Routine Exposure

This was bad.

This was very bad. The blonde cheerleader thought to herself as she read over the note left where her clothes and bag were stolen.

“If you want your clothes back, then meet me in the locker room before practice.”

The teenage genie bit down on her lip and clung tightly to the white tarp she had used to cover herself up with like a hood and poncho to avoid being seen as her bare feet briskly carried her toward the girl’s locker room. Jessica dodged groups that came her way and took turns into empty classrooms, avoiding both sexualized teachers humiliating themselves and students that were already primed and out to get her. It was already bad enough that the dried paint began to chip in the frayed hairs that got in front of her face. The blonde could remember when she gasped at the sight of what had been graffitied and tattooed with.

Her teacher made handprints; green paint had been splashed and poured into her hair; one student painted a yellow sun on one of her ass cheeks. Another student drew a dog tail on her back in brown paint that ran up her lower spine. She had a red bullseye painted on her stomach centered on her naval, and another drew white whiskers and a nose on her face to make her look more like a rabbit.

Someone finger-painted the word “whore” on one arm in pink and “slut” in blue on the other. Again, lacking creativity, and simply labeled her.

Her poor pussy had been spared, though. Instead, it was stained by the juices and assaulted by her fingers from her Master’s wishes to defeat Kevin. That was the only thing that mattered.

Simon had done it. He’d won. She thought that all that was left for her to do was just get through cheer practice. The one thing that promised perversion, but at least she had control there.

Or so she thought, as Tiffany finally made her move. The genie, now rendered terrified as she clutched to the tarp for dear life. Another group of peers was about to pass by her.

A few students muttered, a group of girls from another club, Dance? Sports? Drama? Their Queen couldn’t tell as the teenagers giggled and pointed at the sight of the barefoot young woman covered in a white tarp while she rushed as fast as she could down the hallways long after the bell rung. Jessica kept her panicked eyes to the floor as her destination was soon in sight.

The cheerleader quickly wasted no time smashing the girl’s locker room door open and rushed inside. However, her relief was cut short, as the blonde let out a loud squeak as she tripped over something and came bursting out from the tarp in her sweaty, stained, and painted glory. The sanctuary of the white tarp whipped away and gone without a trace.

Jessica gasped in horror as she quickly darted her eyes around and covered herself in a shrunken position. The Queen of Eastlake High reduced to cowering on the floor and hiding behind an empty aisle of lockers like a scared chipmunk. She could hear giggling nearby and shifted her emerald eyes toward the source of it. The blonde hurried and crouched underneath one of the wooden benches in between the metal doors of the lockers. Her adrenaline spiked as she shuffle-crawled briskly in her naked state and darted her eyes until she could hear someone.

The naked genie shuffled on all fours across the cold, concrete floor and peeked out the side of the aisle toward the source of the girls on the other side of the red metal lockers. The **** “It” girl shifted to spin and look behind her quickly in increasing paranoia. Of course, no one was there, but in that same sense of panic after tripping, the blonde bombshell finally realized she had completely lost track of her tarp and couldn’t go back to find it.

In a moment like this, Jessica’s anxiety grew again to make her whimper and keep her head directed at the ground, a whine escaping through her nose. Finally, she slowly stood while covering herself with her hands, unsure of the best option.

Did she want to teleport and immediately tell her Master what was happening? That option was the safest, but it also had a drawback. He was busy dealing with Kevin. If she teleported now, then Kevin would know she had run away from practice. Her naked body in full view for him to taunt. Simon would be distracted at a moment when Jessica knew that she couldn’t allow it. So, she would have to wait for him to speak again.

On the other hand, her end of the bet wasn’t over yet. At least, that was what it felt like. She’d have to get through all of it, or it wouldn’t have mattered, she thought. Besides that, whatever Tiffany was trying to prove, it was becoming a severe problem. Taking her clothes from class and leaving her nude to walk the halls was an **** step. If the Queen of Eastlake had a big enough problem with someone, she would've done something like that to gain their attention. The fact her own friend was doing this to her made the cheerleader's heart race faster. If Kevin was right, and he didn’t need to spur her on, Tiffany would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. Jessica knew that. Her friend wasn’t stubborn like Sam, or herself. She was flexible enough to get what she wanted. Eventually, the raven-haired cheerleader would need an answer, and was demanding it from her theft.

But Jessica was not looking forward to that moment. Before dealing with anything else, the Head Cheerleader wanted to get the paint off her body in the showers.

It was less than ideal. The teenager rarely used the school’s showers unless **** enough to get the sweat off her after practices. But, this was one of those occasions. So, instead of heading for her locker, the blonde made her way quietly into the hallway and then the open tiled floors of the public shower area.

Thank god the Swim Team didn’t use the locker room until Wednesday. That afforded the genie her privacy for the most part. The soap was basic; a wall dispenser and generic bars, the water lacked the custom handle or settings of her bathroom at home or her Master’s, but it would get the job done. At least she didn’t live at the school, she thought to herself. This wouldn’t be an everyday thing. And so, Jessica got started in scrubbing herself down until the paint and symbols were gone from her body.

