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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and forced feminization. It is meant for adults only. Stop reading now if you're below 18. This story is a direct continuation of my two earlier stories set in the universe of Project Phoenix. Both of them are available here on FictionMania. Readers who are unfamiliar with them might want to read them first to get a better grasp of what's happening. I also would like to thank the readers who left reviews of my earlier two stories. I really appreciate them. Project Phoenix Part 2.3. Revelations By Meg [email protected] Hannah sat motionlessly peering at the clock, the cell phone in her lap. The display read 6:58 AM. She started counting down silently. The moment the clock turned to seven sharp she picked the phone and dialed Elisabeth Thorn's number. "Use the phone we gave you," she heard and the call was disconnected. "Shit," she cursed. "I'm getting sloppy." The techie girl told her to always contact Elisabeth Thorn, or anyone else involved in Project Phoenix, using the secured phone she gave her. However, security protocols were the last thing on Hannah's mind right now. The image of Caroline's hand kneading her roommate's breasts was still fresh, making her insides seethe. She had simply forgotten she shouldn't use her own mobile. She fished the secured phone out of her purse and dialed the number again. "Hello, Hannah," Elisabeth Thorn said. "Please, never call my cell phone again from an unsecured line. I don't have to tell you that such calls can be eavesdropped." "Hello, Elisabeth. I'm sorry. I'm a bit... disturbed." "I figured as much. You wouldn't call me at seven o'clock in the morning otherwise, now would you? I'm listening." "It's about Kevin. I was browsing the network last night and I..." Hannah paused, unsure how to say what she wanted to say without sounding unprofessional. "You've discovered she's got a gorgeous roommate and their relationship isn't exactly platonic?" "Yes, that's it, more or less. What's going on, Elisabeth? Should I worry?" "Nothing special is going on, Hannah. We keep our girls paired for a reason. We found that having a lingerie-clad hottie around throws them off balance, you see. Instead of planning revenge on us or groaning over their pitiful fates, they spend their evenings trying to get into each other's panties. Usually, they don't get that far. They know quite well what they would find in there, after all," Elisabeth chuckled. "Most pairs never go further than heavy petting. Even if they do, we don't intervene as long as whatever it is they do to each other doesn't interfere with their reeducation. To put it simply, it makes our job easier. Now, should you worry? I don't know, you tell me Hannah." "I'm sure you know that I've become quite close with Kevin. Can you make an exception in this case?" "I'll be blunt with you, Hannah. Forget about Kevin Barnett. He's dead, literally. You might want to check today's news, by the way. You should forget about Caroline Barnett, as well. You've got one more matter to take care of with her, and that's it. I, on the other hand, have very big plans for our lovely Caroline, and, forgive my bluntness, they don't involve you, Hannah." "What plans, Elisabeth?" "Now's not a good time to discuss them, Hannah. We'll talk about them the next time we meet. Now, please, don't brood over your loss, dear. You've lost nothing. I know you very well, much better than you know yourself. Even if I gave you Caroline afterwards, you would get bored with her after a week. She's becoming a very different person from the one you used to know. She'll be a woman, Hannah, a very submissive woman. Not a challenge for you at all." "I don't understand, Elisabeth. You said Kevin's mind would be left intact." "It is intact, Hannah. We just introduce several traits in our girls that are necessary for them to be... well, happy in the roles they'll eventually have to assume. Submissiveness is one of those traits. Some girls fight it, some don't. A very small percentage is able to overcome it successfully. Caroline hasn't started fighting yet, and according to the facility staff, even if she does, she isn't likely to be successful. Shortly, Hannah, you won't be able to recognize your former lover. She'll have Kevin's memories, she'll remember the moments you spent together, but she will be a completely different person. She'll be a demure, submissive young lady. You became this close, Hannah, because you had the same goal: uncover the Project Phoenix. Now that this goal is gone, you have nothing else in common. Think about it, Hannah. Ask yourself if you built your relationship on something solid. Did you trust each other? Were you honest with yourselves? Please, do yourself a favor and let it go." Hannah sighed. "Elisabeth, your rationalization sounds perfectly logical, but I'm afraid my emotions aren't exactly rational and I can't just let it go. Have you considered that you may be misjudging how I feel about Kevin?" "I've considered a lot, Hannah. Your feelings are nothing more than infatuation. Give it a few more days, Hannah, and think about it. Just make sure you consider the most important facts. Kevin Barnett is gone, and Caroline Barnett will be a stranger. Spend some time observing her, get to know that woman, and see for yourself if you feel about her the same way you do about Kevin. I, for one, am sure you won't. And one last thing. You are one of us now. Your feelings are important to me, I consider you a friend, Hannah. However, in the grand scheme of things, neither yours, nor my feelings are important. There's