Sadie's lab goes really badly

The bus ride is fine, though far from ideal. It feels like a full half of the passengers are starting at me with reactions ranging from arousal and intrigue to disapproval and disgust. It’s thankfully nearly empty so I have a seat to myself. Part of that is simply keeping in my role. Keeping my face in it’s natural new smile, bopping my head, looking down and away from men, smiling at the women. Per Sarah’s estimation, I intimidate the women and don’t encourage the men to approach me.

When we get to campus, it’s much the same although there are fare fewer disapproving or disgusting looks. Most of these are just pure arousal. For the first couple weeks that really freaked me out. Seeing all my fellow male students turn their eyes toward me and knowing damned well that they’re getting hard just thinking of me. And are they just thinking of me? Not if the looks on their faces are telling the truth. No, they’re imagining me sucking them off or them fucking me. I don’t think I smiled at all on those first couple trips to campus. But again, Sarah being in the driver’s seat helps and it’s paying dividends now. Flirting with Marley, a man who’s bigger, more intimidating, and far more hands on than any of these students, has given me the confidence and self-righteous armor to wear. In other words, I can smile and giggle and wink and flirt. I might not be acting anything like Nick, but I’m certainly within Sadie’s wheelhouse and I’m personifying Princess BabyDoll.

When I get to class, I flash my student ID and walk in. That was something they started a few weeks back and almost completely derailed the whole plan. One of Sarah’s friends was really good at making fake IDs. It wasn’t expensive as all I needed was the ability to flash it to the security officer outside of the lab. If I needed it to be scannable, that would be a different matter entirely.

Inside the class I see that Todd has laid out all our mid term lab grades. Finding mine, I pick it up and just stuff it in my backpack. It won’t hold up for the rest of the semester, but at least having Todd fawn over me was worth something as he more or less did my first few assignments by himself. Even if I completely screwed the pooch the last two weeks, I’d still be passing with flying colors.

The lab goes fine. Professor Green explained this procedure clearly and everybody wraps up fairly early. By the time I’ve finished my notes and cleaned up my station I see that I’m one of the last students leaving. Todd seems completely engrossed in something on his computer and my smile brightens as it’s clear he’s moved on from focusing his attention on me. It’s not like I want him to make some girl in class uncomfortable with his attention, but it’s a little curious that he never left his desk. As I step out, I see that there are still some student’s mid term lab grades left on the desk but don’t give it any extra thought. Just because I care about my grades doesn’t mean everybody does.

When I make it to the bus stop, I’m one of three girls waiting. Being out early means I have a little longer to wait for the bus, so I find an interesting backdrop that will look like a college without specifically looking like THIS college and take a few selfies until I have the right expression. I add “Be sure to see me get screwed in Quaryknack tonight!” and look it over before posting it to my social media accounts.

With that done I slip my phone away and pull out my grade paper. Opening it up I feel my chest tighten up and my hands start to shake. Instead of the list of lab assignments, their associated grades, and any comments, there is only a hand written message. “I know it’s you. If you want to keep this quiet, come back to the lab. Now.”

I flip back to the first page and confirm that I’m looking at my grade sheet. Right up at the top is my name. Nicholas Oaks. I move behind the bus stop and pace back and forth, wondering what to do. Could this really be how it ends? With Todd finding out that I’m really Nick?

What finally calms me down is realizing he couldn’t do anything with that information. If he threatened to do anything, I’d just have to up the ante. If he wants to report me for fraud, I’ll report him for sexual harassment. I might get a slap on the wrist and have to embarrassingly explain why I’m dressed in women’s clothes now, but Todd would get kicked out of school and possibly prosecuted. With a final nod to myself, I put the grade sheet back in my backpack and march back into the lab.

Not too surprisingly, Todd is still there even though all the students are gone. Standing up from his seat, Todd moves to the door and closes it. “So, Sadie, I see you got my note. I’ll admit, it took me awhile to put two and two together, but when I investigated it became clear and obvious. Do you want to try and explain yourself?”

I shake my head negatively, seeing that he’s puffing up like the cock of the walk, thinking he has something major on me. Wanting to make sure he doesn’t get any satisfaction out of it, I turn my smile up to 11 and say “You’re right. I’m Nick, but I don’t have to explain myself. Why don’t you give me my grades and we’ll call this done.”

I’d hoped to see Todd be taken aback by my confidence. I’d have accepted him being angry at seeing me so ready to defend myself. What I wasn’t prepared for was his confident smile. “No, I don’t think so Sadie. You see, you’ve screwed with me. You let me play with you in front of everybody, making sure that if anybody figures out that you’re Nick, they’ll know I was playing with a dude. Not cool. On top of that, even if they never figured out what happened, you shut my advances down, making it look like you never wanted me. So, whether they know you’re Nick or not, you’ve made sure that I look like the bad guy.”

Todd moves around me and leans back against the desk, his smile just getting bigger and bigger as he goes on. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Because I’m a good guy, I’m going to help you cover your tracks. I’m going to make sure when someone looks into Sadie Blossom, like I did, they’ll find a reasonable dummy identity. That way no one will find out your little secret here on campus. And for so generously helping you out, you’re going to repair my reputation with the other students. You’re going to show them that not only do you accept me paying attention to you, you’re going to show them that you like it. That you want it.”