Her skin became red and patchy in places as she became **** to scrub harder on the drying pastels. The young blonde hissed as she pulled the clumps of green out of her hair before working on her hands and arms. The drain swirled with an assortment of colors that mashed together, and she yelped as a few strands of hair fell out with another gob and clump of green paint or having to dig her nails into the skin of her ass to get the yellow sun off. The genie winced as her green eyes stung, both hands working on her back to get the dog tail off. She bit her lip and held it back as she felt the abused red bow, wet and still tied up in her hair.

No matter how much Jessica wanted to, she couldn’t cry. That was part of the rules. Though, there wasn’t a rule against feeling as miserable as she did at that moment. Going from the Queen of the School to an Outcast overnight was hurtful, even if it was temporary. Just like that, all of that work and effort into making people notice or like her was gone. No one cared when they could just laugh at her…

The genie shook her head to get the thoughts and feelings of rejection out of her head. It wasn’t permanent. They could fix it later.

Just fight through it. Get it over with. She nodded the statements to herself to push through, but that voice of doubt still ate inside, refusing to give up the fight.

She had felt singled out, chastised for no reason. People like Peter pranking her out of nowhere, classmates called her names they dared not call her to her face, hurtful names, people lashing out at her without understanding her, watching her friends move away from her or not want to be around her. Worse, everyone enjoyed her ****, from a teacher who disliked her or a teacher wanting to fuck her. Was it so easy for them to do that to the genie? Turn on her?

Was this how that perverted bastard, Kevin, felt every day? Was this how others feel at Eastlake that hadn’t achieved her status in life? The genie curled further in on herself as she looked down.

Was this how her Master felt whenever she messed with him? Was it made worse because of who she was to him? She had forgotten and just pushed and pushed.

The blonde shut her eyes and clenched down on the side of her head. The water washed the paint off her back and into the drain. She couldn’t think about how much pain her Master had gone through losing her. Just remembering that twisting and wretched swirl that threatened to consume her insides the moment she had experienced his emotions for the first time.

Her eyes focused as Jessica thought of Simon’s ability to endure and the way he smiled.

If he could live through that, then the genie could get through one stupid day of ridiculous….

“AH!” she suddenly shrieked and snapped her attention out of her head as the shower’s hot water suddenly turned icy cold.

It was freezing the moment it hit her still red and scrubbed skin. The cheerleader felt herself jump backward and spun in shock, only to be tripped by someone’s leg and faceplanting onto the wet tiles beneath her.

The cheerleader groaned as the water shut off and tried to get the water out of her eyes with her wrinkled fingers. Then Jessica heard the giggling and the laughter of several familiar voices above her.

One more familiar than she would’ve liked it,

“Wow, Tiff! She really greeted her boyfriend like that, all the time! No way!”

The wrinkled, wet genie sat on her knees and shivered up at the sight of long feminine legs surrounding her from the front. The damp bangs of her hair once again covered her emerald eyes. Finally, the naked head cheerleader of Eastlake gazed up at their faces.

Tiffany, her friend, glared and scowled down at her with her arms crossed. At the same time, the talkative Latina, Nina, stood to her right. Next, Jane to her left, and finally, walking behind the blonde bombshell on the shower floor, the sight of her doppelgänger smiling innocently as her blue eyes tried to get a read on her reaction.

Jessica Myers smiled and titled down to her so that her breasts bounced in front of her face,

“We’ve been waiting forever for you to show up! What took you so long?”

The genie scowled at her platinum blonde counterpart, her nostrils exerting the forceful huff that came out of her in protest. Took her so long? How about the fact she had her clothes stolen by them! Instead of answering Jessica Myers’ bubbly question, Jessica Edwards defiantly looked down and away in annoyed embarrassment.

The three other cheerleaders looked down at their Captain, expecting her to explain herself. As if they discovered Jessica rummaging a dumpster. The level of mistrust and skepticism surrounded her from all sides that she was using the showers as if they were her actual shower instead of the one back at her wealthy father’s estate.

Instead of showing fear, the Queen of Eastlake showed offense to them,

“I want. My. Clothes. Back,” she declared as forcefully as she could to them, expecting them to realize how big of a mistake they were making.

Her Master may have warned her to keep her distance. However, the sight of Myers made the Prom-Queen-Candidate-turned-Genie, want to knock her down a peg. The genie wondered if the reminder of who the Real Jessica was around here would make her feel better.

But from her show of defiance, Tiffany rolled her eyes and shook her head. To her, the demeanor was evident. The empress had no clothes, literally and figuratively. She motioned to their fellow cheerleaders that had been in her friend’s circle,

“Hey Nina, Jane, go get started without us okay, we’ll be there when we’re finished.”

“Sure thing, Tiff.”

