwear. "Put this on."
You snatch it off her with a frown on your face. You slide into it and wait for her to hand you a bra."
"Well...?" You say.
"'Well' what?"
"Don't I need a bra?"
"Nah. We keep our own bras and the only clean one I have is the one I'm wearing, but your free to go ask one of the other girls."
"Errmm...guess I'm going without."
"Since you have no experience choosing girl's clothing, I'll pick some out for you." She begins pulling out clothes from the wardrobe and you wait to see what she presents you with. "Here" She says, handing you a small pile of women's clothes. You examine them before taking them. You pull on a mini-skirt and then put on a buttoned shirt with the top four undone, showing much cleavage. Finally, you slip on some sandals.
"Nice. Very nice." Your 'carer' comments. "Now, do you want make-up?" She says smiling and holding up a make-up bag.
"I'll pass." You reply trying to be polite.
"Well, I'll go through your hair with s comb, because it's a bit messy from earlier." After spending five minutes sorting out your hair, putting in clips and brushing it, you head towards the meeting at the end of the corridor.
You both enter to four pairs of eyes following you. This makes you feel uneasy and you glance back at Lizzie, who is currently holding up the 'Peace' gesture. When you look back, Cindy is stood a few feet away.
"So you finally decided to bring your bitch along." She says smirking. You hear chuckles from the other girls and begin to glare at the girl who insulted you.
"Give her a break. Don't you think she having a rough time as it is." Lizzie responds whilst folding her arms.
"HER? I'm not a girl." You say to your only friend in this entire building.
"Oh right, your HER bitch." Cindy fires at Lizzie.
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that! All she's done since I got here was be kind to me and I'M NOT A FUCKING GIRL!"
"She must've given you the tongue treatment." Cindy retorts. You scowl. "And don't speak to me like that. You better watch your language, because I'll make your life a living hell!"
"Try me. You've already done the worst you have!" You yell.
"Don't challenge her." Lizzie whispers to you, but less than a second she speaks, Cindy voice is heard once more.
"I can make you weaker still, strip you of all your clothes and leave in the streets of London in the early hours of Sunday morning. Now just think of the consequences!" She shrieks. You drop your head and stare at the floor, but Cindy isn't quite finished. "And I will refer to you as a girl, bitch." She power-walks towards you and lifts you head so you are looking her in the eyes. She grabs you shirt and rips it open. "LOOK! You have fucking tits!" You feebly try to cover them whilst still looking her in the eyes, but she just bats it away. "Look at them, dammit!" You look down and cringe. It was true. Cindy turns away and sits down. You cover yourself with you shirt and hold yourself close to Lizzie. She puts her arm round you and you both sit in a seat, still cuddling. You sob into her top and Cindy begins to speak.
"Okay, because it's my project, I'll name you. Let's see...DANEILLA! None of you must refer to her as Dan or Daniel. If you do, it will be treated as defying a direct order and you will be treated as a traitor." She looks at you and Lizzie whilst speaking, although the others nod. "Dismissed."
Everybody stands and heads to the exit, making sure to keep their distance from Lizzie and yourself. Cindy naming you doesn't make you feel any better, but you can't feel much worse. Your whole life was stolen within twenty-four hours, a few girls have complete power over you and the only companion you have is girl who helped do this to you. Lizzie takes her arm from around you and she walks to her room. You still follow like a lost puppy, but nobody is watching, so this could be a chance to wander away.
"Wow..!" You say aloud.
"Okay, we need to pick something out for you." Lizzie states. You nod and she strolls up next to you. "Well, I see you as a skirt sort of person, but before we go into anything like that, we need to get you some panties." She smirks at you and you begin to turn red.
"Can't I have something more...masculine." You ask.
"I told you before, we only have girl's clothing. Besides, Cindy won't be happy if your dressed as a guy. She wants you to suffer. She wants you to be as feminine as humanly possible and I wouldn't mind seeing you in a mini-skirt." She begins snickering.
You frown at her. "I thought you were with me on this!" You begin to pout, folding your arms.
"Calm down. You'll look good anyway. I'm sure Cindy would take the piss much more if you walk in completely naked, showing all of your female glory." She says persuadingly.
"Fine." You sigh.
"Good." She holds up a silky piece of underwear. "Put this on."
You snatch it off her with a frown on your face. You slide into it and wait for her to hand you a bra."
"Well...?" You say.
"'Well' what?"
"Don't I need a bra?"
"Nah. We keep our own bras and the only clean one I have is the one I'm wearing, but your free to go ask one of the other girls."
"Errmm...guess I'm going without."
"Since you have no experience choosing girl's clothing, I'll pick some out for you." She begins pulling out clothes from the wardrobe and you wait to see what she presents you with. "Here" She says, handing you a small pile of women's clothes. You examine them before taking them. You pull on a mini-skirt and then put on a buttoned shirt with the top four undone, showing much cleavage. Finally, you slip on some sandals.
"Nice. Very nice." Your 'carer' comments. "Now, do you want make-up?" She says smiling and holding up a make-up bag.
"I'll pass." You reply trying to be polite.
"Well, I'll go through your hair with s comb, because it's a bit messy from earlier." After spending five minutes sorting out your hair, putting in clips and brushing it, you head towards the meeting at the end of the corridor.
You both enter to four pairs of eyes following you. This makes you feel uneasy and you glance back at Lizzie, who is currently holding up the 'Peace' gesture. When you look back, Cindy is stood a few feet away.
"So you finally decided to bring your bitch along." She says smirking. You hear chuckles from the other girls and begin to glare at the girl who insulted you.
"Give her a break. Don't you think she having a rough time as it is." Lizzie responds whilst folding her arms.
"HER? I'm not a girl." You say to your only friend in this entire building.
"Oh right, your HER bitch." Cindy fires at Lizzie.
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that! All she's done since I got here was be kind to me and I'M NOT A FUCKING GIRL!"
"She must've given you the tongue treatment." Cindy retorts. You scowl. "And don't speak to me like that. You better watch your language, because I'll make your life a living hell!"
"Try me. You've already done the worst you have!" You yell.
"Don't challenge her." Lizzie whispers to you, but less than a second she speaks, Cindy voice is heard once more.
"I can make you weaker still, strip you of all your clothes and leave in the streets of London in the early hours of Sunday morning. Now just think of the consequences!" She shrieks. You drop your head and stare at the floor, but Cindy isn't quite finished. "And I will refer to you as a girl, bitch." She power-walks towards you and lifts you head so you are looking her in the eyes. She grabs you shirt and rips it open. "LOOK! You have fucking tits!" You feebly try to cover them whilst still looking her in the eyes, but she just bats it away. "Look at them, dammit!" You look down and cringe. It was true. Cindy turns away and sits down. You cover yourself with you shirt and hold yourself close to Lizzie. She puts her arm round you and you both sit in a seat, still cuddling. You sob into her top and Cindy begins to speak.
"Okay, because it's my project, I'll name you. Let's see...DANEILLA! None of you must refer to her as Dan or Daniel. If you do, it will be treated as defying a direct order and you will be treated as a traitor." She looks at you and Lizzie whilst speaking, although the others nod. "Dismissed."
Everybody stands and heads to the exit, making sure to keep their distance from Lizzie and yourself. Cindy naming you doesn't make you feel any better, but you can't feel much worse. Your whole life was stolen within twenty-four hours, a few girls have complete power over you and the only companion you have is girl who helped do this to you. Lizzie takes her arm from around you and she walks to her room. You still follow like a lost puppy, but nobody is watching, so this could be a chance to wander away.