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The rest of the day passed by without incident, and pretty soon I was starting to get back into the usual boring school rhythm, a year or so after leaving it. Being in school once again seemed much more exciting this time around, whether it was because I was a girl, or because I was somewhat popular, or just because I had friends in my classes, I wasn't sure. There was definitely a lot more to think about compared to my last experience of school, where it was just six lessons and lunch before I went home again. Now I had to think about this war with Vicki, my newfound group of friends, my constantly exposed legs, the uncomfortable looks I got from some of the boys and the growing mounds on my chest. And then there's my sudden interest in the guitar and Drama, all of it was almost too much to handle I would never be able to handle all of that if I didn't have Poppy and the girls supporting me, as well as each other, in every thing we did. That was the feeling I had when Carly attached that bracelet around my wrist to make me officially part of the group, a group of girls who trusted and loved each other like sisters. I knew I could rely on any of them, even if I hardly knew them. They were my safety net. The funny thing was that I could actually think of them as my family, since I'd only really known my real family for a couple of weeks. These girls could be as much sisters to me as Lauren and Lucy are, if only a few weeks behind them in terms of how long I'd known them. We spent the rest of morning break time talking about what the girls had done over the summer holiday, and I was quick to realise that none of them had many individual stories to tell. All the talk was about movies that they all went to see together, birthday parties that they all attended, day trips that they all went on. You generally got the idea that the girls never split up for very long, always seeing each other and staying in contact. It was like a mini spy network. Each of them almost always knew what each other was doing, either by being there with them or hearing it from them an hour later through instant messaging. Of course, six weeks of summer break only lasted so long, and the girls ran out of things to talk about just before the bell rang for the end of break time. My next lessons before the lunch break were History and Maths, which continued the trend of female teachers that I'd had for each of my classes so far. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I wondered if my parents plan to give me a very feminine upbringing included making sure all of my teachers were women. Ms Brown was going to be my History teacher for the next year, as well as Poppy's and Katie's, and she gave us all hope for having a fun year as she started off the lesson by talking to each of us individually whilst we watched an old documentary about Henry VIII. She was nice when everyone wasn't supposed to be writing something down or listening, but whenever someone spoke when they weren't supposed to she was quick to shout "Everyone will work in silence until the end of the lesson!" It was an immediate after school detention if anyone except her spoke after that, so it was safe to say the class remained silent until the bell rang. Maths was so far the frontrunner for the friendliest lesson that I had on my timetable, as only Courtney wasn't in the class. Ashleigh, Carly, Sarah, Rebecca, Megan, Katie and Poppy were all in the same class as me, and as soon as we realised that, each of us turned hysterical as we thought about how fun we could make Maths over the coming year, which was traditionally a boring subject. The eight of us occupied two rows of desks, one in front of the other, at back of the class. We'd tried to stay as far away from the front of the class as possible, but Mrs Woods was always able to keep a close eye on us. I had already met Mrs Woods several weeks ago during the garden party at Kirsty's house, but in her eyes she'd met Lauren, not Ellie. She was probably Suzanne's closest friend, but she seemed to hardly care about her friend lying to her about the number of children she had, and was actually quite jolly when she came over to talk to me. "Ms Dawson?" she asked when she was walking around the class and trying establish the beginnings of a friendship with each of her students. I nodded at her with a small smile and remained silent, since I wasn't sure how she was going to react to seeing me again. Or seeing Lauren again, depending on what she knew. "I've met your sister Lauren, is she always such a prankster?" Mrs Woods grinned at me. I shrugged at her, a little relieved she didn't know the full story, but I still gave her a puzzled look because couldn't think of what she was referring to. "Hasn't she told you?" Mrs Woods asked, quite surprised. "She pretended to be one of my friends daughters, it was only a few weeks ago that I found out about her real family," she smiled down at me. "Oh yeah, she's like that sometimes," I said, basically talking about myself. We shared awkward smiles and eventually she said "Well I look forward to teaching you and your sisters this year," before she moved on to another row of students that she needed to introduce herself to. "I suppose Suzanne got away with pretending to be my mother, then," I mumbled to myself. Maths passed by quickly with almost the entire group around me, but I quickly realised it would be a struggle to get any work done in class with the girls constantly gossiping. I wouldn't be surprised if Mrs Woods decided to split us up for our next Maths lesson. Then again the class didn't really have much work to do, which was the trend with all of my lessons in school so far. Mrs Woods focused on getting everyone introduced and then by the time she was finished, we only had ten minutes left so she gave us a couple of simple maths problems to solve. When the bell rang at the end of Maths to signal the start of lunchtime, the class emptied into the corridors within seconds. The corridors were so packed when we blended in to the crowd of black uniforms, there was no space to really move any quicker than a slow shuffle. I probably wasn't the only one who feared for their lives when we started going down the staircase from the third floor of the Maths block. People were