Jessica attempted to protest, “Hey…wait a…”

Nina only giggled and winked at the raven-haired cheerleader,

“All right, but don’t be too long. I want to know what the surprise you two were talking about is!”

Jessica Edwards glared in silence after the interruption. Her emerald eyes affixed on her fellow Jessica as she folded her arms behind her back in much the same way the cheerleader herself had done when walking around someone. The reminder of the duplication of her Stepmother’s methods displayed through the platinum blonde’s mannerisms. The influence had over the genie by others on full display. Jessica Myers danced her fingers across Tiffany’s red sports bra-clothed shoulder as the teenager on the floor realized they were all dressed for practice, except her.

The raven-haired cheerleader, her shapely and long legs crossed in front of her, sighed and shook her head. Then, Jessica watched as the other Jessica and her cheating friend gazed, motioned at one another before finally saying something back,

“Here. Put this on.”

The genie froze at the sight of the red gym shorts and grey cotton t-shirt, the standard Eastlake uniform. Not her outfit, not even her sexualized gym uniform Master had made for her, not as her Master desired…

Jessica’s voice grew nervous as she pointed at the uniform worriedly,

“B-But those aren’t my clothes, I want….”

Seconds later, her nerves became shattered when her raven-haired friend repeated her command in a forceful tone,

“Put the uniform on, Jess.”

Her emerald eyes widened, and her face paled as she realized something from her recent memory, and most importantly, about herself. Only Master could choose her clothing with the snap of his fingers. She couldn’t do it herself, and she had tried. Jessica remembered back to her room. Her own body took her back to the clothes she had placed to sleep in and put them back on. She gulped in horror,

“Oh god, no….”

The blonde bombshell felt herself become flooded with that same dreaded sense of anxiety that had carried her from her birthday. She balled her fists in front of her and slowly reached out to grab the shirt on the floor.

“Hurry up!”

The genie flinched, hearing her longtime friend bark angrily at her to move faster. Instead, the blonde lowered her head and clenched her teeth as she gripped the cotton fabric with her finger and moved slowly to cover her chest, and then attempted to find the underside to pull over her head.

Somehow, her left leg moved in place of her left arm and tried to stick itself through the sleeve. She was twisting her body up like a pretzel without control. Quickly, the cheerleader scrambled to pull her leg out of the shirt and then attempted to pull it over her head again.

The shirt was stuck upside down on her shoulders, and her arms repeatedly flailed rather than sticking themselves in the correct sleeves. Her head and wet hair became twisted up in the grey shirt as the blonde struggled to pull it from her head. The genie attempted to put the shirt on inside-out to trick her own body to no avail. The shirt wound up covering one shoulder and didn’t even make it past her breasts.

This wasn’t working. Jessica sat on the floor of the shower with her legs fully extended out, the shirt in her lap like a child as she desperately tried to get her body to do the simple work of putting on a grey t-shirt. Finally, she huffed and then shut her eyes to get her body to remember from memory.

Instead of the naked girl’s arms shooting through the familiar sleeves, followed by her head, she felt her legs jab and **** themselves into the sleeves of the shirt before getting stuck around her hamstrings. The head and collar of the shirt left her pussy and ass near-full exposure. The genie tripped when her body attempted to stand up. The lower half of her body haplessly fell forward in front of her doppelgänger and antagonized friend. The shirt fell over her lower legs like a dress as gravity further added to the blonde’s apparent failure.

Her face scrunched as the two standing over her had watched it all unfold in front of them.

“Oh my god!” Jessica Myers gasped in somewhat stunned excitement.

She clapped her hands and bent forward into her face after clapping with excess energy, “So it’s true! You really can’t do it without him, can you? You can’t dress yourself unless he’s the one doing it!”

While Jessica Myers was absolutely giddy with her realization, Jessica Edwards shot her eyes up to the two young women in horror. Tiffany’s face twisted into confused bewilderment. While her clone knew something about her, her friend was still out of the loop,

“Jessie, what do you mean by that?”

The genie curled on the ground as she quickly scrambled and snatched the clothes on the tiles and the wrong parts of her body. Then attempted to crawl past the two and rushed to her locker.

“Whoa there!”

The head cheerleader felt her eyes widen as her choker pressed against the front of her neck, nearly doing as its name had suggested. Jessica’s eyes looked down as she found a finger wrapped underneath and pulled it from the back of her neck—the platinum blonde giggling with glee as she smiled at her counterpart.

Still wet, still naked, and still clutching the donated gym uniform in a **** attempt to cover the front of her body, the future-Prom Queen pleaded to her friend with her eyes. Kevin couldn’t have told anyone! It was a wish! Brad’s new form and identity had no way of knowing that, the genie thought to herself. There was no way the clone knew she was really a genie!

“Let me go to my locker and get my spare stuff from there!” the heiress barked in protest, “This uniform sucks! Honestly, it isn’t even….”

