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The backstage area of the gymnasium was a hive of activity as the dance team prepared for their performance at the volleyball game.

The low hum of the crowd outside filtered through the walls, a constant reminder of the audience waiting to see them perform.

Olivia stood with her teammates, her nerves a tangled mess of excitement and anxiety.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of transformation and intense rehearsals, all leading up to this moment.

She glanced around at her fellow dancers, noting the same mix of emotions reflected in their faces.

Some were bouncing on their toes, trying to shake off the jitters, while others stood quietly, eyes closed, mentally rehearsing the routine.

Olivia took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

The energy in the room was electric, the anticipation almost tangible.

Just before the show, Olivia's phone buzzed with an incoming message. She opened it to find a text from Jessica:

"Olivia, tonight you will prove to me just how good of a girl you are. I want you to flaunt every inch of that beautiful body I've molded for you. Show everyone the perfect, obedient good girl I've created. Make them stare, make them desire you. You exist to be admired, not just by me. Do not disappoint. Be exactly what I want you to be. Make me proud, Princess."

Her heart raced as she read it, breathing coming quicker and quicker. She knew these things, but to see them written so plainly: there was no room for error.

Ian caught her eye from across the room, offering her a reassuring smile.

His presence was a comforting anchor amidst the storm of her nerves.

She returned the smile, feeling a bit of the tension ease from her shoulders.

Despite the playful banter and the near-kiss that had left her reeling, she knew she could rely on him.

They were a team, and tonight, they had to perform as one.

"Alright, everyone," Ms. Larson called out, clapping her hands to get their attention. "It's almost time. Trust in your training, trust in each other, and most importantly, have fun out there."

The team gathered in a tight circle, their hands clasped together in a show of unity. Olivia felt the warmth and support of her teammates, smiling despite herself.

As they broke apart, the sound of the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, signaling the start of the halftime show. Olivia's stomach fluttered with nerves, but she pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the choreography they had practiced so diligently.

She took her position at the edge of the stage, her breath shallow as she waited for the music to start.

Ian stepped up beside her, his presence a comforting force. "We've got this," he whispered, his voice steady and confident. "Just remember to breathe."

She nodded, grateful. "You too."

The opening notes of the music filled the gym, and Olivia felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. This was it—the moment they had all been working towards. She took one last deep breath, and as the first beat of the music struck, she stepped out with her team, ready to give it her all.

The lights were blinding, the roar of the crowd a distant hum in her ears. Olivia moved through the routine with precision and grace, her body flowing with the rhythm of the music. Every step, every spin, every leap was a testament to the hours of practice and the transformation she had undergone.

As Olivia moved through the routine, her initial nervousness about the attention began to resurface.

The bright lights and the multitude of eyes on her made her feel exposed, every movement magnified and scrutinized.

She focused on her steps, trying to ignore the nagging anxiety that threatened to disrupt her performance.

But as she executed a flawless spin, Ian lifting her from the ground, and heard the appreciative murmur of the crowd, a new thought crept into her mind.

Good, let them look at me.

The thoughts grew stronger with each step she took. If it's what Jessica wants, then I want them to stare at me, Olivia realized with a shock.

I'm an attention whore. The idea of all those eyes following her every move, drinking in her body was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she imagined the admiration and envy in their gazes. The shame she had initially felt was quickly being replaced by this twisted sense of joy and pleasure.

As the performance continued, Olivia's thoughts became more brazen. Let them stare, she thought, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. I want them to notice me, to desire me.

The intrusive thoughts were intoxicating, feeding her desire for validation and attention. The applause and cheers of the crowd were no longer just background noise—they were fuel for her burgeoning sense of self-worth.

As the final notes of the music faded and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause, Olivia stood on the stage, chest heaving with exertion and exhilaration.

The cheers and whistles of the audience washed over her, a cacophony of approval and admiration that left her breathless.

She could see the smiles and excitement in the faces of her teammates, each of them reveling in the afterglow of their flawless execution.

Ian rushed over, a wide grin splitting his face.

Without hesitation, he wrapped Olivia in a tight hug, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around.

"You were incredible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth.

The strength of his embrace and the joy in his eyes were infectious, making her heart swell.

For a moment, all the hard work, the transformation, and the nerves were worth it, culminating in this perfect, shared victory.

As the hug broke, she caught sight of Jessica standing at the edge of the gymnasium, her eyes fixed intently on them.

Jessica's expression was one of deep satisfaction, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She bit her lip slightly, taking in the scene with a sense of ownership and pride. Seeing Olivia basking in the success and the attention of her peers, particularly Ian, seemed to please her immensely.

Jessica's gaze lingered on Olivia and Ian, her smile growing wider as she watched them. The chemistry between them didn't go unnoticed.

She seemed to relish the sight of Olivia, her creation, thriving and adored by others.

With a slight nod, she acknowledged Olivia's achievements, her eyes sparkling.