Back to school (2)

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When Mrs. Hawthorne takes Emily’s mom call, she hears on the other line: “Hey girly… so how was that concert festival… if you need a lift just tell me… I’m not far from where you are hunnie…” 

At this moment the Headmistress says: “Good afternoon Mrs. Thompson… Mrs. Hawthorne, Headmistress of Iota High School. Your daughter has been found in a festival concert but don’t worry our teachers found her and brought her back to school… she has been properly punished for her behavior but I need to see you to talk about the adjustments of her… correction. Would you be available around 5 pm after school Mrs. Thompson?” 

Hearing this Leah Thompson tries her best not to insult the headmistress and tells her: “Oh sure Mrs. Hawthorne… I’ll be at your office at 5 and maybe see my daughter there…” 

After hanging up her phone, Sasha Thompson whispers: “What a bitch… she better has to be kidding me and I hope my Emily is OK…” 

Later she arrives at school around 5 pm still wearing her jeans and t-shirt she has for her day off. As she goes into the school corridors students and teachers look at her with strange eyes like they’ve never seen such woman dressed that way in school. When Leah finally arrives at the headmistress office, she opens the heavy oak door before it shuts behind her. 

The office looks odd compared to the rest of the school, dark green tapestry, huge pictures representing masterpieces from Europe. Leah looks nothing like this office in her jeans and t-shirt and her heels echoing on the floor since she left the house in haste, her high heels were the only pair of shoes that was available. The office looks empty, no traces of Mrs. Hawthorne or Emily as Leah speaks to herself: “Where the fuck is she? She better has a good reason to punish Emily rather than skipping school for just a fucking day…” 

As she keeps talking to herself, she has no idea that she’s not alone in the room it’s the same people that put Emily’s braces… the nurse Miss Johnson and the orthodontist Maggie Donovan. Then suddenly Leah feels a strong hand clamping over her mouth from behind and a strong arm locking around her waist. Before she could scream or struggle, Leah feels a cold glass rim forcing between her lips and a thick, sickly-sweet liquid poured down her throat. She chokes, thrashes, but the grip is iron. 

The potion burns going down her throat, then spread like liquid fire through her veins. Then, suddenly, her body begins to change: her height melts away inch by inch, her saggy breasts shrink a bit, her waist cinching inward, hips narrowing into a youthful shape. The curves of a woman in her early 40’s smooth into the taut, coltish lines of a teenager. Her clothes are efficiently stripped away by the same hands, her t-shirt, bra, jeans, panties, socks and shoes leaving her naked and disoriented. 

The women redress her in a brand-new uniform, first the plain white cotton panties, pulling up her smooth legs and snapping firmly into place around her hips as miss Johnson adjusts them making sure they fit perfectly, following the matching brassiere Mrs. Donovan puts on Leah’s shoulders, she tightens the straps until her breasts are properly supported and shaped under the school-appropriate fit. A thin white tank top is tugged over her head, clinging to her skin, the navy polo shirt with long sleeves that miss Johnson buttons it up from the bottom, tucking it tightly into the pleated plaid skirt that Mrs. Donovan zips and buttons around Leah’s waist, then white socks rolled up her calves and to finish the brand-new white tennis shoes clicking onto her feet. 

Before she realizes what has just happened to her, Leah is shoved hard against the edge of the headmistress’s heavy oak desk. The polished wood pressed into her hips as Mrs. Donovan and nurse Johnson force her upper body down flat. Her cheek scraps against the cool surface. Before she could free herself, thick leather cuffs are snapped around her wrists and buckle tightly to metal rings bolted into the far side of the desk, stretching her arms out in front of her.  Her ankles are kicked apart next, more straps lock around them and secure to the desk legs, leaving her totally immobilized on her back, skirt flipped up slightly at the front showing a bit of her panties with a trace of pee since she’s frightened to death. The position forces her chest to gasp for air as her breathing turns shallow and rapid, her shoulders lift above her head as dark sweat patches blooms under both arms, spreading outward across the fabric of the polo until the material clings damply to her skin.  