pushing and shoving all around us, but strangely did their best to remain slow and calm whenever they got near our little group of girls. It was like we had some sort of unbreakable aura around us when the group were together, preventing anyone from barging past us on the stairs or shoving us in the corridors. That all changed when we reached the ground floor of the Maths block, and all the older students joined the crowd. Pretty soon the older students, who didn't care much for our aura of calmness were starting to easily push between our little group. I had two older girls, perhaps Year Elevens, standing in front of me and easily blocking my view with their bums. The eight of us desperately clung to each other's hands to try and stay together, as there was a genuine fear among every small person in the crowd that we would get trampled. We couldn't see anything apart from black blazers, and for all we knew we were just walking in circles. "Ellie!" I hardly heard someone shout my name. I looked around desperately and could only see Ash and Poppy hanging onto my arm, the rest of the girls hopefully behind them. Both Ash and Poppy had ever growing looks of desperation on their faces, and I could feel their hands starting to slip away. The combined voices of the crowd had evolved into one loud roar as we gradually got closer to the canteen, but I didn't think any of us were going to be in the mood for food after struggling to survive. "Ellie!" I heard someone shout my name again. This time it was clearly a girl, and much closer. I didn't have much time to look around and find this mystery girl's voice before a curtain of her blonde hair blinded me briefly. I got a load of her perfume up my nose as she suddenly appeared and started pulling me out of the crowd, with such ease and confidence that I knew exactly who it was. "Hey Lucy," I said whilst struggling to catch my breath after we'd been pulled right out of the crowd and were standing in a nice and thankfully quiet garden area. The rest of the girls had somehow been able to keep a hold of each other, and were grouped up behind me even after Lucy had roughly pulled me away from them. We must have cut through the crowd like some sort of snake with daggers after we had a strong girl like Lucy pulling us. "Didn't you hear me yelling?" Lucy asked irritatingly, with her hands on her hips. Her long dark blonde hair had changed slightly from when I last saw her, and was held in a loose bun behind her head by some sort of claw-like hair accessory. "Its kind of hard to hear through the crowd when I'm not as tall as you," I said in an almost equally irritated voice. Lucy sighed and changed her pose slightly to appear friendlier in front my friends, who stayed gathered behind me in silence. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just got really nervous when I saw you in the middle of that chaos." "Thanks for saving us," Ashleigh said from behind me. She had a wry smile on her face when I looked at her. Lucy smirked back and noticeably calmed down, and then introduced herself to the girls as my older sister, but forgot to include the overprotective part. Each of the girls, excluding Poppy, looked at Lucy incredulously as if they didn't believe she was my sister. "Ellie you never said you had an older sister as pretty as her!" Carly whispered into my ear, along with some of the others girls saying mostly the same thing. They all sounded a bit jealous, but all whispered loud enough for Lucy to hear. I could see a small grin forming on my big sister's lips. "Do you girls mind if I borrow my sister for a bit?" Lucy asked, even though it sounded more like she was making a statement rather than asking for me. The girls behind me, along with whispers of "Go, go", gave me a couple of nudges forward even though I was actually looking forward to spending lunch with the girls. Lucy placed her arm across my back and then we were immediately on the move, to spend the lunch break with 'the other girls'. I hadn't forgotten about the Dawson sister's plan to regroup at lunch, and it's not that I didn't want to hang out with my sisters (as if we didn't do that enough at home) I just wanted to spend lunch with my friends and not feel like the new girl in school. I knew that once we found Lauren, all we would talk about was how our first day was going. All I wanted was to blend in quickly and just appear like any other kid in school, not stand out because I'm new. On top of being Stage Girl and an enemy of the most popular girl in our year, being the new kid was definitely too much to handle. "I'm glad you've made a load of friends so quickly sis," Lucy said as we re-entered the main lobby of the school, her arm still across my back and shepherding me in every direction Lucy decided to go. It was like the supermarket with Suzanne all over again, being protected and guided down corridors and through crowds of older people, but it was much less embarrassing this time around. "You must have more friends than me by now Lucy," I said enviously. "My friends already think you're the most popular girl in school." She giggled a little at that, and I was glad to hear her say that she's already got a few new girlfriends to hang around with. But for now her over protectiveness of her sisters was taking priority over any urges to make new friends, unlike me. We eventually entered the central courtyard on the school, which was surrounded by subject departments on every side. There were hundreds of black uniforms sitting around, on brick walls, on the floor, leaning against bins, against walls, everywhere. All of them were enjoying their lunches, and I wouldn't be able to join them in feasting until we found Lauren. "Well it looks like Lo has found a few friends as well. All three of us are doing pretty good." Lucy said proudly as she glanced across the courtyard. I followed her gaze, looking directly down the outside of the main hall, and then the huge indoor gym further beyond. There were even more black uniforms hanging around there, either playing basketball or football, which made me wonder why Lucy had found Lauren there amongst them. "Those can't be her friends, that's Vicki!" I said fearfully, my voice slowly rising to the point where I was almost shouting. "Who?" Lucy asked, totally oblivious to the war that was currently