only one thing that matters: Project Phoenix. This has to be your focus now." "I don't know, Elisabeth. I'm not so sure about my focus anymore." "You have to be, Hannah, you have no other choice. There's no going back now. I will help you maintain your focus. I'll show you what can happen if we fail. I'll also show you what will happen if we succeed. I'll just need some time to prepare everything." "Prepare what, Elisabeth?" "We'll be taking a long trip, Hannah. Meanwhile, please concentrate on the task you were given, it will help you clear your mind. I'll stay in touch. Have a nice day, dear." Hannah sighed heavily and switched on her computer. She knew that Elisabeth was right, but her heart wouldn't listen to reason. If it really was only infatuation, what was that heavy weight she felt inside her chest? Why was her voice breaking when she was saying goodbye? Why did she have to blink to see the screen clearly? She typed 'Kevin Barnett' into the search box and waited for the results to load. She didn't even have to scroll down. The first item on the page made her blink rapidly. "Kevin Barnett, an accomplished investigative reporter, was killed on Wednesday 06.13.2018 in a car accident near his home... His body was positively identified by neighbors..." A teardrop rolled down Hannah cheek. Kevin was indeed gone. ****** Kevin was sure he'd had a wonderful dream, but he couldn't remember what it was about. He was lying in euphoric mood, half awake, half asleep, trying to recall the dream. He probably would've been more successful with it, if a host of delightful sensations hadn't been invading his senses from every vector. His drowsy attention was split between trying to recall the dream and basking in the pleasure. The skin on his legs was stroked, tickled, and caressed deliciously, in a continuous erotic massage. Every time he moved either of his limbs, the intensity of the massage skyrocketed, so Kevin kept shifting his feet minutely all the time. His chest, tummy, and back were receiving similar treatment, only somewhat less intense. His pelvis, hips, and buttocks were gently gripped by material that felt on his body like slick and slippery essence of paradise. His balls and rock hard cock, tightly jammed inside the silky tunnel of his panties, tingled pleasurably all the time. The thin layer of moist, scented velvet on his lips felt, smelled, and tasted like an everlasting, most wonderful kiss. Kevin knew what was causing these sensations. He also knew that he shouldn't be enjoying them. He was aware that continuing to do so could lead him to a place he considered revolting, alien, and frightening. Yet some part of his mind was finding the very same place powerfully tempting, attractive, and cozy. So Kevin made a compromise with himself. He would relish in the titillating, exotic sensations and explore that foreign place for just a little while longer. What harm could come from that? He knew, however, that the moment his eyes opened, he would start hating it all again with every strand of his will. He flashed a complacent, inward grin at finding the perfect solution. He shifted his nylon clad feet and moaned inwardly. Then he rubbed his lips together and swallowed. The lipstick tasted like ambrosia. Then he gently squeezed the warm, supple mound his left palm was resting upon. The soft, silky surface yielded to the pressure willingly. Something light and silky brushed the back of his hand and his forearm sensuously. He squeezed again, a bit harder this time. His fingers sunk into the tender, billowing heaven and stayed buried in it. Kevin felt something resembling a hard little pebble pressing against his palm. Once he realized what it was, his euphoria dissipated in a microsecond. He yanked his hand from underneath Charlotte's babydoll nearly tearing it open and sat on his haunches, pure horror in his wide open eyes. Charlotte was looking at him with tired expression on her face, her elbow on the pillow, her head resting upon her palm. "Another of those dreams?" she asked in a tired voice. Kevin swallowed. His heart started pounding again in his chest after a long moment of stillness. "Well, tonight I'm gonna make sure your little hands behave, Carrie." "I'm sorry, Charlotte! I'm really, really, sorry! I have no idea how that happened; I didn't do it on purpose!" Kevin's voice trembled as he tried to assure Charlotte of his sincerity. He was beyond terrified now, and felt like a total jerk. "I figured as much," Charlotte smiled faintly. "I..." Kevin stammered. "You're not mad at me?" "No, not really. I'm just tired. You kept me awake all night." She smiled a bit more brightly. "You know, it's quite amazing what you can do with your hands while you're asleep. Most people can't pull off stunts like that even when they're awake." "I won't let it happen again, Charlotte. Tonight I'm sleeping on..." "Just shut up, Carrie. We're done with this topic, you're sleeping in here. Besides, it's my tits you were playing with. If someone has the right to act all hurt around here, it's me. Now, pull yourself together, stop blushing, and go take a shower or we'll both be late." Kevin didn't move. He wanted to say something, but couldn't figure out what. He had already apologized. He had offered he'd sleep on the couch. He had no idea what else he could say to make the guilt go away. "Do you want me to shower first?" "Uh... no. I'll go first," he stepped off the bed and stood for a moment disoriented, trying to calm down his thoughts. Angry beeping of his PDA didn't help at all. Kevin sighed stepping into his pumps. He needed to take some clothes to the bathroom. He took two unsteady steps towards his dresser and realized that he'd need a fresh pair of stockings too. He started towards the wardrobe and stopped again after several steps. He had no idea what kind of stockings he should pick. He looked at Charlotte helplessly. "Just grab a pair of white panties, Carrie. I'll help you with the rest." Kevin mumbled, "Thank you," took the first pair of white panties he spotted, and entered the bathroom. The trick with cold water didn't work this time, probably because he wasn't aroused. He was just fraught with guilt and it turned out that cold water wasn't any good at washing that away. 