Crossfinger

"It's lucky that your **** laugh didn't give you away as you tried to answer the class teacher's questions. To cover your tracks, you echoed Kaya's excuse, feigning a stomachache, just as she did before she fled the teacher's room.

You let out a sigh of relief when the questioning ended. School was finally over and the person you had been waiting to see was already waiting for you outside.

Bianca stood with her back against the wall, waving at you. You eagerly approached her, accepted the remote she handed you, then invited her to a quiet yet not too secluded place to talk.

"I didn't know that a dummy like you could be so defensive for your master," she teased, leading you to the damp courtyard. It was deserted due to the wet conditions, which suited your purpose perfectly. You guided her to the bench farthest from sight, gently pushing her to sit down.

"Oh! Aren't you the gentleman?” she murmured as she settled onto the bench.

“What on earth did you do to Chantal? Did you turn her into a puppet?” You demanded. She looked surprised by your accusation.

“Wait, how do you know? You're a dummy, you shouldn't--" You interrupted her by grabbing her collar.

"Do I seem like a dummy now?" you snapped. She looked taken aback, her green eyes wide open. She recognized your seriousness.

“Oh?...darling...is this really you? Then my mi----" Before she could finish, you silenced her with a stern gesture.

“So you really did turn Chantal into a puppet…. Why didn't you tell me? Why Chantal?"

"Wait, Darling. Let me explain first, it has---"

"What were you thinking, Bianca? Why did you drag her into this?” You cut her off again, your patience already worn thin. You couldn't believe you had trusted her so blindly, obeying her commands without question.

“Darling….listen to me. Please....let me speak first...you're misunderstanding---" she tried to plead, but you weren't interested in hearing her out.

“What do you have to say for yourself? You dragged her into this mess. Now we have to find her and restore her to her original state---"

Just then, you heard a familiar voice. Turning around, you saw Chantal standing there, a frown on her face. Before you could finish your sentence, she approached and embraced you. The shock left you momentarily speechless.

"Chantal...! Is...it....really you?" You stuttered, caught off guard. Your mind raced as Dummy Kaya rushed towards you, arms flailing, whispering something incomprehensible. Then, Chantal leaned in and kissed you. This was only the second time you had kissed a girl, and it was Chantal, the girl you cared for. The moment was sweet but short-lived. She bit her lip, sniffed, let go, and smiled at you. It was a smile you recognized, but it wasn't Chantal's.

"Finally, you're showing your true self, darling," she said, her voice dripping with seduction, her demeanor completely altered.

"Bian.. ca?... is that you!? Bianca?!" You exclaimed, dumbfounded.

“You almost had me fooled, dear. I was going to introduce you to my new appearance. But after that kiss, I immediately knew it wasn't you. You almost deceived me, and yet, you recognized me, didn't you?” She giggled as another Bianca sat down behind her.

"Wait!? What does this mean...I don't understand?" You were utterly confused.

"Shh...my dear... you don't need to worry, it's a long story, but it's not complicated. However, this isn't the right place to discuss it. Would you mind if we continue this at your house?" she asked, as the other two approached. Frustrated yet curious, you let out a sigh.

"sigh If you're coming to my house, let's go quickly. I don't want Tim and the others to find me with three girls trailing behind,” you said, scanning your surroundings casually.

"Actually, there are just two of us. The other two are dummies," Dummy Kaya interjected.

"Dummies..what? If you're referring to yourself, that's one... are you saying the other is Bianca?” You pointed at the Bianca who was waving at you.

"I'll explain everything later, darling. It's cold outside, and my new skin is quite sensitive. We should hurry to your house," she suggested. Chantal nudged you forward, indicating that you should lead the way. As confusing as the situation was, you knew you'd understand better once you got home.

You shook off your confusion and quickly exited the school through the back door, hoping to avoid running into other students as you left the building.