going on in the year groups below hers. I ignored her question and quickly found my own sense of sisterly love driving my feet, as both Lucy and I sprinted across the courtyard to where Lauren was surrounded by a dozen girls. As we got closer to the group, we realised that every person surrounding Lauren was calling her names. I saw Vicki standing in the group with her arms crossed and a grin on her face, and I knew she had something to do with it. Lauren must have walked straight into a trap, where Vicki and her minions surrounded her, most likely because of our little meeting with Vicki in Drama. Lucy, without any care in the world for Vicki and her domination of the year group, easily barged past several smaller kids and pulled Lauren away. She did it just as easily as she did before, when I was the one in the middle of chaos. This time Lucy was also able to disperse most of the crowd just by standing there, whilst Lauren and I stood in the safe zone behind her. "Come to kiss my feet like everyone else?" Vicki said with an arrogant grin. Lucy stood in a heroic pose in front of us, her arms crossed. I think she was trying to scare Vicki away, but that wasn't as easy as with her minions. Vicki only appeared slightly fazed, and stood on her spot waiting for a reply. A dozen Year 10 girls suddenly walked past us and gathered either side of Lucy, and one of them asked "Problem here Lucy?" I edged closer to the confrontation, along with Lauren, both of us remaining silent but sending angry glares across to Vicki, who started to back away as the older girls gathered. "No, she was just leaving," Lucy said with a degree of sarcasm. Vicki nodded solemnly and started walking away, but not before she gave Lauren and I a quick glance as if to say "You win this round." During lunchtime, the three of us talked about how each of us was doing on our first day, and the one who was doing the worst was Lauren. She had made a couple of friends herself, but each of them turned out to be in Vicki's group, and they burned her when they figured out she was the sister of 'Stage Girl'. And when Lucy and I saw how Vicki treated people like Lauren, who were alone and against her, we both knew that Lauren needed the protection of Ashleigh and the girls. Lucy and her older girlfriends couldn't be around all the time, so Lauren would have to join the clique just like I did. It was like joining a Mafia family, a place where we were guaranteed protection. Ashleigh was quick to welcome Lauren into the group during Art class after lunch, where she said, "If you're Ellie's sister, then you're our sister too," with the rest of the girls nodding along. Art was so far the only lesson that I shared with Lauren, and there were probably more lessons that we shared as the week went on, but we could only hope. The only girls who weren't in our Art class were Courtney, Rebecca and Megan, but I was sure they'd welcome her to the clique just as much as everyone else. The Art block was on the edge of the school, quite close to the front gate which Mum and Dad had drove us past in the morning. From our second floor classroom, we could see over the school fence and across the roofs of hundreds of houses. It was torture, having a classroom with a window view of the outside world, and it was even worse being in that classroom towards the end of the day and just waiting for that bell to ring. "You know they shoot anyone who tries to escape," Katie said, catching me staring longingly out the window. "Huh?" I gasped at her. "I'm kidding!" She giggled, causing her medium length blonde hair to sway gently. Katie was yet more proof that our tutor group always gets the pretty people, with her blonde hair blue eyes combination, and she was like a young blonde version of Suzanne with her own everlasting smile. "Ugh, I can't wait to get out of here," Sarah moaned from across the long table that we all occupied. She was just as pretty as the rest of the girls, with her long dark brown hair, she was like our very own Miley Cyrus look-alike. "One more lesson to go," Poppy sighed. Each of us slumped our shoulders and continued with our work, which was basically just doodling. Mr Thomas, our bald Art teacher, wanted to gauge our drawing skills but just like Ms Bruce in Music, he was constantly busy with the work of the upper year groups. Towards the end of the lesson I completely blanked on what my last lesson of the day was, so I quietly scrambled around in my bag and pulled out my timetable. It already looked worn and ragged after only a day, and I wondered how it had gotten ink smudges on it, but I decided to ignore it. "Do any of you guys have P.E next?" I looked around the table hopefully. Each of the girls gave me confused looks, and then shook their heads. "Year 8 don't normally have P.E on a Tuesday," Ash said. "Well my timetable says otherwise," I sighed. I was yet to see what a class without any of the girls was going to be like. "Where's you're P.E kit?" Poppy asked. I looked down and around my feet, and only saw my own little humiliating Roxy backpack along with the girl's bags, but nothing with my P.E kit inside. I felt stupid for not bringing it, seeing as I looked at my timetable before we left for school. But I must have decided to bring my kit if I saw P.E was on my schedule today, surely? "I don't have it," I grew more depressed. "Don't worry Elle, they'll give you some stuff to wear," Katie said. When Art finished, I really felt alone for the first time that day. The rest of the girls, as well as anyone else that I recognised all headed off in the opposite direction to me when the bell rang for the beginning of period six. They were all saying that they had I.C.T, which was generally a lesson in which all we did was play around on the computers. I felt like the only one in my year group who joined the small crowd gathering outside the P.E department. Everyone there was taller than me, and also looked older than me and many of my friends. Maybe they were from the other side of the year group, but I had gotten the idea that the two sides remain separated in classes and only really come together during break time. Then again I've only been at All Hallows for a day, so I didn't know exactly how things worked around here. There were four teachers, two men and two women, standing on a stairway in front