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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across Olivia's room. She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Today was the day she would return to her classes, and Jessica had made it clear that she expected nothing less than perfection.

Olivia had spent the last hour meticulously applying her makeup, recalling every lesson Jessica had drilled into her.

Her foundation was flawless, her eyeshadow perfectly blended, and her lips painted a soft, inviting pink.

She had chosen five different outfits, each one more daring than the last, and now it was time to seek Jessica's approval.

She snapped a series of photos, each one capturing a different look, posing in the ways she'd been taught, only selected the cutest ones to send. The first was a cute, floral dress that hugged her curves and flared out at the waist.

The second was a pair of tight jeans and a fitted blouse that highlighted her figure.

The third was a sleek pencil skirt paired with a low-cut top. The fourth was a short, pleated skirt and a cropped sweater. And the fifth, the most revealing of all, was a top that plunged deeper than any others, clinging to her like a second skin.

Olivia sent the photos to Jessica, her fingers trembling as she hit send. She waited, her breath held, for Jessica's response. It came within moments, a message that made her heart skip a beat.

Pick the last one. It's perfect. Have fun, and don't disappoint. ??

She slipped into the top, feeling the tight fabric hug her chest in all the right places. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the day ahead.

As she walked out of her dorm and headed towards her first class, Olivia felt the eyes of passersby on her.

Each step in her new shoes was a reminder of her new identity, each glance from a stranger a test of her confidence.

The tight top accentuated her curves, and her makeup made her feel both exposed and empowered.

Olivia's stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and determination. She slipped into the chosen outfit, the sensation of the soft fabric against her skin both foreign and thrilling. With one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, her heart racing with anticipation.

Her first class of the day was a lecture in one of the large, echoing halls on campus.

Olivia slipped into the room, headed for the back.

A few minutes later, Ian walked in smiling, because of course he did.

He headed up, sitting two seats down from her, far enough to give her space, but close enough to talk.

Olivia just buried herself in her notes until the class began.

Despite her best efforts to focus, Olivia's thoughts kept wandering. She looked down at her notebook, expecting to see her notes from the lecture. Instead, she was horrified to find that she had been mindlessly writing the same sentence over and over again: "I am hers, I am a sissy, and I will not disappoint my Mistress." Panic surged through her, and she quickly flipped the page, her cheeks burning.

Had he seen it?

Olivia tried to regain her composure, and eventually tried to refocus on the lecture, but Ian's presence was a constant distraction. She could feel his eyes on her, and it was both unnerving and exhilarating. She wondered what he was thinking, why he kept looking her way. Was it curiosity, judgment, or something else entirely? Tell me he hadn't seen the writing.

The uncertainty gnawed at her, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on the lecture.

When the class finally ended, Olivia gathered her things quickly, hoping to slip out unnoticed.

But as she stood up, Ian turned and caught her eye, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she forced herself to return the smile, her mind racing with questions.

What did he know?

As Olivia made her way to the dance studio for practice, the butterflies in her stomach hadn't settled. The encounter with Ian earlier had left her feeling both excited and anxious, and the anticipation of facing the dance team in her new role added to her nervousness. She pushed open the door to the studio, taking a deep breath as she stepped inside.

The familiar sounds of chatter and warm-up music filled the air.

Olivia joined her teammates at the barre, stretching and preparing for the session.

Her mind wandered back to the text from Jessica that morning, the winking emoji and the words "Don't disappoint me" echoing in her head. She glanced around, half-expecting Jessica to appear and critique her every move.

The dance instructor, Ms. Larson, clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone, gather around. We have a special announcement today."

The dancers formed a loose circle around Ms. Larson, curiosity buzzing among them. Olivia stood towards the back, her heart pounding as she wondered what was coming next.

"We've been given a fantastic opportunity," Ms. Larson began, a broad smile on her face. "We've been invited to perform at the upcoming volleyball game next Friday."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the group. Olivia felt a jolt of shock and realization. She knew immediately that this was Jessica's doing. It was too coincidental, too perfectly aligned with Jessica's plans to push her further.

Ms. Larson continued, "We'll be performing a brand-new routine, something high-energy and captivating. It's going to be a great way to showcase our talents and support our school's team. They sell out the gym every game, so it'll be one of our bigger audiences of the fall."

The thought of performing in front of so many people, dressed as she was now, terrified her. She could almost hear Jessica's voice in her head, reminding her not to disappoint.

"We'll start learning the choreography today," Ms. Larson said, motioning for everyone to spread out. "I expect you all to give it your best effort. This is a big opportunity for us."

The music started, and Ms.

Larson began teaching the new routine.

Olivia focused on the steps, her body moving to the rhythm as she followed the instructions.

The choreography was challenging, but Olivia found herself slipping into the familiar flow of the dance, her nerves easing as she concentrated on each move.

As they worked through the routine, Olivia couldn't help but glance at Ian, who was effortlessly executing the steps with his usual grace and strength. He caught her eye and gave her an encouraging nod.

The practice session flew by, the energy in the room palpable as the dancers poured their efforts into mastering the new routine. By the end of the session, Olivia was breathless and exhilarated, her body humming with the exertion and excitement.

Ms. Larson clapped her hands again, signaling the end of practice. "Great job, everyone. Keep practicing, and we'll refine the routine over the next few days. I know we can make this performance something special."

As Olivia gathered her things, she couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. The upcoming performance was a daunting prospect, but it was also an opportunity to prove herself—to Jessica, to Ian.

As she left the studio, her phone buzzed with a new message from Jessica. She glanced at it, seeing a simple, yet powerful message: "I hope you're ready. Don't let me down."