Lucy, try something 'weird' on little miss perfect

You turn your attention to Lucy. The auburn haired girl has always been attractive; gorgeous green eyes, button nose, a supermodel body with long legs and a tight pert chest. She’s sporty, intelligent and successful… you grew up thinking life was fair; that if someone was attractive they must not be very smart, while those without the good looks got the brains… but Lucy proved life wasn’t fair. She had it all, the body, the smarts, the money… she was little miss perfect...

It wasn’t fair.

You remember her belittling you for failing at a test, she seemed to hold herself above everyone else, so aloof and proud of her blessed existence… You decide it’s time to even things out… and try something weird…

“Lucy” You start and the girl’s eyes find yours, giving you a challenging look as she bites her cheek and crosses her arms defensively. She’s wearing skinny jeans and a stylish black sweater that hangs off of one shoulder and accentuates her great chest; her auburn hair is up in a tight ponytail and she’s adorned in expensive jewellery. She wears a pair of stylish black ankle boots on her feet and you can just make out the flash of purple from her socks.

“What? You’re going to strip me like Stella?” She says defiantly and you just shake your head with a smile. The other lined up girls are watching on in a combination of nervous relief and curiosity, knowing they’re not going to be your next ‘victim’.

“No, no!” You say with false positivity, “Actually, you only need to make a very small change”

“And what’s that?” You can tell she’s trying to challenge you, but it’s not working.

“Your shoes” You say matter-of-factly, causing the auburn beauty to glance down at her feet. She turns her left foot back and forth to look at her boot and glances back up at you in confusion.

“My shoes?”

“Uh huh, you’re wearing them wrong… from now on I want you to wear your socks and shoes on your hands and go barefoot instead”

You hear her breathing catch in her throat and she gasps, staring at you with raised eyebrows, totally lost, mouth open.

“But-“

“But what?” You snap with a raised eyebrow, challenging her to defy you like Stella tried. She stops herself, blushing, her mouth flapping silently in obvious confusion and growing embarrassment.

You let the thought work itself through her mind, just looking at her expectantly, dragging out the awkward silence for as long as you can before Lucy finally squeals in defeat and starts slipping her feet out of her little black shoes.

You can see her discomfort and worry, and can understand it, you’re going to be severely restricting what she can do from now on and you just created a whole load of difficulties for her… It’s going to be amusing to you, you know, and her difficulty is your entertainment.

She uses her toes to slip out of her socks too, standing barefoot in the hallway she lets out a little gasp at the touch of the cool hallway tile on her exposed feet. She glances nervously at the other girls and then at you, you just give her another expectant look to continue, which she reluctantly does.

Pulling her cute purple socks over both of her hands like gloves, you can see her eyes wide in horror as she experimentally tries to do anything with her fingers, now hidden behind the layer of cloth wrapping them, making them useless… you smile as her expression slowly changes into one of shameful realisation as she reaches down and places her hands into her shoes and then lifts them up, her boots adorning her hands now like her arms just ended in another pair of feet.

You smile as you watch her awkwardly shuffling from bare foot to bare foot, toes curling against the cold floor.

“… This is messed up…” she says with a soft gasp to herself and you have to suppress a laugh.

“I don’t want to see your hands ever again” You say simply, which gets another sound of horror from the girl but you hold up a hand silencing her protest with another look.

It’s clear she’s panicking about not being able to write in class, having to walk around barefoot or do anything with shoes on her hands, but you’re interested to watch her try…

“I’m sure you’ll work something out” you say dismissively, waving away her unsaid protest.

You can see her cheeks burning bright red as you give her a smile and with a wave of your hand, indicate she’s free to return to class. She just stands there staring at her ‘hands’ pathetically, in abject horror as she experimentally waves them around before she turns and steps off towards class, giving you a scowling look the entire way.