of the crowd. They ordered us to get into four lines, two for the girls and two for the boys. This time I didn't make the mistake of joining the male lines like I almost did on preparation day, and quickly found myself close to the front of one of the girl's lines. I stood there surrounded by taller girls in front and behind me, as well as on my left, with the hard brick wall of the Sports Hall on my right. Nobody seemed concerned by the relatively small girl standing among them, not even the teachers who had a commanding view of everyone from their perch on the stairs. When everyone was silent and the lines were as straight as possible, the teachers allowed us to start piling in through the doors and into the changing rooms. Each of the teachers disappeared before I could ask about getting a spare uniform, and I never really got the chance to stop and find one of them because of the pushing and shoving coming from the girls around me. The boys had gone up the stairs, whilst us girls practically charged into our changing room on the ground floor. The air was already feeling hot and stuffy when I got inside, where I was confronted by even more high tech machinery just like I'd seen on preparation day when Ms Darcy was dressing me in my new uniform. Immediately in front of us was a set of mechanical gates which only opened after we'd inserted our student ID cards, so I had to pull my bag of my shoulders and search desperately inside it to find my ID. The girls behind me were shouting and jeering as I spent countless minutes trying to find one stupid card. The longer I made them wait, the longer it would take them to get changed, and the longer it took them to get changed, the angrier their teachers were when they were finally ready to start class. When I inserted my card, a green light flashed above me and the mechanical gates opened, with my ID card waiting for me on the other side of the gate. It was just like the turnstiles at a train station, except in a girl's changing room at school. The last time I'd been in a changing room was when I still thought I was a boy and was attending my old school, before taking a year break from education altogether. The changing room in that school was fairly ancient, and looked like it belonged in Victorian times. Since the main building of All Hallows is from Victorian times, I was expecting the same ancient changing room again, but this was totally different. The school must be privately funded, because the government would never invest this much money in a school. The whole room was clean, and small private cubicles filled the whole floor space. Everywhere was white, the tile floor, and the walls of the cubicles, with only the surrounding wall painted a pale pink. Each of the girls were picking a cubicle and sliding their ID cards into slots above the door handle of each cubicle, so I silently followed what they did. It didn't seem to matter which cubicle I picked, as long as I picked one and didn't get changed out in the open. "The whole point of the changing cubicles is that you get changed inside them," an older girl said when she noticed me standing outside a cubicle door. "We didn't have these in my old school," I said. "Are you new?" she asked "It's my first day, yeah," I admitted. "They installed these to stop us from chatting and wasting time as we got changed," she said. "Just slide in your ID card and you'll figure out the rest once you're inside." She did exactly as she said and then disappeared behind the door of her own cubicle, so I did the same and was met by another green light. The door opened before me and I stepped into a pretty empty space, with an electronic console hanging down from the center of the roof. On the screen of the console there was a name and a picture of someone, some brunette girl called Charlotte Hudson, who looked about the same age as Lucy and almost as pretty. "It must be stuck on the last person that used it," I thought to myself. There were a couple of options below her picture, including 'P.E Kit', 'Cheer Squad' and 'Uniform' so I tapped the P.E kit option on the screen. As soon as my finger touched the screen, a small horizontal section of the back wall slid away, and waiting there in a little space was a clean girl's P.E kit. I couldn't describe the massive sense of relief I felt when I saw that kit, as I'd been worrying about angry teachers shouting at me for forgetting my uniform. I didn't realise this was what Katie meant when she said "they'd give me some stuff to wear". However that sense of relief almost instantly disappeared when I actually walked forward to pick up the kit, and a pair of cold mechanical hands suddenly grabbed my feet. I would have fallen flat on my face if it weren't for another pair of hands that wrapped themselves around my wrists. The metallic material they were made from almost matched the silver of my new bracelet, but they looked incredibly stronger than the flimsy silver chain. A calm feminine voice, albeit slightly robotic sounding, asked gently for me to "Please stand in the center of the room." I struggled to even move my limbs, with the mechanical hands keeping a firm hold of my ankles and wrists. I couldn't do what the computer was asking, or even get away! The arms seemed to respond to the computer as they easily manipulated me into a standing position, moved me back in front of the console and then lowered me onto a tile with a pair of illuminated green footprints. My feet were kept tight together and on top of the fake footprints, whilst my arms were held out away from my body like I was about to be crucified. The console that hung from the center of the room suddenly went blank and raised itself up into the roof, and the mechanical arms attached to my wrist were disconnected. They were replaced by what seemed like a hundred more arms, including two that slowly approached me from either side of the room and clamped themselves around my waist, whilst the hundred other arms went about undressing me. First they removed my backpack, followed by my blazer. They undid every button on my blouse in what felt like a couple of seconds, raised my arms and then pulled the blouse right off my body, my black tie with it. The hands seem to stop and pause for thought as they looked at my training bra, as if they were expecting me to be