Back to school (1)
The sun is already high on that beautiful Wednesday morning, casting warm rays through Emily Thompson’s room. Emily is 18 years old and she has never felt so alive.
She’s a senior at Iota High School a strict all-girls private school in Louisiana, today she is supposed to be back-to-school and already working on the program doodling in the back row of her class while pretending to care about her classes.
Instead, she decides to skip out school, with the blessing of her mom already telling her: “Oh it’s ok hunnie to skip the first day as long as you’re not doing it again later… and here for you the tickets for that concert… have fun hunnie.”
Emily says: “Thanks mom… you’re totally the best…”
For the occasion, she’s wearing a very sexy white outfit with white mini-skirt, white sport bra, white thong white socks and shoes then on her head white headband, she leaves the house as her mom says: “Have fun hunnie and be careful on the road.”
On the way to the concert, Emily remembers her friends few days ago when she talked to them on chat, all her friends were telling her to be careful and shouldn’t skip school or she’d have troubles especially with the headmistress. And today they’re all dutifully back to school, when Emily craves freedom just one day of rebellion before exams and college applications.
When she arrives at the concert festival, she starts wandering through the festival with a carefree bounce in her step, she’s sipping an iced latte, trying on cheap jewelry and flipping through racks of festival merch that Iota would never allow. She thinks about the uniform she is supposed to wear like a distant memory since she feels like an anonymous girl enjoying her youth.
She has so much fun listening to music bands, laughing at memes on her phone during breaks and finally posts this picture of her in her sexy outfit with this small message without tagging her location
Definitely for her… freedom tastes sweet but not for long. Unbeknownst to Emily, her absence had been noticed early. Her friends give her away to the headmistress who sends teachers to grab her to the festival first Selina Hargrove who happens to be her English instructor and Lena Caldwell the PE teacher who happens to be also the cheerleading team coach.
They spot her near the public restroom, her skirt swishing as she lets anyone admiring her thong smiling to every man watching her. Until miss Hargrove's voice cut through the air as she screams "MISS EMILY THOMPSON…"
At this moment Emily freezes around, her heart slamming against her ribs. She turns slowly, the color draining from her face as she recognizes miss Hargrove’s voice. And here she is in her severe bun and tailored skirt and blazer, Ms. Caldwell is beside her with crossed arms. Escape seems impossible; Emily desperately tries to leave, screaming to anyone so they can help her but they block her and push her behind the restroom.
Ms. Caldwell tells her: "You've got some nerve missy… not only skipping school but also going to this shameful place for what… a day of freedom… we’re glad we caught you before it was too late…"
As she holds her arms firmly, Emily tries to protest: “Pl… please miss Caldwell… miss Hargrove… please… it… it was just for one day… besides… my mom was ok I… I skipped classes… please…”
Selina Hargrove has this look that could pierce every armor as she says: “I see you tell the truth young lady… but it doesn’t mean you can behave like this…”
At this moment Lena holds Emily as Selina takes out a bag with a brand-new uniform inside from Iota, as soon as Emily sees it, she protests: "Pl… please don’t do this… not here… I… I promise you to go back to school this instant with you… and once there dressed in uniform… but please…"
Both teachers ignore her pleas and Selina cuts down her sexy clothes till she’s naked. Finally, the real ordeal begins tears prick Emily's eyes as miss Hargrove wastes no time. She forces Emily’s legs in a pair of regulation white cotton panties thick, modest, and embarrassingly childish with a small pink ribbon on the waistband, the fabric feels stiff and constricting compared to her thong. Next comes the brassiere: a plain white underwire style, supportive but utterly unsexy, designed to flatten and control rather than flatter.
Miss Hargrove adjusts the straps herself, her fingers clinical and cold against Emily's skin, commenting, "Senior girls should know better than to dress like delinquents. This will remind you of your place."
A tight white tank top follows, tucked in meticulously, the polo shirt with long sleeves crisp, navy blue, buttoned high, the collar stiff against her neck. The pleated skirt comes next, short enough to be school-appropriate but long enough to feel restrictive as miss Hargrove smooths it down over her hips, ensuring it falls properly. White socks are rolled up smoothly, followed by white tennis shoes that clicked authoritatively on the floor. Finally, miss Hargrove produces a hairbrush and brushes Emily's loose straight hair until it’s back to natural curls. A quick spray of the academy's standard-issue scent, something floral and innocent completes the transformation.
Emily never felt so humiliated, her free late teen girl style is gone, instead she’s now a picture-perfect student, prim and proper, the uniform makes her look younger and more vulnerable than ever.
As the teachers escort her to the car, the walk back through the mall was pure torture. Heads turn, people are pointing at Emily's forced step, her skirt swishing audibly, the socks and shoes making her feel like a child playing dress-up in reverse, her cheeks crimson red as she whispers her voice cracking on the verge to cry: "Please... don't take me back like this."
But miss Hargrove only smirks, grabbing her arm again. "Too late for begging, missy."
Miss Caldwell carries her shredded clothes and phone in a bag, ensuring she can't text her mom for help. By the time they bundle her into the car, her face was scarlet, tears streaming silently. At high school rumor has spread; students in the hallways whisper as Emily marches through the corridors.
She can hear them saying "Emily skipped? No way." "Look at her uniform they really changed her."
