Dressed as a student

The spanking continued until my bottom was tender and throbbing. Finally, Yael stopped. I sagged against the blonde girl, my legs weak and shaky.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Yael said, her voice regaining a measure of control. “Now, for the final touch.”

Dorina stepped forward, holding out a neatly folded school uniform. A pristine white blouse, a plaid skirt, and knee-high socks. The uniform of the students I taught. My heart sank.

“Do I have to wear this?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Oh, yes,” Yael beamed. “Consider it a uniform change. From goth teacher to… well, you’ll see.”

The blonde girl released my arms, and I stumbled, almost falling. My body ached, my bottom throbbed, my head spun with shame and for some reason I was horny as fuck.

"But first this" Dorina pulled out some cream and spreads it through my pubic area.

They watched, their eyes gleaming. My private parts bur for a second and then with a wet towel Dorina removes all of my big girl hair.

"Noooooo!" I yelled. It took me years to grow my bush, I wasn't sure if it will ever grow back again.

Slowly they made me put the uniform on, but first a ugly yellow diaper. The blouse was too tight across my tubular breasts, the skirt a little too short for my pear-shaped hips. I felt ridiculous, a caricature of my former self. The heavy boots I usually wore were replaced with flats, the kind I used to mock my students for wearing.

“There,” Yael clapped her hands together. “Perfect. Now, you’re just another dork in high school.”

My gothic armor, my carefully constructed identity, was gone. I was just Ivanna, a chubby, pear-shaped nerd with small tits and bright orange pubic hair, wearing a school uniform that barely fit. I felt right back in high school. My pink Disney princess panties, still wet from my accident, lay discarded on the floor, a monument to my humiliation.

“What now?” I asked, my voice devoid of hope.

“Now,” Yael said, her eyes glinting mischievously, “you have a meeting with Principal Rafael.”