wearing something else. They waited a few moments before deciding to leave the training bra where it was, whilst they threw my bag, blazer, blouse and tie down what looked like a garbage chute. "No!" I shouted as the top half of my uniform disappeared, but the female robotic voice calmly said "Struggling will only make this harder, and will increase the likelihood of a punishment waiting for you when you are done" It almost sounded like a death threat, it made me that terrified. I remained silent and still after that, only moving when the computers made me. I was then raised off the ground so that I could be stripped of my shoes, socks, and my skirt, leaving me in just my training bra and white cotton panties. The mechanical hands were now almost freezing when they touched my skin, making me twitch every time they came close. The room was still hot and stuffy because of everyone else getting changed in the cubicles around me, so I was able to stay warm in just my underwear. The hands then held my head in place whilst they tied my long hair in a ponytail at the back of my head, and started to get me dressed in the P.E kit. My hands were held above my head as a blue polo shirt was lowered over my head, and my feet were raised off the floor so some royal blue school sports shorts could be raised up my bare legs. Long blue socks were then dragged up my legs and were almost long enough to meet the shorts and look like leggings, but they lived a little strip of skin exposed just above my knee. Finally a pair of bright pink football boots, measured to fit my size, was slipped onto my feet. Each and every one of the mechanical hands moved away, and I was finally free to move by myself. One hand remained in front of me and was holding a small tray, and the female robot voice sounded again. "Please put any jewellery in this tray." I removed my silver chain bracelet from my wrist and lowered it into the waiting tray, and waited for a signal to say I was ready to go. "Earrings too," the voice said. "I can't take them out," I replied, somewhat instinctively and without knowing if the machine could understand me. I still had to leave them in for about another month, according to Poppy. There was no voice reply from the robot, instead a pair of mechanical hands reappeared and covered my still fairly new piercings in masking tape. With that, I was ready for my first lesson of P.E, and so was every other girl as I exited my private cubicle. It felt liked I'd been twisted, manipulated and dressed like a doll for several hours, when really I'd only been in there for a couple of minutes like all the other girls, each wearing the same kit with their hair tied in ponytails. Only the colour of their football boots showed any variety. The actual lesson that took place afterwards was probably one of the most ruthless and humiliating experiences of my life so far. When every girl in the class is taller and stronger than you, it's an extremely terrifying feeling to hear that you'll be playing Girl's Rugby. All I remember was being thrown about in every conceivable direction, tripped and pushed into every existing puddle and finishing the class on the bottom of a pile of girls who had jumped on top of me when I'd caught the ball. They knocked me over and I landed face first in a damp patch of mud, after which I was covered head to toe in what looked like poo. I saw Vicki and Natalie laughing with each other as I walked past with the rest of the girls and back into the changing rooms. I tried to hide behind the girls so Vicki wouldn't see me covered in mud, I wouldn't let her have that victory but I knew she caught a glimpse of me no matter how hard I tried to hide. "Welcome back Charlotte," the female voice said cheerily as I entered my changing cubicle once again. I groaned back as a response. The mechanical arms went to work stripping my clothes off once again and throwing them down the chute, leaving me once again in my underwear. "Please step into the center of the room," the voice asked, and the footprints on the floor started pulsing with a green light. As soon as I'd put my feet on the spot, four circular drains appeared on the floor around me, and a showerhead appeared above me. Without a word from the female robot, the mechanical hands starting pulling and tugging at my underwear, whilst working on the clasp of my training bra as well. Even though I was in a private cubicle, I still didn't want to be stripped naked by a machine. I clutched desperately at both my bra and panties, but couldn't hold either in place with just one hand, so I had to pick what needed the most protection. I decided to try and keep my panties on, but lost my bra as soon as I let go of it and it was tossed down the chute like everything else. The shower started spraying warm water when my bra was gone, almost as if it was trying to distract me enough for the mechanical hands to finally get my underwear off. With one last powerful tug, my panties were ripped out of my grasp, dragged off my wet legs and thrown down the chute before I could regain my balance. I'd only ever been naked in the bathroom at home, and I wanted it to stay that way. Even if I was in a private cubicle, I still felt more self conscious than ever, and found myself covering the black hole between my legs, as well as the budding boobs on my chest that were really just puffy nipples. The mud eventually washed off my skin and out of my hair, and I was instantly dried by blasts of air all around me whilst the water drained away. "Charlotte, would you like to be dressed according to your tastes of last year? Or would you like to make a new selection?" the machine asked. At first an answer didn't really come to mind, but being constantly called Charlotte was starting to annoy me. "Look, my name isn't Charlotte. Didn't you see that on my ID card?" I asked, feeling proud because I'd outsmarted a computer. "The ID you used belongs to Charlotte Hudson, of Year 10, tutor group 10A2. Therefore you are Charlotte Hudson, of Year 10, tutor group 10A2." The machine said in the same calm robotic voice, but it only served to set off alarm bells in my head. "There's been a mistake!" I shouted, "I'm not in Year 10!" The machine ignored my pleas and said "Very well, you will be dressed according to your tastes last year" The console from before slowly