The humiliation deepens with every stare from girls she has once considered as her friends. The headmistress's office was the final circle of this personal hell. Evelyn Hawthorne, a tall, imposing woman in her fifties with steel-gray hair and a perpetual frown, waits behind her massive oak desk.
When the teachers arrive and knock at the door to come inside the headmistress’s office she commands "Close the door."
Miss Hargrove and miss Caldwell obey then position Emily in the center of the room. After a long silence that looks like an eternity, Mrs. Hawthorne finally says something: "Emily Joan Thompson, senior class… skipping school to gallivant at a concert festival. This disrespect ends today."
Her voice dripping with disappointment since Emily was her favorite. Emily tries to plead for herself but the headmistress nods her head and suddenly the teachers move swiftly before she even tries to bolt. They force her onto the desk on her back, her hair hanging off the edge. Strong straps produced from a drawer secure her wrists to the desk legs above her head, stretching her arms taut. Her ankles are bound similarly to the front legs, forcing her legs slightly apart, the pleated skirt riding up enough to expose the tattoo her mother offered her for her 18th Birthday while in vacations. She is completely immobilized, vulnerable on display in her pristine uniform, her heart hammers and sweat blooms under her arms, dark patches forming on the navy polo shirt.
Emily squirms as she’s frightened, the wood cool against her back through the thin layers, her heart pounding as she stutters pleading and almost peeing on herself: "Pl… please, Headmistress, I'm sorry…"
Mrs. Hawthorne approaches with a case. She pries Emily's mouth open with firm fingers, ignoring the girl's whimpers as she says coldly: "Sorry isn't enough."
Inside Emily can see with horror everything needed for braces with metal brackets, wires and childish rubber bands. Another knock at the door and two women come inside, Emily knows them both… Miss Johnson the school nurse and an older woman Maggie Donovan the local orthodontist that Emily hasn’t seen in ages… not since she had her braces off years ago.
The headmistress finally says: “Please ladies… proceed.”
Emily’s head is tilted back firmly as a thick dental retractor is forced, stretching her mouth wide open. She whimpers as the metal brackets are prepared. Doctor Donovan works methodically under the bright desk lamp cleaning, etching, then bonding each bracket to her teeth one by one with a loud curing light that made her flinch every time. The sweat patches under her armpits grew darker, the fabric sticking to her skin. She tried futilely to shake her head as the tight wires are threaded through the brackets and cinch hard with pliers, sending sharp pressure through her jaw. Colored elastics bright pink and blue are snapped into place, making the whole apparatus look deliberately juvenile. Tears stream down her cheeks. Every tightening of the wires made her whimper and drool uncontrollably onto the headmistress’s desk. The metallic taste fills her mouth as the braces are fully secured.
When the retractor is finally removed, Emily’s lips close over the prominent silver hardware. She can’t help running her tongue over the rough brackets and tight wires. Meanwhile her hair once straight and brown is now back to natural curly and blond finishing her complete downgrade.
After thanking them politely, Mrs. Hawthorne and the teachers untie Emily who resumes her place in the middle of the office as the headmistress says with her merciless voice: “That’s not all missy… since you’ve chosen to act like a child, you’ll be treated like one. Effective immediately, you are downgraded to sophomore year. You’ll repeat the curriculum, wear the uniform every day without exception, and report to detention study hall until further notice. Your locker, schedule, and classes have already been changed.”
Emily crying again tries to speak, but the braces made her lisp slightly. “Y… you can’t… please… ma’am…”
Mrs. Hawthorne answers coldly: “It’s Headmistress young lady… I can, and I have. Welcome back to sophomore year, Emily. Perhaps by the time you earn your way back to senior status, you’ll have learned some maturity.”
The headmistress dismisses her with a wave. Emily walks out of the office in her pleated skirt and sweaty polo, braces flashing with every humiliated breath, already dreading the whispers that would follow her through the sophomore hallway.
As she walks down the corridor, she feels eyes on her and hates it. She checks the paper the Headmistress with her new locker next to the sophomore class, she looks into it and sees her new… well former text books and something else… an ID with an old picture of her when she was really in sophomore and something really shocks her at it says:
Emily watches in horror this ID as cold sweat runs on her back, Miss Hargrove is behind her saying: "You shouldn’t be late on your period don’t you think… miss Caldwell?"
Emily watches her back as she says: “Please miss… you… you know it’s not my name…”
But her teacher is already gone and Emily is still watching her ID as she moves to the front door of the school, hoping to see her mom storming by the school to get her and suing the school to oblivion… but she only comes out to a strong flash that messes with her head as all the information she read earlier about her is now her reality.
Miss Caldwell took the picture as she finally says: “Ready for your school period and sport baby girl?”
Emily feels lost for a few seconds before smiling and saying: “I’m ready mom… see you later… love you…”
Miss Caldwell couldn’t be happier to have now a daughter in this real life, then later after school she spots Emily and takes this other picture with her back pack all smiling and adorable as she writes the following message:
In the meantime Mrs. Hawthorne is in her office, correcting the first essays of her students in Senior year in American literature about books they’ve supposed reading during summer when she hears Emily’s old iPhone vibrating, it’s her mom. Mrs. Hawthorne smiles picking up the phone…
To be continued with Back to school (2)
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