Don't Count Chickens Before They Hatch (Lucy's POV # 2)

"Really!?!" I asked in disbelief. I propped up in my seat from excitement. Michael was still looking down at me while leaning on my desk.

"Yup. Go ahead and take them off." he said calmly.

With a huge smile on my face, I secured one of my shoe-hands between my legs and began to pull it off. I wondered why Michael was letting me out of this ridiculous get up. I doubted that he found sympathy for me. Maybe the principal told him he couldn't make uniforms that prevented note taking. Whatever the reason, I was just happy to take these damn shoes off my hands.

After the first hand slipped free from its sneaker I went to remove the other. Too excited to get my shoes off, I grasped the second shoe with my sock still around my hand. I appreciated being able to actually bend my fingers while pulling it off. Then I removed the socks and sighed in relief as my hands finally felt the open air.

"Thank You Michael! I'm glad you finally came to your senses." I said as I rolled up a sock and bent down towards my feet. I started to slide it over my toes when Michael interrupted.

"I don't remember saying you could wear shoes and socks on your feet."

I froze in place for a moment before sitting back up with a mildly less enthused expression.

"Oh um.. thats fine I guess." I stammered through the sentence not trying to sound disappointed.

He just couldn't let me dress normally could he? I guess having my hands back was more important though, even if I still had to trot around barefooted.

Michael took his hands off my desk and stood up straight. He did not turn away from me as he spoke.

"I'm not sure why you took your socks off either. Mr. Benton, did you hear me say Lucy could take her socks off?"

Mr. Benton seemed caught off guard not expecting to be part of this. He cleared his throat to speak.

"No, I didn't. Lucy, please put your socks back on your hands or I will have to write you up."

The smile on my face withered down to a neutral expression. My victory seemed to be shrinking with every passing second. There was still a bright side. Only having to wear my socks would at least let me bend my fingers, maybe give me enough grip to take notes. I hesitated, trying to enjoy what little time my hands had to be free.

Michael didn't seem eager to speed things along. He stepped back and sat atop Mr. Benton's desk. Lifting his knee to his chest, he rested his foot on the edge of his desk and started to untie his shoe.

"That is not the only adjustment I am making to your uniform."

He slipped his foot free and tossed the shoe to the floor and then began to untie the other.

"Yes, you now only have to wear socks on your hands. However, I am adding new requirement. The only socks you can wear are my used gym socks."

Michael had finished removing both of his socks by the time he finished his sentence. He stood up from the desk and held out the pair to me.

In less than five minutes my face had transformed from enthusiastic to utter disgust. Deciding that this fate was much worse than having my sneakers return to my feet, I dropped the grateful act all together.

"Thats Fucking Gross! Get your nasty-ass socks out of my face!" I snapped back at him.

My eyes darted from the foul smelling socks presented to me when I heard Mr. Benton's voice.

"Lucy you can't talk back to the FUI. Now, if you could please follow Michael's directions so we can finally get back to class." He was growing frustrated with how long this was taking.

I gulped before taking the socks from Michael's hand. Widening the opening of one sock, a strong stench of old sweat shot right into my nose. A baby barf made its way up my stomach and into my mouth. It took everything I had to swallow it back down.

Closing my eyes, I pushed my hand forward and rolled the sock down my wrist. It felt warm and damp. After put the other sock on I stretched my arms out and turned my head away.

"These smell so fucking bad." I whined in pure disgust.

I was not the only one affected by the powerful order radiating from the socks. The kids in my immediate area covered their noses with their shirts. The girl to my right even shifted her desk a few inches away from me.

"Listen up Lucy. I will now be using my authority as Female Behavior Modifier. Every ten minutes, you are to press my socks against your face and take a deep sniff. Each sniff should last at least five seconds. Do you understand?"

I stopped resisting when I realized that no matter how bad things were he could make them worse. Meekly nodding my head, I moved my hands to my face and pushed them into my nose. Preparing to resist the urge to vomit, I took a deep breadth through my nose. With my eyes closed, it felt like I was in the boys' locker room.

I coughed profusely when I finally removed the putrid socks from my nose. I saw that Michael was now back over at the desk. He was bent over and writing in a black book.

"Now Lucy, I will be providing you with a supply of socks for your uniform. After each day you will wash the socks you wore and return them to me in homeroom. Should you run out, you are to go through your family's dirty laundry and wear the socks you find smell the worst."