lowered itself to my eye level and started to show several pictures of clothing that it was about to dress me in. It was the usual school uniform, but with a few older girl additions that made my skin crawl at just the thought of wearing them. The back wall of the cubicle slid open once again, revealing a black school uniform neatly folded and cleaned waiting in the small space where the P.E kit had been before. Whether it was my own uniform, I didn't know, but it looked like Charlotte had left some of her own stuff there for the machine to use. The first piece that the mechanical hands picked up just looked like a length of pink string to me, as it hung from the metallic fingers of the hand. I wondered if it was some sort of necklace or something, but when the hand turned and started moving towards me, more of the material was revealed. There was a triangular shaped piece of pink cloth and another much smaller triangle piece attached together by two pieces of elastic pink string. Still I didn't know what it was, and had a random guess that it was some sort of cowboy mask, but oh was I wrong. The mechanical hands suddenly reached out and grabbed a hold of my wrists and ankles once again as the pink item slowly approached me. I was raised off the ground slightly as the hands lowered the cowboy mask to my feet and then raised them up to my ankles. That was when I suddenly realised what they really were, and I'd been wondering why the machines would put a mask on me before any underwear. But they were actually putting my underwear on without me realising it until they started raising the pink string contraption up my feet. I tried to wriggle my way free, but obviously I'd forgotten the lesson I'd been taught by the hands earlier, that I couldn't break free. I was lowered back onto the floor and allowed to stand on my own two feet, then the hands around my ankles let go and grabbed the string underwear from the other set of hands. Suddenly my ears were filled with the deafening sound of a blow dryer, which seemed to be coming from the cubicles around me as well as my own cubicle. That made me realise, if I can hear what's going in the other cubicles, wouldn't they have heard me screaming before when I was stripped by machines? Only one girl in the changing room knew that I was new, but everyone must have known as well because they weren't saying anything. I stood helplessly as the hands held me in place, with only my legs free to really move, but I dared not move them when the mechanical hands were still raising what looked like an increasingly thinner and sharper piece of string between my legs. Other hands busied themselves with sorting out my hair as a blow dryer was held about my head, whilst others prepared the next pieces of the uniform. There were so many mechanical hands at work, including a pair that picked up a matching lacy pink bra and were slowly hovering back towards me. I could almost forget about the pink underwear, but when I felt that tiny string slip between my buttocks, I knew I'd never forget it. Next my arms were held out in front of me and were slid into the holes of the bra, which was then dragged up to my shoulders and clasped at the back within seconds. Up until now I'd been wearing a simple flat training bra, but this felt so much mature than I was used to. They way it was made somehow 'pushed' the tiny breasts on my chest up, and the extra padding made them look almost as big as Lucy's. I could barely see my feet when I looked down because my pink encased boobs were so much bigger! With my uncomfortable underwear on, the hands started dressing me in my own school uniform. The skirt felt like it was cut a little higher than it was before, making me think that is was one of Charlotte's clothes, but the blazer, blouse and tie were all mine. I felt oddly proud looking down at my bigger chest, as if I was as old as Lucy and even older than Lauren, who'd boasted about being a better girl than me many times before. I'd be boasting all the time after this. Now, I've always said that I've been uncomfortable around makeup, and definitely wasn't ready to use it daily like other girls my age but apparently Charlotte was, and it felt like she used a lot of it. When I was totally dressed I thought the hands would let me go, but instead they were all drawn to my face. Two arms held clamps around my neck in the form of a neck brace, whilst the hands around my wrists and ankles moved me into a sitting position on top of a stool that had suddenly moved up from the floor behind me. The console lowered itself to my level and used its screen as a mirror, to show me what was being done whilst being helpless to stop any of it. My hair was brushed back by two hands, and then a U-shaped cushion was placed up and over my head, supposedly to stop my hair from getting in the way but also keeping me comfortable. "Can I go yet?" I asked, wondering what the machines were doing even though I'd finished being dressed. The bell was probably going to ring any second for the end of the day and I wanted to get home, but these machines seemed to be keeping me for no reason. "We aren't finished with your desired uniform yet Charlotte," the machine said calmly. I could smell the makeup even before I'd seen it, but more hands held my jaw closed as several other hands closed in whilst another held a tray filled with different jars, tubes and cans. Each hand seemed to grab its own brush, pencil or tub and each worked together on my face. They started by spreading a creamy light brown substance all over my face, with small metal fingers holding my eyelids closed when they had to. I could only shout into my teeth and groan my displeasure, such was the restrictions that the mechanical hands put on my face. Then there was a lot of focus on my eyes, as my eyelids were stretched down and black pencil was run along the edges, whilst several thin brushes applied a shadowy brown dust above my eyes with a little below them as well. Two mascara brushes were held in front of my eyes, which I'd experienced before with Kirsty and had such a hard time not blinking. This time, I still twitched but the mechanical hands seemed to work simultaneously and quickly applied a thick black coating to my eyelashes, which really made my eyes 'pop' when I looked into the mirror provided by the