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The next day, Olivia found herself in the school's extensive costume shop, a wonderland of dresses, three-piece suits, shoes, and everything in between. Olivia stepped inside, her eyes widening at the sheer variety of costumes hanging from the racks and displayed on mannequins. The school's theater program was renowned for its elaborate productions and its famous graduates, and the costume shop reflected that legacy with an array of period pieces, fantasy outfits, and everything in between.

Dressed in a cute pair of jeans and a small, cute top, Jessica was positively glowing, like she seemed to every single day.

Jessica led the way, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This is going to be fun," she said, pulling Olivia by the hand towards a rack of extravagant gowns. "I've been looking forward to this. My friend is a costume design student, and she gave me access to everything, so..."

Olivia's stomach churned with a mix of excitement and dread. She had no idea what Jessica had planned, but she knew it would be anything but ordinary. Jessica stopped in front of a voluminous, glittering princess ball gown, the kind that looked like it had been plucked straight from a fairy tale, complete with a glittering tiara.

"Let's start with this," Jessica said, her smile widening as she handed the gown to Olivia. "Go on, try it on."

Olivia hesitated for a moment, then took the gown and stepped into one of the fitting rooms. It was an elegant dress, shimmering with layers of tulle and satin, adorned with delicate lace and intricate beadwork.

With trembling hands, Olivia slipped out of her clothes and carefully stepped into the gown.

The fabric whispered against her skin, cool and smooth, as she pulled it up and over her shoulders.

As Olivia gazed at herself in the mirror, she hardly recognized the person staring back.

She looked like a princess from a fairy tale, every inch of her adorned in the opulent gown.

But instead of feeling like the heroine of her story, she felt like a pretty puppet, a plaything for the evil queen Jessica to manipulate to her will.

With a deep breath, she stepped out to show Jessica. Time to face the queen herself.

Jessica's eyes lit up with amusement as she took in the sight. "Oh, look at you, a proper little princess," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She circled Olivia, her eyes scanning every inch of the dress. "Poor thing, a damsel in distress. Do you think you're deserving of a Prince Charming, Princess?"

Olivia's cheeks burned with humiliation, her hands nervously smoothing the fabric of the gown. "I... I don't know, Mistress," she stammered, feeling the weight of Jessica's gaze.

"Twirl for me, Princess," Jessica commanded, her voice dripping with amusement. "Let me see if you're worthy."

Olivia took a deep breath and began to spin, the layers of the gown swirling around her.

She tried to move gracefully, but the unfamiliar weight of the dress made her steps awkward and unsteady.

Jessica's laughter filled the room, a mocking sound that sent a flush of embarrassment through Olivia's cheeks.

"Come on, Princess, you can do better than that," Jessica teased, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Are you a real princess or not?"

Olivia tried again, her movements more deliberate as she attempted to channel the elegance she had always admired in fairy tales.

But every misstep, every stumble was met with more of Jessica's cruel laughter. Olivia's heart pounded with a mix of shame and arousal, the humiliation of being unable to meet Jessica's expectations leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Pathetic," Jessica mocked, her voice cutting through Olivia's attempts at grace. "You're nothing but a clumsy little girl playing dress-up. Do you really think you can ever be more than that?"

Olivia's cheeks burned, her eyes stinging with tears of humiliation. Jessica stepped closer, adjusting the tiara perched on Olivia's head. "I wonder what everyone would think if they saw you like this."

Olivia's heart pounded, the humiliation sinking deep into her bones. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at Jessica's mercy. "Please, Mistress," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Please, what?" Jessica taunted, her smile never faltering. "Do you need rescuing, Olivia? Are you waiting for a knight in shining armor to come save you?"

Ian's face flashed in her mind, before quickly fading away.

Olivia swallowed hard, tears stinging her eyes. "No, Mistress," she managed to say, her voice barely audible.

Jessica nodded, satisfied with her response.

"Good. Now, let's try something else." She led Olivia to another rack, this one filled with an array of fantasy costumes. "How about a seductive sorceress? No wait, this one's perfect?" She pulled out a skimpy, glittering fairy outfitoutfit that left little to the imagination.

"Put it on."

Olivia took the costume, her hands shaking as she changed into it. Each outfit Jessica selected was more revealing and humiliating than the last, pushing Olivia further out of her comfort zone. Jessica's taunts and laughter burned into her.

Next, it was a cop outfit, the top unbuttoned a few buttons, "Because we both know the only powerful thing about you are those two, and they aren't even real." Jessica claimed.

As Olivia emerged in the latest outfit, a bunny costume this time, Jessica's eyes gleamed with delight, leaning back against one of the racks, her eyes never leaving Olivia's face.

"Look at you, so pretty!" she said, her tone deceptively casual. "Hop for me."

Pitifully, weakly, Olivia did. Jessica's laughter filled the space.

"Now kneel." She walked over as Olivia's knees met the floor, eyes cast towards the floor. Jessica pulled her chin up, smiling, her tone deceptively normal. "We've talked about boundaries before. Tell me, bunny, is there anything you wouldn't do?"

Olivia hesitated, her heart sinking.

She looked down, the weight of the question pressing heavily on her.

Look at where she was, what she was wearing, the lengths she'd already gone. "Honestly, Mistress," she began, her voice tinged with disappointment, "I don't want to be exposed or humiliated in front of everyone. I'll do whatever you ask."

Jessica's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark crossing her features. "Interesting," she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Well, I have something bold in mind for you. Something that will really push your limits."

Olivia's pulse quickened, her anxiety mounting as she waited for Jessica to continue.

"I'm friends with a grad student, they're working on a fast-acting, experimental drug," Jessica said, her voice low.

"It's designed for rapid hormone replacement therapy, but it goes beyond just –– it would transform your body quickly, making you more feminine. The whole package. I think they could use a...test bunny."

Olivia's eyes widened in shock. "How?"

"I have a lot of friends." As if that explained it.

"Is it... HRT?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Sort of," Jessica replied, her gaze piercing. "It's bold, and it's a significant step in your transformation. But I want to give you a choice, Olivia. You can take the drug and fully commit to this new identity, or you can face public humiliation and expulsion. Those are your options."

Olivia's jaw dropped, and Jessica paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "You see, this is the consequence of your actions. You were a creep, staring at me, objectifying me. Now, I want people to stare at you. To see what it feels like. There is a punishment for fantasizing, and I am its champion."

Olivia felt a lump forming in her throat, her mind racing. The idea of taking the drug was terrifying, but the alternative was equally daunting. She knew Jessica held all the power, and her future hinged on this decision.

Jessica stepped closer, her eyes cold and unforgiving. "You put yourself in this position, and now you have to face the consequences. Give in, or you face the humiliation and expulsion that will ruin your life."

Olivia swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'll do it, Mistress," she said, her voice trembling. "I'll take the drug."

Jessica's smile was slow and predatory. "Good," she said, her voice a whisper. "I knew you would make the right choice."