Emotionally drained from my humiliation, I sat silent with my smelly hands hanging over the edge of my desk. I hoped that would be the end of it but, of course, I was wrong again.

"I am deeming you fit to take place in the school's experimental program. So your dress code now extends beyond schools hours. The only time you may remove the socks will be when showering."

My eyes bulged out of my head. Who does this kid think he is? He may be the boss in school but he can't tell me what to wear on my own time! I looked to Mr. Benton hoping he would put Michael in his place.

"Now Michael." my teacher raised his voice in a stern tone.

Yes! Someone is finally taking a stand to this power-happy perv.

"You very well know that your authority ends at scho-... I mean... I hope you are paying attention Lucy."

I lowered my head in disappointment. For a moment I thought someone was finally going to shelter me from Michael's sick game. How could I have forgotten that:

New Rule: The school's Female Uniform Inspector is conducting a school-approved experiment on the effects of wearing uniforms off campus. He may select up to five female students to partake in the experiment. Selected students must be ready to send the FUI a picture of their uniforms at any given moment.

Well I guess that my social life has officially ended. Who is going to hang out with me while I constantly smell like this creep's foot-cheese. I looked up at the clock and grimaced at the fact that I'll be sniffing his socks again in less than seven minutes. Then I looked back at the all powerful FUI who was focused on his book. He finished whatever he was writing with an exaggerated motion of dotting a period. Then looked back at me.

"Oh and I am assigning you some behavior homework."

Great, just my luck. Not only did he just rope me into his stupid experiment but now he's giving me tasks to do when I get home. How much power is the administration going to give this kid? I almost didn't believe it when I heard:

New Rule: The Female Behavior Modifier may assign homework to students. "Behavior Homework" consists of performing a task specified by the FBM when the student(s) returns home from school. They must film the completion of their task in its entirety to serve as proof. The FBM may also require students to complete an academic assignment related to their task. Students are to present the video(s) and any academic work to the FBM the next day.

"You're going to spend a half hour sniffing each of your parents' feet. Let's say about fifteen minutes per foot. Now I want you really burry your face in the bottom of their feet and toes. Oh, and make sure to tell them it has to be before they shower."

I sat there horrified as he went on and on. I looked around the class and saw that everyone was grinning at me. It was clear the only reason no one was laughing was due to fear of gaining Michael's attention and becoming his next victim. My head snapped back towards the front of the room when I heard my name.

"Lucy. Did you hear what I just said?"

I shook my head ever so slightly. My eyes started to water but I didn't cry out right. My face could only be described as one begging for mercy.

My tears were quickly soaked up by the socks I pushed against my face. Ten minutes had past and it was time for my next sniff. Once more the smell of his sweaty feat raided my nostrils.

Michael just sighed and spoke up.

"I said after you finish sniffing one of your parent's feet you are to write a paragraph on what it smelt like and how they felt on your face."

When I took my hands off my face I began to think about how I would explain this humiliating homework to my parents. But then I started to dread how eager they would be to shove their feet up my nose. Everyone knows that:

New Rule: Every member in a student's household is delighted to participate in "Behavior Homework" when called upon.

He slid his bare feet into his sneakers and began to head to the door. Mr. Benton had sat down fifteen minutes ago as he considered the period lost. Before leaving Michael turned back to look at me one last time.

He chuckled and said "Thats your behavior homework for the next two weeks. I can't wait to see your work in Tits McGee's class tomorrow!"

The bell rung just as he walked out of sight. I threw my shoes in my bag and got up from my seat. Everyone made sure to keep their distance from me as we exited the classroom. The slapping noise from my feet hitting the floor was more noticeable due to the absence of chattering students in my area.

I saw Stella walking in the opposite direction of me. Well, more like waddling while she kept her legs shoulder width apart. Her pink pussy was out in the open for everyone to see. Her perky tits jiggled a little with each step. Feeling more empathy for her level of embarrassment, I waved at her with my gym-sock covered hand.

"Hey Stella!" I called out looking for a friend.

She responded by pinching her nose and laughing at me.

"HAHAHA- Please look at my tits! Damn sock girl! You wreak!" mocking me as she waddled away.

Had I really fallen so low that even the school nudist is making fun of me? Yesterday, I couldn't wait to get home and out of my shoe's. Today, I was wished I didn't have to go home.