console. Much larger brushes were used to spread a rosy red dust on my cheeks, whilst two separate hands somehow managed to avoid each other as they worked on my lips. One was holding a lip-gloss wand and running it across my lips, whilst the other was squeezing and rolling my lips together when the other was done. When work was finished on my lips, all of the mechanical hands backed away as if to admire their work. I had to admit that even though it was a traumatic experience and I was wearing the most uncomfortable underwear I'd worn so far in my life, I looked pretty hot in that electronic mirror. Even if I was just twelve, I looked like I belonged in one of the many magazines that the girls in my family read. The smoky eye look made me appear older and more mature, whilst my eyes never looked more defined and my lips were coated in a dark red lip gloss that was on a whole new plane of elegance that I'd only ever seen in classy woman's magazines. I'd never be any good as the mechanical hands at doing makeup, but their work on me felt like it gave me a new opinion of makeup altogether. They weren't finished just yet though, as the U-shaped cushion was removed and my hair was allowed to flow freely around my face. Next the hands were holding hairbrushes and cans of hair spray as four of them started brushing my hair repeatedly. The side parting that I'd done in the morning, and the ponytail the machines had done earlier both vanished in a cloud of hair spray and hair product as they brushed, sprayed, combed, massaged and arranged my hair into what Charlotte wanted it to be. I got the feeling that Charlotte was some sort of party girl, as her make up and the way her hair was full of volume and had this edgy look to it made her look like some of the girls that I've seen Lucy with. We had one night where every one else was out, so she tried bonding with me by showing her pictures of some parties she went to with friends, who all shared the same ragged and edgy look. All that was missing in the mirror in front of me was tons of other people behind me and flashing disco lights everywhere, and that image on the console could have been exactly like one of Lucy's photos. Most of the hands retracted back into the walls, whilst one pair pulled the strips of masking tape off my ears and then grabbed what would be my footwear. My legs were still naked up to my skirt, so Charlotte didn't wear tights or socks, she wore torture devices on her feet. One of the last pairs of hands edged towards me, whilst another pair slowly raised my feet into the air, which would have revealed by uncomfortable pink underwear to anyone in front of me if I weren't in a private cubicle. Every other hand had disappeared, so I was free to move anything above my ankles, but I figured I'd probably fall on my face if tried to move with my ankles up in the air like they were. Charlotte's shoes were a pair of black pumps with a three-inch heel, and the machine must have just caught a lucky break when they were easily slid onto my feet without any shoe size worries. My ankles were then lowered, and the last pair of mechanical hands gently held my own hands and pulled me up from the stool that I'd been placed on. And then I was done, and standing in my first ever pair of heels, which was like standing on two large blunt nails. The machine's last action was to drape my Roxy backpack over my shoulders once again and kindly say "Have a nice day Charlotte, and may I say you're looking stunning today" Even if I wasn't Charlotte, I had to agree that I was looking pretty good thanks to the traumatic experience of being manhandled by a robot. My ID was handed back to me when I closed the door to my cubicle, and the female voice was right when she said that I used Charlotte Hudson's ID to get in. There was picture of a pretty Year 10 girl on the card, and because of our matching makeup she looked like a brunette version, as well as an older version, of me. One name popped into my head when I thought about how my ID card could have been switched. Vicki, or at least her lackey Natalie who had been caught searching around in my bag by Ashleigh. I didn't see anything was missing, but then again I didn't think about things being replaced. She must have switched my ID to get me into that older girls P.E class so I'd get absolutely crushed by all the other girls, but that still didn't explain why my timetable told me I had P.E with these girls in the first place. I looked for Vicki as I exited the P.E department with everyone else, whilst also being glad that I wasn't walking down the stairs in these shoes. I struggled to maintain my balance as my shoes click-clacked against the concrete tarmac, but as I finally got back amongst students of my own year group, I suddenly realised I was breaking about a million school rules. The makeup I was wearing had gone way over the Year 8 limit of 'none' and the shoes were so far something that nobody in the whole school was allowed to wear. If there were any rules against stringy underwear or short skirts, I'm sure I was breaking those too. My only hope was to hide amongst a crowd of tall students so I could sneak out of school and out of the teacher's jurisdiction, where I'd hopefully find my friends and sisters and forget about all of this. How I'd explain my appearance to them, I'd have to figure that out along the way. But only four backwards steps into this plan and it was already falling apart, I backed into someone much taller and sturdier than myself and was instantly turned around by two strong arms and found Jenny standing in front of me with a rare angry look in her eyes. "Jenny!" I gasped, half relieved to see a friendly face, half terrified to see a teacher who knew everything about school rules. She crossed her arms and glared at me. "What is going on Ellie?" she asked "First I find out you're skipping classes on your first day, and now I find you're wearing more makeup than me and you're dressed like you're about to go clubbing!" she shouted. I ignored the confusion in me at the thought of skipping classes, because as far as I knew I'd been to every class on my timetable today, but Jenny seemed to know something I didn't. "There's been a mistake!" I stuttered out as a reply. "Oh really, would care to explain why you've made such a mess of your first day