“You can’t do it, can you?” the bubbly blonde holding onto her necklace giggled, “That’s like, so interesting!”

Myers released her, and once again, Jessica found herself **** to face her increasingly annoyed and overly-suspicious friend. The glare in Tiffany’s eyes made the blonde bombshell slowly back her bare ass into the cold metal of a nearby locker door.

“I-I just want MY clothes...”

“Why?” Tiffany tilted her head and leaned forward, “You’ve worn that uniform or one like it for the past four years. So what’s different about this one? Why is it so hard for you to put the stupid thing on?”

She flinched, unable to adequately respond to the question, as the Queen of the School readied to protest back in anger toward her friend, Jessica Myers’ familiar and eerily comparable voice broke the deadlock.

“Aw, Tiff, don’t be so hard on her! It’s not her fault! Afterall….”

Jessica felt herself shrink as the aura of her doppelgänger pressed her as she leaned close to her. The platinum blonde’s long and elegant fingernail pressing against the skin of her throat and then under her chin,

“Slaves like you don’t have a choice, do they? You do as you’re told.”

No.

Jessica gasped in horror as she clutched tightly to the shirt in her fingers; green eyes widened, and now confronted by the cold, challenging, and icy blue gaze of the clone. The sound of the platinum blonde’s voice giggling and continued teasing,

“What’s that like, by the way? I’m having trouble with the idea of it. I mean, willingly giving away your own choices to someone like Simon? You actually have him boss you around while you pretend to run the whole school? Even acting like you hated him? Saying one thing and doing another? You’re really just a big fraud, aren’t you, Edwards?”

Fraud. The bitch had to say fraud….

Jessica felt her lip tremble as she felt her fingers ball the shirt clutched in her tight hands. She glared in protest, but the icy blue eyes of Jessica Myers seemed to see right through her and the way her emerald orbs trembled in panic.

“Wait….”

Both blonde teenagers looked to the raven-haired cheerleader whose face tried to process the words and scenes playing out in front of her.

“Tiff, wait, just list-….”

The genie felt a hand suddenly cover her mouth before she could speak again as Myers wagged her finger disapprovingly at her. Jessica then heard the voice of one of her closest friends talking to her again in anger, herself.

“No, Jess! This time you’re going to listen!”

The Head Cheerleader felt her shoulders shrink inward as her legs began to sink beneath her, causing Tiffany to appear taller than the blonde as she moved to press her finger and tap on the center of the genie’s forehead.

In her spandex shorts and sports bra, the raven-haired cheerleader did not have any patience in dealing with the ire toward her Queen. She was angry and unsettled during their earlier encounter, but now Jessica could see that her friend had only become angrier from it,

“I’ve invested too much time and effort into making you the envy of every girl and guy in this damned school for you to throw it all away! Do you have any idea what I had to do to make everything perfect for Miss Perfect, Herself? Well!”

The genie’s defiance began to build and she growled through her doppelgänger’s hand. She held out her fingers, going over what she saw as every expense made,

“And just on your birthday alone! Getting the beer from Jason’s Brother, having you pay the right amounts, reminding you to update your playlists, making sure you had what you needed to make everyone have a good time! Everyone had a great time, sure, but where were you? Running off to Sam’s house to fuck your own stalker? After everything I did to set you up with Brad and become the perfect couple! Why? What’s Simon done, huh? What is it? Why him?”

The blonde turned her green eyes away from her friend and down at the floor. She greeted the sight of her own naked body. Her eyes showed the scowl present underneath the covering hand of Jessica Myers and the glare of anger toward Tiffany for using the names she told the young woman not to call her Simon anymore.

“I’m not going to let you leave or get your clothes back until you tell me why you did it. After everything I did for you up until now, getting you to where you are, you owe me that much….”

The sense of betrayal and anger was evident all over the raven-haired girl’s face. Her friendship was seemingly tainted forever from the glare given. Even if she wanted to, Jessica knew that what Tiffany asked was impossible, and given the situation, the genie really didn’t want to with how her friend had been behaving.

Then the other blonde, still holding her hand over Jessica’s mouth, began to giggle and then laugh at the tension. Her clone attempting to put her friend at ease,

“Now, now, Tiff. There’s no need for that. I’m sure it’s pretty obvious why she would choose that cutie, Simon, over you.”

The raven-haired cheerleader’s eyes widened, and she crossed her arms to her perceived childhood friend in surprise, “You know that ‘cutie’ is pretty much a fucking psychopath in an awkward shell, right? Of course, Sam’s always protecting him, too….”

Jessica Myers rolled her eyes and shook her head in a similar method that the Queen of Eastlake herself would use, and then ran her fingers through her long platinum blonde hair,

“Tiff, Tiff, Tiff, c’mon…when have you ever seen that big ol’ Dorky Teddy Bear doing something sinister?”

The raven-haired cheerleader scoffed in skepticism, “Are you kidding? I see him around every corner with that damned camera around Jess. The bleachers, the games, practices, the hallways! He might give us a few photos for free, but he has more. I know he does….”

