Very Poorly Of Course

Sara's walk into school felt slightly odd. The light breeze felt cool between her bare legs, especially around her pantie-less crotch. She was already fuming at Mike for making her wear the outfit that she was, let alone the fact that she wasn't allowed to wear any panties. Her mind drifted back to the previous night, when she willing disposed of all of her underwear with a smile on her face! Why had she done that? She had to get to the bottom of the power that Mike held over her. She could have easily hidden at home and hoped for the problem to go away, but there was no way that she was letting Mike think that she had been beaten!

Entering school, Sara pulled her skirt down as far it would go, determined to not give anybody any more of a show then what she was already. Sara felt a hypocrite, she had often decried other girls who would make such a massive effort with their hair and make-up for school. Girls who dressed all feminine with often a target of her ridicule, Sara never understood the appeal and she made sure others knew that. Now, here she was, clad in fur, a full face of make-up and pink plaid skirt that literally screamed girly girl! She gulped as she took her first steps down the corridor.

Looking up as she walked, she saw many people were whispering and snickering. She saw the odd finger pointing in her direction. She felt a deep shame, that seemed oddly disproportionate in comparison to the situation she found herself in. Blushing, the last thing she wanted to do was try to explain to someone why she was dressed in the manor she was. She just needed to find Mike. but she knew just wear to find him.

Continuing down the hallway, she found herself smiling at those who were staring at her. She was beaming! It didn't matter how shameful or how much she was hating the situation, she was still giving of the impression that she was as happy as could be.
"What the...? Whats wrong with me?" Sara couldn't help but question her own sanity, surely Mike did not have this power over her. Was she crazy. Rounding the last corner towards her locker, she caught a glimpse of Mike, but before she had chance to confront him, she was intercepted.

Mike, stood by Sara's locker, was attentively waiting for the girl. He had pictured what she would look like all morning, excited to see his creation come to life. Clutching the Rulebook in his left hand and leaning against Sara's locker with his right, he was starting to grow twitchy. He sighed, looking up at the clock.
"Any second now," he muttered. And then, there she was.

She looked stunning. Her brunette locks fell onto her shoulders, but Mike was instantly drawn to her face, her green eyes made the all more appealing by her extended lashes. A vibrant pink lipstick, almost daring him to kiss her there and then - but that time would come later. Her neck was hugged tight by ribbed black turtleneck that almost looked sprayed on. Catching a glimpse of her breasts, pushed high up, causing her gilet to arch over them. She pulled the fur off amazingly, she looked warm and fuzzy, Mike knew it would be hard to not hold her. And finally, her short plaid skirt just teasing the bounty that lay between her legs, exposed.

Mike grinned as she headed in his direction, his eyes locking onto hers. And that's when her best friend Jane pulled her aside, with a look of pure shock on her face.

"Sara, what are you wearing?" Jane was beyond confused.
"Oh, this is just my new look. Do you like it?"
Jane glared at her. The pair had always singled out those girls who tried so hard to flaunt their femininity, and here was her best friend, doing exactly that.
"Is this a wind up?" Jane pulled a face. She herself was wearing just a plain t-shirt and unisex jeans, the kind of look Mike believed to be plain. "What is this?" Jane reached out and tugged out the fur over Sara's torso, Sara took offense at this.
"Don't pull on my gilet!" Sara sounded very defensive as she pushed her friends hands away before straightening her gilet.
"Gilet? Who do you think you are?" Jane pulled her hands back shocked at her friends actions. "Why are you doing this Sara, this isn't you!"
"Doing what Jane? I happen to really like my outfit. I think I look very attractive in it!" Sara proudly stated.

Internally, Sara was at odds. She hated the way she looked. Her shame was through the roof. But she just stood there, defending her look to the one person in the whole school who knew her the best. Surely her friend could work out something was wrong and help her.
"Sara... I don't believe you," Jane scoffed, "Tell me this isn't really happening!"
"Whats the big deal Jane?"
"You can't just change your style like this, so drastically! Its like you're changing who you are!"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes Sara! You're my best friend, you'd never do something like this." Jane seemed genuinely upset. As much as Sara could understand her friends point, she couldn't understand her overreaction. It was only clothes! And thats when Sara found herself saying something she would never have dreamed off to her best friend...

Unbeknownst to Sara, Mike was adding fuel to the fire. Watching the confrontation for afar, his devious side had once again kicked in. Resting the Rulebook against his victims locker, he wrote:

New Rule: Jane hates change! Any change made my a close friend is seen as being a betrayal of their friendship.

New Rule: Jane is extremely judgmental towards girls who dress femininely. She struggles to fathom why a girl would want to draw all that attention.

"These rules ought to make this cat fight more entertaining!" he chuckled. He watched as Sara pushed Jane's hands away, as Sara became enraged at her friend and staunchly defended her outfit, despite Mike knowing how she really felt. His cock twitched, so he crossed his legs over to ensure any passers by would not notice the rise in his pants. Finally, he witnessed the moment that Jane turned away, tears in her eyes, with Sara mercilessly unleashing a tirade on what Mike could only assume was her former friend!

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"Jane, you're just jealous that I've decided that I'm better than wearing boring, plain outfits. I'm better than pretending that girls who try are the fools, when in fact its the other way around. I'm not sorry for caring what I look like, unlike you Jane. Do you know what, you're just jealous. In fact, your beneath me. Don't you dare bring me down when I feel great wearing something great! Just, just leave me alone from now on!" Sara's tirade left her friend speechless and in tears. She didn't mean a word she said. It was like another power had taken over her. She certainly didn't feel great, and definitely didn't believe her outfit was! Alas, the damage was done and Jane, teary eyed left her friend where she was standing.

The Rulebooks power had not only changed her on the outside, it was causing her to act like somebody different. Yet, this wasn't her. She wanted to chase after her friend and apologize, yet, a part of her was actually annoyed at Jane. Her reaction was overblown, and she had hoped that of all people, Jane would have been supportive of her choices. Perhaps that had shown her friends true colors.

Well of course it hadn't, but Sara was not to know this. It was now time for the girl to challenge Mike.