Nate's Revelation

After four days of wearing nothing but Starlings gear, Sakura was at her lowest. She had been teased mercilessly at school and at home. Her father had made several snide remarks about her change of attire. She had been suspended from playing softball when she turned up for Sparrows practice dressed in Starlings gear. She tried to explain to her coach and her teammates that she couldn't take it off, no matter how hard she tried. No matter what she did, she couldn't wear anything that wasn't Starlings colours.

Nate spied her sitting by herself in the cafeteria, looking extremely glum. His plan was working flawlessly, and he decided that now was the time to reveal the true reason behind Sakura's wardrobe change. Nate figured she was depressed and **** enough that she would do anything he said to get control of her wardrobe back, since getting back control of her wardrobe would also mean she could play softball again.

Nate moved over to sit with Sakura. "Nice outfit." He said, softly enough that only she could hear him. "If you're wondering why this is happening, it's because of me. If you don't believe me, ask Sam" he said, indicating Sam, sitting with her friends and dressed in her girly Cinderella outfit. "Don't talk about this to anyone else though, or you'll be wearing that stuff forever." Sakura gasped, her eyes apoplectic with rage, but she didn't dare say anything. Nate continued "Once you've established that I have full control over your wardrobe, you'll probably be wondering what to do? I'll tell you right now." Nate grabbed Sakura's hand, rather forcefully, pulled a pen out of his pocket and scrawled a number onto her hand. "That," Nate said, "Is my phone number; at least, for now. I want you to go into the bathrooms and take a dozen pictures of yourself butt-naked. It has to be at least a dozen, from all kinds of different angles. I want to see every inch of your naked body. Then I want you to put your Starlings uniform back on and track down every member of the Starlings team, all nine of them. I want you to film yourself making out with each of them. You're a bisexual, that shouldn't be too hard. Just stick your tongue down the throat of nine people, and film it. When you have the pictures and the videos, text them to that number. If you do it by the end of the day tomorrow, I'll give you back full control over your wardrobe. If not, there will be consequences."

Nate got up and left, leaving Sakura shellshocked by what he had asked her to do.