Spice up Bella's outfit and take her out onto the stage...

“The stage is set ‘Bella’ and I’m here to…” you begin but she interrupts you, her cold eyes flashing with anger.

“I’m no idiot! Something is wrong today; that thing with Jake in the hall, then Stacey in class and Candy… well, she was always a slut but whatever that was in gym class was not like her. I know you’re behind it all somehow!”

“Shut up. Just sit there and remain silent.” You command in a quiet tone.

Her eyes bulge in surprise as her mouth snaps closed with an audible clicking of teeth and you smile at her.

“You might enjoy acting like you own this school and everyone in it but I think it’s time you learned otherwise.” You tell her closing the dressing-room door. “That costume does look good on you but I think it’s a bit too old fashioned, lets contemporize it.”

With that, the blue dress and apron change. The hemline and petticoats shorten until they reveal a generous amount of her smooth pale thighs and the stockings become white knee-socks accentuating her long silky legs. Best of all, the conservative neckline on the dress plunges low, showing so much of her C-cup tits that her nipples threaten to slip out at the slightest movement. The plain black shoes morph into 4-inch heels and as a final touch you vaporize her panties and Bella’s eyes widen at this freakish display of your power.

“That’s better.” You say smugly eyeing her up and down. She looked more like a stripper than a prissy high school bitch now. “Time to get out there, we don’t want to keep the cast waiting. Be sure to do as you’re told and no arguing.”

Belinda’s face is glowing a deep shade of red as she stands unsteadily and makes for the door. You follow closely smiling in satisfaction as the petticoats ripple flashing you a glimpse of her bare ass.

The theatre quickly falls silent as she totters out onto the stage in her new costume, the eyes of every boy in the room widening as the Ice Queen of the school takes her place for what appears to be the scene of Mad Hatters tea party.

“Bella!! What… What…” Mr Gooley stammers rushing up to the edge of the stage waving his hands in distress.

“It’s alright Mr Gooley.” You tell him reassuringly “Belinda here was telling me about how she wants to… reinterpret the story of Alice in Wonderland. That’s right isn’t it, Bella?”

“That’s right.” Bella agrees woodenly, her face is a mask of shame but she is powerless to disagree with you.

“Oh…” Mr Gooley’s face is turning a shade pink too as his alarm fades beneath your mental caress, “Well I guess we could spice it up a bit…”

“I think we can spice it up a lot!” you tell him enthusiastically, snatching an oversized costume hat off of the prop table and placing it on your own head at a jaunty angle. “I’ve even got a few ideas to get you started…”