Tom's perspective

As I approached the parking lot, I spotted Gina's convertible. I slashed the tires and went to regroup with Steve.

"You got the spare uniforms?" I asked.

"Yeah, I got them." Steve nodded, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders. "They're in the trunk."

We got into Steve's car. Steve phoned Lindsey.

"Hey, Steve! What's up?" Lindsey asked.

"Hey, Lindsey! I just wanted to let you know that Tom took care of Gina's tires. She won't be driving home anytime soon. And I've got the spare uniforms here. We're good to go."

"Oh, that's great news!" Lindsey cheered.

Lindsey joined us and we drove off as Gina had made it to the school entrance. Lindsey looked over at me. After dropping the gym clothes off at Steve's place, I got home myself.

I reached my house and saw my mother in the kitchen, busily preparing dinner.

"Hi mom, I'm home," I called out as I entered the kitchen. My mom looked up and smiled.

"Hi honey!" My mom turned around, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "How was your day at school?"

"It was... eventful." I chuckled, thinking about the prank we pulled on Gina.

I didn't want to mention the tire slashing incident or anything to do with Steve's pranks. I helped myself to a glass of water and took a seat at the table.

Just then, Gina burst in completely naked.

"Why are you naked?" My mom asked.

"My clothes were stolen," Gina said.

Unsurprisingly, mom was not sympathetic.

"Well, you deserve it after what you did to Lindsey," she said.

I looked at Gina. My mom shook her head in disapproval. "Go take a shower and change into something comfortable," she ordered.

Gina went upstairs. The phone went off. I answered it.

“Yes?”

“Go... good evening is this the... the... Walker household?”

I recognised the voice as Marcie's.

“Yes.”

"My name is... Marcie. I, uh... I was just wondering if Gina is there. Could you... please tell her that Marcie called? It's rather urgent that I speak with her."

"Yeah. She's here. Uh...she is in the shower right now."

“I understand but this is a matter of great importance. Please tell her Marcie wants to speak with her in 30 seconds.”

“Sure...” I said, hanging up the phone. After a moment, I stood up and headed for the stairs. I knocked on the bathroom door. “GINA, SOME MARCIE GIRL WANTS TO SPEAK WITH YOU! ITS URGENT!”

When she opened the door, her wet hair stuck to her face and she still wore the towel wrapped around her body. Gina answered the phone.

"What do you mean, Marcie?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly.

I stood there, listening to their conversation. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Gina gulped. "What...what are you going to do to me?" She asked, her voice quivering.

After a few minutes, Gina ran down to the kitchen. Her hair was wet and plastered to her head as she grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer. I watched as Gina Walker rushed into her room, still wearing only a towel from her shower. She pulled off the towel, exposing her naked body.

Gina clutched the wooden spoon tightly in her hand, her heart pounding in fear. She stood in front of her vanity mirror and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Gina began to spank her bare bottom with the wooden spoon. The sound of the wooden spoon hitting her flesh echoed through the room, and I could see the red marks beginning to form on her cheeks. I watched as Gina continued to spank herself, tears streaming down her face. She let out a loud gasp with each strike, her body shaking from the pain. I simply stood there, watching as she punished herself. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Gina, the queen of Noname High who thought she was untouchable, was now reduced to punishing herself in her room. I could hear Marcie moaning on the other end of the line. After the 30th smack, Gina stopped. The tears had stopped streaming down her face but her body was still trembling from the pain. She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself, hiding her red and swollen bottom from view. It was clear that Marcie had some dirt on Gina, and she was using it to her advantage. I wondered what kind of hold Marcie had over Gina to make her do something like this. Gina continued her conversation with Marcie.

“Yes.... Y-yes... he did..." she stammered out. "Nothing. I was only wearing a towel when you told me to bare my bottom so I'm naked. You what? Y-yes, Marcie. I'll do that. Yes, he's here."

Gina handed me the phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Tom," Marcie said, "this is Marcie. Now, Tom. I do have some fun things planned for your sister. And I would like your cooperation with that. Would you assist me?”

"Um... sure, I can do that," I said.

"Great, thank you," Marcie responded with a sickly sweet tone. "So as you see your sister is in a bit of state of undress and l like you to remedy that. Please pick an outfit for her to wear to school tomorrow.”

“What!” Gina cried out in shock.

“Fantastic. Oh, and one more final thing. Gina, you won't have to obey your brothers commands...yet. But I do expect you to be very nice and polite to him. Also as a sign of your good faith you will be doing all of his chores for 365 days. Anyway, I think this just about sums It up. Tom, if you have any grievances with your sisters conduct, please to not hesitate to inform me right away.”

“Sure thing, Boss,” I said.

“Oh perish the thought. I'd like to think of us as partners in this endeavor. Well then, Gina and Tom. It was wonderful talking to you. Have a pleasant night.”

After Marcie hung up, I escorted Gina to my room.

“Little brother” Gina warned me. “I hope you are aware that this arrangement is only temporary once I am no longer under the effect of...this bet. I will have my ****. It is in your best interest to stay on my good side.”

I answered with a shrug, whipped out my phone and took a photo of Gina.

“Stop it!” Gina hissed and made an attempt to grab my phone.

I snickered and stepped back, out of her reach.

"You think this is funny?" Gina asked, her face flushing with anger.

I shrugged nonchalantly, enjoying the power I had over her for once. "A little. You deserve it."

"I'll get you back for this, Tom. Just wait and see."

"I'll post this online if you don't behave," I threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," she growled. "I'll make your life a living hell if you do that." Gina glared at me, her eyes filled with hatred.

Tom grinned. “I am sure this is something more than a bet, right? I assume Marcie has some sort of **** on you. Must be some really nasty shit if you are willing to humiliate yourself to such a degree. I wonder what I could get away with?”

"Fine," she huffed. "What do you want me to do?"

I smirked as Gina finally gave in.

"I don't know," I shrugged innocently. "How about wearing something a little... embarrassing for you to school tomorrow?"

With that, I grabbed some articles of clothing from my drawer. A long blue wig. White cat ears. White gloves and boots that looked like cat paws. Some white fur wrapped round her groin complete with a cat tail. A thin white fur that wrapped round her breasts, just enough to cover her nipples.

"First of all," I said, putting away my phone, "wear this outfit tomorrow." I motioned to the clothes laying on my bed. "Second, be nice to Susan. Well? I'm sure you hate being naked for longer than you need to be. So feel free to put them on.”

Much to her disgust she obeyed. As Gina began to dress in the Felicia outfit, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. I watched as she put on the white cat ears, the long blue wig, and the white gloves. She looked like a ridiculous human-sized cat as she struggled to get the fur wrapped around her groin and attached to her back. "This is humiliating," she growled, but she didn't stop.

As she finished dressing up, I couldn't help but stare at the ridiculous sight before me. Gina Walker, one of the most feared girls in school, stood in my room dressed as Felicia, a human-sized cat from a video game. I had her turn round. The outfit left her red buttcheeks exposed.

"You look adorable," I commented, unable to hide my amusement. "You're just lucky I don't want to embarrass you even more." I grabbed my phone and took a few pictures of her. "Just remember, these pictures are for later use if you step out of line. Anyway, you do have to do my chores, so why don't you start by cleaning my room?”