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Chapter 4 by Ghostwriter4 Ghostwriter4

Where does the job go wrong?

Mistaken for a student

After the noise died down in the hallway, Kate felt adventurous and started to wander through the School. The School's interior was not to Kate's liking. Plain white brick-like walls, ugly dirty grey tiled floors, but that was just in the hallway where Kate was. She needed to refresh. She found and entered the girls restroom and straightened her expensive business jacket and skirt ensemble that might've costed more than this School. As Kate came out of the restroom, she walked into a woman. "Woah there young lady, do you have a hall pass?" Kate was confused. "No, I'm here to-" The older woman looked closer at Kate. "What is on your face? Come with me." The old woman grabbed Kate by the shoulder, and lead her back into the restroom. "I want all that off your face, missy." The old woman barked. Kate tries to explain. "Listen, I'm her for a job and Ms. Townsend is probably waiting for me." Kate feels better about her situation now. The woman shakes her head. "Nice story, but the only job you need to do is get that makeup off!"

Scared and embarrassed, Kate washes her face of all her expensive makeup that is worth more than the old bitches salary. Unknown to Kate, the old woman has pulled her jeweled hair clips out, allowing her hair to cascade down past her shoulders. "There, now for these ridiculous clothes." Before Kate could react, this perverted old bitch took Kate's jacket off showing a white blouse with frills alongside the buttons. The blouse stayed on account that it "looked adorable." As the old woman commented. The shoes left Kate's feet, taking away a considerable amount of height. The most embarrassing thing then happened. The old hag pulled Kate's skirt down, tugging her panties off with it. Kate was mortified. She was scolded by this idiots words. Kate didn’t want to even look at the woman's stupid face. "I'll be back with suitable clothes for a little girl like yourself. She left.

Kate stood frozen tears streaming down her fresh pure face. She tried not to look at herself in the mirror, but when she did, it scared her worse than any nightmare. A little girl stared right back.

What kind of clothes does the old woman bring back?

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