Jessica watched as her friend faced the contradictory logic in her head, clutching and waving a hand through her long dark strands. Tiffany then shook her head coldly and rubbed her head, “I’m the one needing a shower. I can’t believe I fucking asked Kevin of all people about your behavior because of you, Jess!”

The cheerleader captain shrunk her naked body more into itself against the locker door. The illusion of Tiffany’s legs growing longer as she grew taller over her blonde head, her emerald eyes widening, “And all he did was tease me on and on about some fucking nonsense about having long-ass friendships. Like you, Jessie! He kept bringing up how long we’ve known each other and saying how great it must be to be friends still. I mean, really, what kind of cryptic bullshit mind game was he….”

Jessica Myers’ giggle erupted into a delighted laugh. Her hand hovered in front of her broad smile as she pointed out her friend’s ignorance. Jessica Edwards looked on helplessly as she remained eyed by her doppelgänger and left unable to stop her from revealing what she knew,

“Oh, come on, Tiff, it’s right in front of you! Hello! It’s so obvious! I mean, really, think about it, I’ve known you as long as Sam’s known Jessica, right?”

Tiffany raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded as Myers held out her finger to make the same point,

“The same Sam who has a certain boy as her brother? Her twin brother?”

The raven-haired cheerleader’s eyes widened as she darted her eyes between the two Jessicas. Myers laughed again as she stated the obvious,

“You can’t know one of them that long without knowing the other, Tiff. Edwards here has known Simon that entire time! Hell! She’s probably known Simon longer!”

The genie suddenly gasped as the doppelgänger dropped her hand over her mouth for the wet mound of golden blonde hair atop her head and pulled to keep her from curling into a ball on the floor, her eyes widening,

“Now, us losing our friendship? That would never happen, Tiff! Kevin was obviously talking about the two of them! He’s friends with Simon too, isn’t he? Edwards has probably been friends with those two for years! And you never noticed?”

Friends? With Kevin? The very concept made her want to throw up. She was Simon’s friend more than he ever could be!

“Or has she just lied to you about how much of an unbalanced loser she really wants to be? I mean, just look how **** she was to hide everything from you….”

The genie looked up from her position as the platinum blonde displayed her body and the naked body in her grasp to their fellow friend and cheerleader, raising an eyebrow dismissively as she snorted and rolled her eyes,

“Seriously, Tiff, how much time have you wasted when you helped this closeted freak run the school without figuring that out? You must be really losing your edge if you didn’t see that. I mean, don’t you see? She’s probably hidden Simon from you the whole time! I bet Sam saying she had to bring him to her birthday was really a cover so that they could fuck. How have you put so much effort into her? Jesus….”

Tiffany’s eyes widened in realization as much as Jessica felt her own. The blonde cheerleader had enough of Myers trying to act like her, mess with her, so the genie attempted to push the fellow blonde off her and back away. But, unfortunately, the doppelgänger was able to keep her grip on her hair, making it feel excruciating. She struggled and attempted to slash at the clone’s exposed abdomen with her nails, a series of grunts and angry growls escaping as she dropped the two articles of clothing in her hands to focus on her escape.

Her doppelgänger only laughed in utter amusement, “Wow! You’re really upset with me telling her that, aren’t you! No wonder you’re so insecure! What else could you be hiding from the others, hm? I think a little birdie might’ve told me a thing or two!”

Jessica’s face scrunched as she felt the platinum blonde shove her back onto the floor and on her knees with the control she had over her scalp. The golden blonde cheerleader became **** to look down at the cold cement floors and her own naked flesh without the authority to look up.

The more her doppelgänger talked, the more the genie could hear that voice she tried to quell inside her head. The same one called her the same names upon knowing her life was gone forever. A realization hit the poor naked girl on the floor. If it had been anyone else that suffered this fate, would she be acting any differently? Trying to tear them down in the same way she was?

Just like her body, the blonde knew Jessica Myers was doing the same thing as the Queen of Eastlake would to a threat, to a pretender, attempting to convince her friend and lead her to the inevitable conclusion,

“Look, Tiff, I get it! I moved away, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep replacing me with this utter phony! I mean, look at her!”

The genie worriedly glanced upward as the two popular girls hovered over her, the sight of Jessica Myers flaunting, using the same mannerisms as the Queen of the School, smiling, tilting her hair off to the side, the way she gestured to her raven-haired friend with her free hand,

“I mean, I actually find it kind of sweet of you to do. After all, you got Edwards to walk like me, talk like me, hell for a while, she probably even acted like I would because that was what you wanted, right? But c’mon, look at her, you made her into something she obviously wasn’t! It’s not worth that much for you to make this stupid copy of me….”

‘No, that’s not true! You’re the clone! I’m the real one!’ Jessica’s mind cried out in protest at both of them.

