Yes, you are.

Ditzy, dazed, and dumbfounded, you stumble into the changing room with the stack of clothes. You feel as though you're playing a game but no one has told you the rules. You could drop these clothes and go home, but then you'd only be left with one more enemy, and nothing to show for skipping half a day of school. Better to endure this, you figure. You kick off your shoes snd strip to your undies and throw on the thing at the top of the pile: the blouse and tartans.

You tell yourself you're just going to get it over with as fast as possible. Throw on as many outfits as necessary until your divine dazzling domina calls it quits. Even still, as you reach for the curtain you can't help but catch your reflection in the mirror to your side. If you could forget that this look would get you beaten senseless or worse, you'd almost say you looked cute. Innocent and pure as you instinctively adopt a humble posture, hands clasped in front of you in a way that almost gives an illusion that you have tits...

"You done yet?" calls Jessica, her voice sending shivers through your body. What is she going to think when she sees you like this and has to conclude everything she assumed about you is true? Would she ever let a beta bitch boy like you kiss her?

She suddenly snatches back the curtain and looks straight at you, and you swear those gorgeous gems glitter as she drinks in your appearance. A smile grows on her face as she declares "I knew it!"

Knew what? That you'd try it on? That you'd look cute, subby, weak..? That you're an unworthy sissy?

"Good girl!" your angel croons as she ruffles your hair. You tense and blush and can't do a thing but stare at your feet.

"Wait..." she pushes your chin up with her forefinger and demands your gaze. She's close enough you can see every pore on her flawless soft skin. You could reach out and touch her, steal that promised kiss, she'd moan and-

"Do you... Like this? I mean I was just fucking with you but it seems like you do."

Do you? You can barely think straight, unable to properly disentangle your own desires from the mountain of over a decade of expectations, threats, and insults. If you do, should you even tell her? It's just one more thing she can tease you with. Or is she your savior after all..?