The Queen of the Institute

Look at me.

No, I'm serious. Take a good look at me.

You do it anyway, just like everyone else in this school. You can't help it. No one can.

I'm Valeria Montiel, and I'm the most beautiful girl to ever set foot in this high school. My silky blonde hair shines with every ray of sunshine, moving in perfect waves every time I turn my head. My deep blue eyes can make anyone get lost in them. My skin is smooth, flawless, without a single imperfection. And my body... well, I don't need to say anything. You see it. Everyone sees it and best of all, I know it.

It is not presumption. It is the truth.

Girls want to be like me. Guys want to be with me. But I'm sorry, not everyone can. Only my best friends, Sofia and Mariana , have the privilege of being by my side. They are beautiful too, of course, although none of them compare to me.

But I don't mind. They are my circle, my allies. They understand the rules of this world because this institute has hierarchies, and we are at the top.

And those at the bottom? pathetic.

The weirdos, the misfits, the losers... the perverts. God, how I hate them.

Slimy guys who stare at us in the hallways as if they have never seen a woman in their lives. And the worst are the girls who play along. The ones who let themselves be stared at. The ones who seek attention with their skirts shorter than allowed, feigning innocence while they enjoy every second of being watched showing off their bodies.

Disgusting.

I would never, ever be like them.

If I've learned anything in my years at this school, it's that you have to mark your territory. Make it clear who's boss. And sometimes, that means reminding those below you of their place, like today.

We are in the hallway, on our way to our classes, when I see Daniel at his locker.

Ah, Daniel. The perfect example of what I despise. Skinny, with thick glasses and a scared mouse expression every time someone talks to him. He has no friends. He has no life. If he wasn't at this school, no one would notice.

And I resent their existence. We stop right next to him.

-Hey, Daniel," I say with a sweet, fake smile, "What were you looking at in your locker? A dirty magazine?

My friends laugh immediately. Daniel freezes, not daring to look at me.

-N-no...

Sofia peers into the locker and feigns horror.

-God, Valeria, I think she has a lingerie modeling magazine!

-How disgusting! -says Mariana, walking away as if she were about to vomit.

I shake my head, feigning disappointment.

-Daniel, Daniel... really? Are you that ****? I'm not surprised. But please, at least try not to peek into the girls' bathrooms, okay?

My friends' laughter echoes in the hallway. Daniel lowers his head further, trembling.

-Pathetic.

We walked away, leaving him there, dead embarrassed. This school is ours, and I make sure everyone knows it.

The hours pass quickly. Finally, the last class of the day: art. I hate art. It's a waste of time. But at least it's easy. I don't have to try too hard.

The classroom is spacious, with large windows that let in the evening light. There are work tables filled with brushes, watercolors and half-finished sculptures. Some students are focused on their projects; others, like me, are simply killing time.

Sofia and Mariana sit with me, talking about unimportant things. I barely listen to them. Until something catches my attention, an object on the teacher's desk.

It is a hand mirror, with an ornate gilded frame, like the ones used by queens in ancient times. It looks antique, with small details engraved in the metal. My reflection shines on the surface.

-It is beautiful.

I reach over and take it without thinking. I raise it to the level of my face. I look at myself and smile.

-"Perfect."

The word automatically crosses my mind. But something changes my reflection looks... strange.

My eyes in the mirror widen a little wider than normal. My smile stretches, barely perceptible and a shiver runs down my back.

-Valeria, what are you doing? -asks Sofia, but her voice sounds far away. I can't look away from the mirror and then my reflection flickers, a cold throbbing hits my chest and then my voice.

-You are perfect, Valeria. The most beautiful of all.

My breath catches, I want to let go of the mirror, but my fingers don't respond.

-I know," I whisper without meaning to. The reflection smiles more.

-So perfect... no matter what you do. Everything you do will be beautiful. My vision blurs. A ringing fills my ears.

-Yes...

-Exactly. Because you are superior. Whatever you do, whatever you decide, it will always be the right thing to do.

My mind is spinning. I feel like I'm falling. Reality twists around me. My lips part in a smile a soft, almost inaudible laugh escapes my throat and in that instant, something inside me snaps. The class goes on around me no one seems to have noticed anything.

The mirror now looks normal in my hands, but I am no longer normal because in my mind, a certainty sticks with the **** of a knife: Whatever I do will be right. No matter what.

I left the mirror in its place and returned to my seat with the calm and elegance that characterized me, making sure that no one noticed anything out of the ordinary. I crossed my legs and leaned my elbows on the table with a bored air, as if the class was already tiring me out before it started. Just a few seconds later, the teacher entered the classroom.

-Good afternoon, class.

The silence in the classroom was almost absolute. A few muttered a greeting under their breath, but no one paid too much attention.

-One moment...

I raised an eyebrow in mock curiosity, watching out of the corner of my eye as he ran his hand over his things, going through them with a puzzled expression.

-Someone has touched my things," he said aloud, scanning the room with his eyes.