“Look who’s talking, you complete-MMPH!” the genie was cut off when the clone picked one of the socks from the rest of the spare uniform and stuffed it into her mouth to gag her.

The feeling of the cotton made Jessica want to gag and release it from her mouth, but then her hands were **** behind her back and tied with the once-bright red bow that Myers quickly pulled off her skull and around her wrists.

“What’s the matter, you little Princess slut? I thought you liked getting tied up like this! Don't you enjoy this sort of thing?”

The blonde felt her breath hitch as she tried to stop herself from being restrained, but the clone had caught her off guard once again. A quick press of her fingers against Jessica's open pussy lips sending the genie's feet shuffling as she fell over again fearfully.

The raven-haired cheerleader remained silent, her eyes darting between the two blondes as she tried to process what was going on. Then Jessica Myers, now able to talk uninterrupted, spoke the words that Jessica Edwards had dreaded to hear,

“Look, Tiff. You know I’m rich like her, right? My Daddy told me all sorts of things when I texted about meeting her. She’s not who you think she is, and after what we saw, I think I have it all figured out, so let me explain!”

In another attempt to break free, her doppelgänger reacted by simply pulling her hair with a more brutal grip to keep her in place. Then continued to proceed with her narrative to the raven-haired cheerleader in front of them, “You see, from what I’ve been told, Jessica here had a lot of problems growing up! Problems that she had worked on hiding with the help of a very special friend! So special she couldn’t even function normally without him!”

Jessica attempted to struggle and plead at her friend with her eyes and shake her head.

‘It’s not true. It’s not true!’

But Tiffany remained focused on her clone’s monologue, the same mannerisms that Stephanie had taught the cheerleader used against her, Myers playfully pouting and teasing with a fake whine,

“And the poor thing…when she started to have to be mean to this friend to become popular, she couldn’t take it! She felt so guilty, unlike a normal person, she very much needed this friend to tell her what to do! The more guilty she felt, the more she wanted him to punish her! Edwards has always been fragile in the head. Her parents are always off around the world, leaving her behind. Spoiled girls are so bossy, aren’t they? Personal experience myself, of course….”

Myers rested herself against Jessica’s blonde head and shook her own dismissively,

“Then again, you’ve told me how good she was at following through on requests. It’s not a coincidence. She’s always felt better-having people boss her around, telling her what to do, taking the pressure off her, and being a good little doll. But, I mean, who could she share that with openly? Her friends? People like you, Tiff? It would be so scandalous…especially with people finding out she was doing that with someone like Simon, of all people. I mean, the Edwards Heiress allowing herself to be treated as property and beg for an awkward boy like him to do such shameful things to her? What would everyone think of her after that if they found out?”

Her Icy Blue eyes bore into the wide Emerald eyes glaring from the ground, “She’s been hiding how much of a freak she really is, Tiff! I mean, come on, how many boys has she gone out with because you told her to, but never lasted? Huh? It was all a show! And where would she always go after that?”

Tiffany’s eyes widened as she soon glared down at the blonde bound on the ground. The genie was left ****, and her heart racing as her friend’s voice softly revealed her own thoughts aloud,

“…you always went to Sam’s house after a break-up….”

Jessica felt goosebumps on her naked skin as she froze up. That was true. She had gone to the Harris house after every break-up. There was no avoiding that, the genie thought as her face paled. Myers continued her verbal onslaught,

“It’s not just Sam’s house, Tiff. Are you sure she really went there to see Sam?” the platinum blonde smirked, “Simon lives in that house, too.”

Jessica couldn’t respond, she continued to struggle, but her eyes watched as Tiffany’s brain began to register her clone’s words and run with it. The narrative set, the false story planted with enough kernels of truth that the long-legged young woman felt her face twist. A look of pure disgust formed on the raven-haired cheerleader’s face as she began to believe what she heard, still processing aloud what she was now beginning to think,

“You…you mean you would break up and all those times…you would go see Simon? After Brad? Harry? Dominic? Mark? Connor? All of them, for him? Why? Why would you, how could….”

The Head Cheerleader lowered her face and whimpered as she could not answer. As much as the idea of running to see Master and telling him about having to escape another relationship was an appealing narrative, it just wasn’t true. However, Jessica saw the wish in wanting that to be true even in her case.

But that wasn’t the truth.

The truth was that she had always gone to see Sam, always to go out and complain about another dumb guy. Her face contorted in her own realization. If Simon was in the house, he probably overheard her complaining to his sister about all the guys that tried one move or another. The pain, knowing now that even then he knew, made the genie’s eyes sting and face filled with shame. Hurting Master was the worst feeling in the world.

For Tiffany, who didn’t know the source of that emotion, it looked as if the genie’s face was a total admission of her guilt.

“Why didn’t you….”