then?" she asked, her voice filled with sarcasm. It felt like the care and compassion that she'd given me since I came to the school had suddenly vanished, and I'd discovered a place that only a few people knew about, her bad side. Before I could even think of an answer, Vicki and Natalie barged through the crowd that had been attracted to the shouting, which included a couple of older guys who were looking at me and whispering something along the lines of "She's hot, who is she?" "What's going on? You're supposed to be dressed like my ugly sister!" Vicki shouted. "What?" Jenny turned her fury to Vicki. "You stole my ID!" I shouted back at Vicki. "What?" Jenny's fury turned back to me, even though I'd just pointed a huge guilty finger at Vicki. Vicki and Natalie then barged Jenny out of the way, without a care for her status and authority as a teacher, and then faced up to me. I couldn't do anything to stop the massive grin from forming on my lips as my eyes wondered onto Vicki's much-idolised breasts, and realised that they'd gone from being bigger than mine in the morning to smaller in the afternoon. She seemed to look at my breasts as I looked at hers, and an instant look of hatred and jealousy shot into her eyes, the total opposite of my proud smirk. She then lunged forward suddenly and shoved me with both her hands, and thanks to my new shoes and my untrained feet, I instantly lost my balance. Everything seemed to slow down as my feet tipped over and I started falling backwards, which caused a rush of fears and thoughts through my head. Chief among them was the sudden realisation of how exposed my bum was going to be when I landed, and whether my skirt would actually hide anything with its new length and my new underwear. The thought of hitting my head on the hard concrete tarmac didn't even come to me, even though that was probably the most dangerous of all. The stringy underwear was all that filled my head as I fell. I didn't realise until now how revealing the underwear was, as well as my skirt. With all the cold air breezing about my legs and my exposed bum, I practically felt like I was naked in front of a huge crowd. Thinking that Vicki was standing right in front of me just made it that much worse, if it was even possible to worse. Thank God I was saved. My head was a few feet from the ground when I saw her upside down as she barged through the crowd, grabbed me by my armpits, and then raised me back up to my feet. There was hardly a gasp of shock as Lucy appeared to rescue me, adding to her tally of heroic moments for the day. Nobody seemed to realise how close I was to splitting my head open in the middle of the school, and I don't think I realised until much later. "I thought I told you not to get into trouble," Lucy whispered in my ear as she stood behind me. Telling us to stay out of trouble was the last thing Lucy said to Lo and me at our lunchtime meet up, but I still hadn't listened. Well, I did listen. I stayed out of trouble, but trouble found me. Several more teachers arrived and then Jenny took control. "Right, the three of you are coming to the Head's office with me." She said. Everyone stood silent for a moment, until Jenny screamed "NOW!" Lucy gave me a gentle nudge from behind and then my momentum took me into the arms of Jenny. She placed her hands on my shoulders and started guiding me away from the crowd, with Vicki and Natalie being escorted by the other teachers ahead of us. I looked back at Lucy and she had the look of a disappointed mother as she shook her head and sighed, with Lo and Ashleigh appearing either side of her. "Want to tell me why you're wearing a G-string too? And how you've suddenly breezed through puberty?" Jenny whispered in my ear as my head was turned. My heart almost exploded when she mentioned my stringy underwear, because if she'd seen them then most likely everyone else had seen them too. "Oh crap, you saw them?" I asked, hoping that she was lying. "Relax Elle, I only caught a tiny glimpse. They could have been anything." Jenny said with a smile. She seemed to calm down after she realised Vicki had done something. "It wasn't my fault," I started pleading my case now that Jenny was listening. "They switched my ID so the changing machines would think I was somebody else" "That doesn't explain why you were in there and not at your scheduled class," Jenny said. "But my timetable says I had P.E last lesson," I said truthfully. "Does it?" she asked, and then reached for a piece of paper gathered under her arm along with a couple of folders. She held out the paper, which was a copy of my timetable, and then prodded at period six on a Tuesday where it said I.C.T, not P.E That couldn't be right. My timetable had me going to P.E, but she had a teacher's copy and that couldn't have been wrong, could it? "Did you really think we'd be that cruel and put you in a Rugby class with a bunch of older girls on your first day here?" Jenny smirked. Nobody seemed to care that I was in the lines for P.E, or when I was being mashed to bits as we played rugby, so I never felt like I wasn't supposed to be there. I just felt like I was crap at Rugby. I swung my bag off my shoulders and started unzipping it so I could show Jenny exactly what I'd seen on my timetable, but she placed her hand over mine and stopped me. "Don't worry Ellie, I trust you. I've seen what Vicki and her friends did last year, and this is almost exactly the same. You can be sure that Vicki changed your timetable so you saw what she wanted you to see." Jenny sighed, like she'd said that so many times before and was getting tired of it. I nodded slowly and breathed easy knowing that Jenny was back on my side, and had a feeling of eagerness as we approached the Head's office. I wanted to see Vicki and Natalie punished, but the Head was a fearsome beast and there was much more fear than eagerness in me as we reached the door to her office. "I'm sorry for yelling at you," Jenny whispered. "It's okay," I said, more concerned with seeing Mrs Dunne again. "And promise me you wont wear your skirt this high again," She lightly tugged at the hem of my skirt, which was half way up my thighs like a miniskirt and higher up than most of the girls I'd seen in Year 11. "I promise," were my last words before Mrs Dunne's aide opened the door and ushered us inside.