I could feel the tension in the air. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, but no one said anything.

-Who was it? -he asked, in a firmer voice. Absolute silence.

I felt a mischievous smile wanting to peek through my lips, but I repressed it it was obvious that no one was going to rat me out everyone knew that, if they dared to point me out, they would earn themselves a problem they couldn't handle.

The professor sighed with annoyance and crossed his arms.

-I don't mind that they touched the brushes or the paints," he continued, "but someone moved this mirror.

I glanced sideways at the object in question there it was, on his desk: a small hand mirror, with an ornate, time-worn gilt frame the same one I had held in my hands just a few minutes ago.

Daniel, the idiot who always seemed to butt in where he wasn't wanted, timidly raised his hand.

-Why is that mirror so important to you, Professor?

The professor took the mirror and held it up for all to see.

-Because it is not a common mirror. It's a collector's item I got in an antique market years ago. It is said that it belonged to an aristocrat who... well, I don't want to bore you with the story. I just ask you not to touch it.

-"An aristocrat. What a stupid thing to say."

I let out a slight sigh and leaned back against the back of my chair, feigning disinterest. I didn't care about his antique stories, I didn't care about that mirror, and I definitely didn't care about what I had seen in it.

The professor left the mirror in place and resumed class as if nothing had happened and I simply went about my day.

Hours later, I find myself in my bathroom, brushing my teeth in front of the mirror the cool white light illuminates my reflection clearly my skin is as flawless as ever, my blonde hair falls in perfect waves over my shoulders and my lips, a natural shade, slightly pink Perfect. As always.

I pass the brush with mechanical movements, but my mind is not quite present the memory of the mirror in the art class is still floating in my thoughts.

The reflection, the smile that wasn't mine and that voice. For a moment, I stop moving the brush and feel a slight shiver run down my back, like a breath of icy air sliding across my skin, but I shake my head and ignore it.

-"It was a foolish thing to do. Nothing more."

I spit the suds into the sink and turn on the faucet, letting the water wash away any traces of toothpaste. I look up and see my reflection in the mirror. There I am exactly as I always am, obviously.

I snort in annoyance and turn off the bathroom light. I walk to my room and plop down on the bed with a satisfied smile.

Today was a good day, as always tomorrow will be even better. I close my eyes and the world shuts down.

The sound of the alarm blared in my room, abruptly interrupting my dreams. With an annoyed sigh, I reached out and turned off the annoying beeping sound without even opening my eyes. How annoying. Still with my face sunk into my pillow, I allowed myself a few seconds of quiet before finally getting up.

I sat up gracefully, stretching my arms above my head as my muscles woke up. Another day where I would continue to be the center of attention. I calmly rose and walked to my bedroom mirror, where my reflection greeted me with the image I saw every morning: absolute perfection.

My golden hair fell in soft waves over my shoulders, framing my flawless face. My full lips and flawless skin further enhanced my natural attractiveness. There was no one in this school who could compare to me. I smirked, leaning forward a bit to better admire my face.

-I'm still the best.

With that thought, I turned away from the mirror and headed for the bathroom. Turning on the shower, the hot water began to fall hard, filling the room with a light cloud of steam. I removed my pajamas in slow, sure movements, letting the fabric fall to the floor without caring too much about where it landed. After all, someone else would pick it up.

Stepping into the shower, I closed my eyes as the water slid over my skin. What a pleasant sensation. I soaped myself calmly, enjoying every movement of my

hands running over my body. I liked taking care of myself, keeping myself perfect.

After I finished, I came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my body. I went straight to my room and opened the closet, taking out my underwear. As I did every morning, I put on my panties first, adjusting them over my skin with automatic movements. Then the bra, adjusting it until it was in place.

Then, for no apparent reason, my eyes went to the mirror. My reflection was still the same, but my gaze strayed downward to my underwear.

-Something was... wrong.

I didn't quite understand it, but the way my panties were arranged seemed... wrong.

I frowned. I had never thought about this, but now the discomfort was impossible to ignore. They needed to be tighter, more fitted. They didn't look good like this.

Without thinking too much about it, I slid my hands to the edges of the fabric and pulled hard upward making me a big wedgie. A slight shiver ran down my back as I felt the fabric press against my skin pulling inside my ass and pussy, but... it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary. This looked much better.

I stared at myself in the mirror, analyzing the result. I turned a little sideways, admiring how the underwear now fit much tighter inside my ass and much tighter in my vagina. Yes, that's how I should wear it.

The idea seemed completely natural to me, as if I had always known I should do it this way. I looked at myself again and laughed to myself. It was even funny.

-I look great.

I released the elastic and continued with my routine, slipping on my uniform blouse and then my skirt, smoothing the fabric with a couple of flicks. Everything perfect, as always.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror and pinched my nipples a little making me look much more beautiful and sexy, smiled with satisfaction and left the room, ready for another day when everyone would continue to admire me.

Today would be an extraordinary day. What I didn't know was that something inside me had already begun to change.