Myers interrupted their dark-haired friend again with a scoff and twirled her wrist, “Because she’s a total freak, Tiff! I told you that! She’s not cut out for being the popular girl like you want! It’s too much pressure for her to think about! So she’ll break up with the boyfriends you wanted her to get with and run straight to suck Simon’s dick and beg him to punish her! I mean just look at this. It’s her birthday present of all things!”

Jessica let out a cry as her copycat pulled her finger tightly around the golden choker around her neck and pulled her closer to display it to her friend, “She’s been wearing a collar like a fucking pet! It might as well have Simon’s name on it. This girl isn’t well, Tiff! She has real problems! I mean, what kind of leader wants to be a fucking ****? How weird is that? Do you think she’s even let him walk her outside like this at night?”

This wasn’t fair, the genie thought. She didn’t have a say in any of this, and that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was hearing the voice in her head gaining its own agency and coming to life through the transformed body of her ex-boyfriend.

“Stay away from her Jess.”

Master’s words proved prophetic and made her clench her eyes shut as her body trembled. She wasn’t being targeted or bullied by anyone this time. This was who she was, the person she became without him. Now it was directed right back at her.

“Honestly, Edwards, the fact you’ve gone this long being on top without people figuring out how big of a loser you are is rather impressive! Seriously….”

The genie flinched as her human replica smacked her in the face, stinging her cheek as it turned red, “I know it seems wrong for me to slap your friend, Tiff, but do you know what she actually likes doing to herself? I mean, look at her….”

Jessica looked up at her friend again, her eyes wide as she attempted to plead non-verbally with her to see reason. To see how messed up the situation they were in right now. Her friend gagged by a clone of herself, sitting on her knees naked in school’s locker room. However, Tiffany only frowned and glared down at her as the same sense of disgust grew.

“Look how easy it is for her to be on her knees like that. She’s probably trained herself to sit like that so that she can have his attention! She probably begs for it like a little puppy! Don’t you, Jessica?”

Defiantly the Head Cheerleader attempted to fight back, which only goaded Jessica Myers on even further. The platinum blonde petted her on the head with a demeaning series of full palm taps that made her eyes shut.

The platinum blonde **** her to bend over, “Here! Watch this, Tiff.”

The golden blonde squealed as she suddenly found herself being spanked in front of one of her best friends by her clone.

“Look at how used to it she is!”

The genie protested and tried to jump at the doppelgänger who sat her down and noticed the blush forming on her face and chest. She shrank down on her knees again.

“Jane and I,” Tiffany announced to the doppelgänger she had believed to be her childhood friend and her best friend.

She pointed to the genie directly,

“Jess ambushed us from the girl’s stall…Simon was with her in there! That means according to you that….”

The blonde’s emerald eyes continued to plead to her raven-haired friend without answer or avail. The leggy-cheerleader’s face twisted in disgust,

“You…you really are an ungrateful whore, Jessica! That’s sick! I mean, you’ve been doing all of this…what you did to Brad, the football team, our season…so that you can fuck that dork in the open!”

The sudden reappearance of the young woman’s earlier insult made the genie tremble as she tried to hold back the twisting pain in her chest and shut her eyes tightly. Jessica just wanted this to end finally, let it be a bad dream, that it wasn’t really happening to her.

“You’ve ruined everything….”

A sudden snap of someone’s fingers made her open her eyes and excitedly hope for the feeling of clothing appearing on her out of nowhere with the familiar feel of her Master’s hands. Instead, unfortunately, she was greeted by the same bubbly smile of her doppelgänger having an idea,

“Oh my gosh! I think I know what we should do, Tiff! Here!”

Myers opened her purse next to the open locker door and pulled an object out from it. Upon seeing what it was, the genie began to panic and tried to skid herself with her legs across the room and spin around to stand up.

However, she wasn’t quick enough as her clone pulled her back by the ankle and pulled at her choker again until the cheerleader was struggling on the wooden bench to hurry away. Then she felt something cold clasp the golden surface around her neck.

Click.

Jessica Edwards stopped herself cold and froze her body in place. Her eyes then followed as Myers appeared with a thin, pink dog leash wrapped around her fingers, leading right to her neck. No longer caring about covering herself, the naked genie clenched her hands down on the bench and shut her eyes again, unable to speak or even scream out even as she muffled out a cry.

“Here, Tiff, you always told me your squad wanted a pet, didn’t it?”

Now she wanted to cry, more than she ever wanted to. Jessica wanted to start doing the one thing she wasn’t allowed to do. It wasn’t fair! She whimpered, whined, trying to plead with her friend to see some sense in what was going on, what she was doing.

“Tiffany, please…please don’t do this…please….”

Reluctantly, the raven-haired cheerleader took the leash from the platinum blonde. Her face looked down into her abused friend’s emerald eyes. Jessica dropped off the bench and onto her knees one last time in response to seeing that conflict. She begged her friend to stop this before it was too late for her.