Suddenly Leah hears a soft diabolical chuckle in the room, it’s Mrs. Hawthorne she stood to the side, watching with detached satisfaction as she says to the older women “Keep her still and proceed… ladies.”  

Nurse Johnson holds Leah’s head firmly in place while the orthodontist forces the wide metal retractor in her mouth, stretching her jaw until her lips are pulled back in a helpless grimace. Drool immediately begins to collect and spill over the lower bar.  Leah’s muffled whimpers fill the office as the procedure starts in earnest. The orthodontist works methodically under the bright desk lamp: first a cold etchant gel brushes onto each tooth, rinses, then the brackets bond one by one with a sharp blue curing light that click on and off beside her face. Every time the light flashes she flinches, the straps around her wrists and ankles creaking as she instinctively tries to pull away.  Sweat continues to pour from her armpits, soaking the sides of the polo until dark half-moons reached almost to her waist, her hair sticking to her damp neck and temples, tears ran freely down her cheeks and onto the desk blotter.  The wires come next as the orthodontist threads the thin metal arch wire through every bracket, then uses pliers to cinch it down hard. Each turn sends a deep, aching pressure through her jaw. Colored elastics baby blue is snapped into place, deliberately childish against the silver hardware.  By the time the final adjustment is made, Leah’s mouth feels heavy and foreign. The retractor is finally removed, her lips close over the new braces with a soft metallic click. She feels every bracket against her inner cheeks, every tight wire when she tries to swallow. 

A faint lisp is already present when she manages to say, trembling and on the verge of crying “Wh… why… pl… please… ma’am… let me go” 

Mrs. Hawthorne steps closer, grips Leah’s chin so the overhead light catches the gleaming metal then she says calmly: “There… there my dear… it’s  finished now… you’ll be able to say thank you to Emily soon enough… she told us how you let her going to this concert and now look at you… all ready to be a new student in Sophomore year like Emily… don’t worry you will not try to tell her you’re her mother and she will not try to tell you she’s your daughter… from now on… you’re just two best friends attending the same classes my dear…” 

Leah remains strapped tightly across the desk, chest heaving, armpits dark with sweat, silver braces flashing every time she gasps or whimpers. The humiliation and the ache in her jaw settles in as she suddenly feels her head messing up and her memories as grown adult woman disappears, she’s no longer Leah Thompson in her early 40’s working in a tech company and mother of a teenage girl… she’s now Leah Hawthorne the headmistress’s daughter, Emily’s best friend and her girlfriend too. She’s also 16 and in the same class and does also cheerleading and chess as extracurricular activities. 

When Leah feels her headache stopped, her new memories are in full command the both women from earlier untied her and put her in the armchair in front of the headmistress’s desk as the new Leah says: “Mom! What am I doing here? I hope I don’t have any problems…” 

For the first time Mrs. Hawthorne has a warm smile as she says: “Oh no worries sweetheart… I just hope you had a great first day…” 

Leah smiles revealing her braces nods yes as she says: “It was a great day… oh I was wondering Mom… can I spend some time with Emily… we… we have already work to do and we do it better together…” 

Evelyn Hawthorne completely human says: “Of course sweetheart and she can come home if Mrs. Caldwell is ok… let’s go ask her together if it’s ok for you…” 

Mom and daughter leave together the office and find Emily and her mom after the pictures they’ve taken. And automatically Emily and Leah take the pose together as they both smile with braces and this time it’s Evelyn Hawthorne that publishes the picture as she says: 

First day of school was a massive success. 

I couldn’t be prouder of my sweet girl Leah. 

Today she started her sophomore year with her best friend Emily. 

Have a great year my sweet angel, Mommy loves you so much hunnie… 

After the picture the girls come home together secretly sharing a kiss since they love each other without knowing they were once different people with a different relationship… but shush only the headmistress and the cheerleading coach know that.