I can’t lie and say that I’m curious how he’d cover my tracks with a fake Sadie account at the school. But even if I accepted his help, this price sounded terrible. Willingly and even eagerly being open to his attentions? Being felt up and kissed and spanked by a guy? By a grad assistant? No thank you. I’m sure he wants me to break down, to beg, to maybe even cry, and a part of me says that’s the act to take. But below Princess BabyDoll the teasing flirty online influencer, below Sadie the sexy real-life girl, there’s Nick. Nick, the guy that doesn’t let others screw with him. And I haven’t let my Nick side out in far too long. I’m so accustomed to standing, walking, talking, and just simply ‘being’ Sadie, that I have to concentrate on this, but I make sure I stand like I used to.

I move my feet further apart, almost shoulder width apart. I stand up straight without pushing my butt or breasts out. The hardest part isn’t my physical stance, it’s my face. I’ve had this flirty smile on my painted face for over a month now. Waking up, streaming, going to class, chatting, eating, going to sleep and probably even dreaming. But for this, I turn it off. Like a cartoon power switch making the whole city go dark, I turn my smile off. My lips turn downward and I can actually feel the lipstick stretch as it hasn’t before. My eyes open a bit wider, but not in the mock surprise or laughter I often emote. This time they open wider in seriousness and borderline anger. I square my shoulders up and face Todd directly instead of the off center pose that shows off my curves and makes me look thinner. In other words, I let Princess BabyDoll and Sadie take the back seat and let me… let Nick… take over.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about my voice. It stays at that same sing song sexy feminine tone, but the words certainly aren’t that air headed bimbo joking flirting tone I’ve incorporated into my everyday vocabulary. “Todd. That’s not going to happen. First, like you said, I’m not a girl. I’m a guy and I don’t like having a guy feel me up or play with me and certainly not kiss me or make out with me.” Sadie would be conciliatory and nice and step gently around things like this, but I only play a character named Sadie. Nick isn’t nice. “I’m not gay or attracted to guys. Evidently that’s you. No? Well then let’s not act like you want it known. So, you’ll not only help me hide away, you’ll still leave me alone.”

Todd still doesn’t blink or back down. His cocky smile only gets wider. “I guess threatening to report you to the student ethics board for fraud wouldn’t deter you then? I mean if they find out that you’re coming to class as one student while taking credit for another’s work, you’ll get kicked out.”

I double down, knowing that if I give Todd an inch, he’ll take a mile. I lean back a bit, even though it’s hard to do in these heels, and cross my arms under my breasts. After shaking my hair out of my eyes I smirk and shake my head. “You’re right Todd, you can report me. But it won’t get me kicked out. I’ll just be embarrassed as I have to explain publicly why I’m dressed up like this. Everybody will know my secret. But if you make me go through that, if you pull out that nuclear option. I’ll report how you touched me inappropriately in class. More so, I’ll report how you’ve been doing that to female students all year long. I’ll get a little embarrassed and maybe get a slap on the wrist. You’ll get taken down by a sexual harassment claim.” I lean forward and point at Todd, being as aggressive as I dare. “Don’t fuck with me!”

As I relax back, I try to get ready for Todd’s response. He’ll likely be frustrated, but he’s never struck me as physically violent. But then again, we’re here alone, he feels like I’ve wronged him, and I’ve now cut out his legs for trying to expose me. Who knows how angry he’s going to be. Except when I look at him, anger isn’t even a part of what I see. He’s… he’s laughing.

Leaning back on the desk Todd grabs his phone and starts tapping at the screen while talking. “You’re right Sadie. No matter what we do here, it’s in my best interest to help you hide as Sadie and not have others figure out that you’re Nick. And you’re right, I can’t report you without opening myself to worse allegations. We can go back and forth about how the ethics board will react to either of our statements, how much any investigation will find and how much it will hurt either of us but it doesn’t matter as we both lose in that scenario. But I think we can both agree, you have a lot more to lose if this comes out. I mean, what exactly would your audience do if they’re told that Princess BabyDoll is really just a drag queen?”

When Todd turns the phone around for me to see, I’m greeted with my last post to Instygram ‘Be sure to see me get screwed in Quaryknack tonight!’. Another click of Todd’s thumb brings up my Tremble page and my latest stream where I’m flirting with the audience about my belly button ring. Another click shows the UsTube video that Louis had posted of our date, queued right up to the part where I kissed Chris. His tone cuts through me like a knife as I can’t deny any part of what he says, “I imagine that your audience would bail, and you’d lose any money you’re earning as an influencer. I don’t play that game, but I figure that’s probably thousands of dollars a month. So… still think that we have equal nuclear options?”

I hear a loud, high-pitched, whine in my ears as I feel a headache come on. It feels like my head is in a vice and at the same time I start to feel dizzy, like I’m being tipped over. Everything comes crumbling down around me. Todd can screw me and not expose himself at all. Post a single side-by-side photo of me, Nick, next to me, Sadie, and no amount of hair, makeup, lips, and smiles will hide the fact that we’re the same person. The school doesn’t even have to be involved as I’ll lose the whole reason I’m doing this in the first place. Money.

Todd’s hand gripping my arm pulls me out of my internal whirlpool even as his voice finishes crushing any hope I had, “Look Sadie, it won’t be bad. All you have to do is what you’re already doing. Be that sexy, flirty, girl with me. For me. Let others see that you like being with me, and once my reputation is fixed, I’ll let you go. It won’t be bad. Trust me… dating outside of the lab will be a lot more fun that the little kisses and touches we’ll do while in here!”