This was her friend. She was someone she had trusted, and even in her anger, Jessica hoped Tiffany would snap out of this moment. The bet was still on, the genie believed. This trial was not over, but this was her friend even then. Jessica needed her to stop. To show she was better than this, prove that she was worth saving, that this wasn’t just all lies, that their friendship meant something, even in their feuding state.

Tiffany’s face hardened into a scowl, and without a word, she tugged on the leash roughly. Jessica felt her face fall forward onto the cold concrete roughly as her eyes closed.

“Untie her arms, Jessie.”

Jessica Myers smirked and teasingly pulled the makeshift restraint from the young genie’s arms. The raven-haired cheerleader tugged the leash again so that her Captain could stand on her feet in the nude, still wet and shivering slightly from the cold that hardened her nipples. Her fingers moved, pulling the gag sock out of her mouth and coughing up moisture until her face and neck turned red. Her voice was raspy, and the way Myers had stuffed it inside her mouth had made it difficult to talk or speak.

“T-Tiff….”

The leggy teen held up her arm and then told her to stop talking with her hand, “No, Jess. I’m done with this, with you. You aren’t going to get away with this! So here’s what’s going to happen now. Jessie will be joining the squad today, and because of yesterday, you’re going to tell the girls how you ruined our season and apologize for it. And I don’t care how you’re going to do it, but you’re going out there!”

Jessica trembled as her eyes stung. She panicked and pointed weakly to her locker and whimpered as her voice remained lost,

“B-But…clothes….”

Tiffany smirked and tugged at the leash again, pulling her forward, Jessica Myers pulling her onto her feet, “Clothes are for humans, freak. We’re just treating you how Simon treats you, aren’t we? This is how he’s supposed to treat a little **** slut like you.”

At that, the genie shook her head vehemently opposed to that statement. Her Master would never do such a horrible thing to her. He loved her. Simon had always loved her, and he would never mistreat her like this! If he caught them doing this to her, he would be so angry….

Tiffany’s voice snapped her attention again,

“Look, Jess. Here’s the deal. You’re going to go out there and tell everyone what’s happened. You’re going to tell them how you started this on your birthday, and you’re going to do it like this unless you put that uniform on, right now.”

The genie choked up again as she slowly picked the red shorts up off the bench and attempted to put one leg through, then slowly moved to place another into the next leg. She lost her balance as her ankle slipped and other legs kicked away from the shorts, making the naked girl stumble back onto the concrete floor beneath her ass again.

She tried again, whimpering and begging her body to at least let her get something on. This time her body got up and moved toward a locker like a homing beacon. The same reaction her body had when it suddenly walked from the open dresser to her bedroom and back to the bathroom to put her pajamas back on at her house. Her body was going directly for her clothes in her bag, and she flung the door open to find them inside.

The door slammed shut and padlocked in front of her eyes, Jessica Myers’ bubbly smile serving as a further taunt as the platinum blonde blocked off the access to her bag. Tiffany grew further exasperated by her fellow cheerleader’s antics,

“Quit fooling around, Jessica! Do you actually want me to drag you out in front of the squad like this?”

The teenage genie shook her head profusely as the fear of being dragged out naked in front of her squad overrode her previous defiance. She flinched as her friend growled at her,

“Then put the damn uniform on, already! Stop with the games!”

Myers crossed her arms and giggled, “Yeah, you tell her, Tiff! But we should really hurry up, or we’ll be late. I say just drag her out there if she can’t get it again! She’s probably already looking forward to exposing herself as a weirdo!”

The raven-haired cheerleader scowled and picked the grey shirt up off the ground and tossed it at her once-Queen of a friend as she held the leash firmly in her hand.

“Last chance, Jess. Don’t make me do it.”

Jessica felt her heartbeat going crazy from the stress. Her eyes fought like hell to keep herself from letting a tear escape as she became frantic. Slowly she raised her arms above her head and moved to get the shirt ready between both arms.

“Please body, please, we have to do this, we have to do this for Master! Just this once…please!”

She dropped the shirt on top of her head and pulled it halfway through along with her right arm, the grey fabric almost entirely atop her shoulders as it touched her breasts. Upon rubbing against her nipples, her body reacted almost instantly. Her free arm ripped the shirt off and threw it back in Tiffany’s face as her legs tried to run away as fast as she could, even attempting to teleport away if she could.

But Jessica Myers tripped her up again, cruelly making the genie suffer as her Master had suffered the same fate against her once again. The blonde bombshell fell forward naked onto the hard surface of the cement floor. The other blonde laughed at the cheerleader’s predicament as she pulled herself off the ground and tried to crawl away on all fours.

Anything to keep her from going out onto the gym floor like this. Anything but this nightmare! She suddenly gasped for air as she was pulled back angrily by the leash latched to her golden choker. A cough escaped her lips as she attempted to breathe.

“Fine! Enough of this!” Tiffany spat out and glared at her naked friend on the ground staring up at her, a flush in her cheeks, but noticeably apathetic to her plight,

“Jessie, go get Jane and Nina and let’s go get this over with!”

No way out….