'How the hell did it happen again?' he wondered shampooing his hair. All he remembered about the night was that he had had a very pleasant dream. He couldn't recall waking up or even opening his eyes for a moment. That he was capable of sliding his hand under Charlotte's nightie and fondling her breast the whole night without remembering any of it was disturbing. He had to make sure it wouldn't happen again. He squeezed some soap onto the sponge and started washing his arms. Charlotte had seemed adamant about him sleeping in the bed with her. He needed to figure out a way to convince her that it was a bad idea. If they slept separately, she wouldn't need match sticks to keep her eyes open throughout the day and he wouldn't feel like a piece of shit. 'For shit's sake! I'm actually trying to figure out how to ask her to let me sleep on the damned couch! What the hell is wrong with me!?' He glanced down to make sure his balls were still between his legs. He realized that his behavior around women had been totally unlike him over the last few days. He just couldn't say no to them. Even tinniest smiles or compliments made him blush. What was even worse, if a woman he found sexually attractive made a pass at him, or even looked at him in a way he interpreted as a sexual innuendo, he turned into a docile, aroused puppet. Anyone could just pick up the strings and make him dance to their tune. He had lost control over his actions like that at least twice during the last few days. First, Amy had used her charms to neutralize his defenses and snap the collar on him. Yesterday, Charlotte had managed to boss him around using a very similar set of tricks. At least Charlotte probably hadn't been aware of the effect her behavior had on him. Kevin stopped for a second with the foamy sponge hanging over his navel. And what if she had done it on purpose? What if she had known how he would've reacted? 'Nah, impossible,' he resumed showering. But the notion started sinking in. He recalled the sensations of their knees brushing together, of her fingers holding his foot, of his palms on her knees, of her nylon clad foot stroking his calf. Of her tender, marvelous breast surrendering under his palm. He started exploring possibilities. If Charlotte kept at it, it could lead to many places, and none of them seemed unpleasant. This time, the fact that his roommate had been a man didn't even flash though Kevin's thoughts. He also didn't notice that his nipples became erect, even though he was in hot water this time. He shook his head. 'Screw this. Tonight I'm telling her that I sleep on the couch and that's it. She won't drag me to the bedroom even with a heavy duty industrial crane.' Kevin wrapped up his shower. The sponge felt way too good on his skin, and together with his lewd thoughts, it began to stir up his arousal. He might need another shower, cold this time, if he didn't hurry. He hung the towel back on the towel rack and picked up the fresh pair of panties. As he stretched them between his fingers, his face started turning bright red. After a moment, he felt as if his whole body begin to blush at the prospect of putting them on. Kevin jumped towards the bin into which he had thrown his old pair of panties. They were gone. He looked at the pair in his hand with disgust. 'No way.' He opened the door to the bedroom and stuck his head in. Charlotte was no longer on the bed. "Charlotte? Could you please... help me?" She emerged from the wardrobe carrying a pair of white stockings. "What's up? Need help washing your back, Carrie?" she asked grinning. "Uh... maybe another time." Kevin stuck out his hand. "I've picked wrong panties. Can you get me a different pair? Something less... you know." Charlotte took the panties from him. As she and examined them her eyebrows rose slightly and brief smile crossed her lips. "What's wrong with them? They look normal to me," she said looking at Kevin seriously. "Come on, Charlotte. They're... I just can't wear them. Please?" She handed him the panties back. "Sure." In a moment, she was back with another pair of panties. Kevin threw the pair he had brought into the bin and examined the new one. The blood rushed back into his face like a hurricane surge. He glanced at the door then at the panties again. The pair he'd just thrown away was a string. A small triangle of white satin to cover his crotch, with several hair-thin straps attached. The pair he now held was a thong. Although it would cover some more skin, Kevin wasn't sure if it was any better. The strings were just totally sexy. The thong now stretched between his fingers was both incredibly hot and incredibly feminine. He looked at the door one more time and shook his head. 'Great,' he thought stepping into the thong. 'It just gets better and better. It's only third day and I'm wearing thongs already.' When the thong was around his thighs, he stopped and peered at his erection. "Listen to me, pal," he whispered in his soft, melodic voice. "We're together in this mess. We have to cooperate. Don't ever do that when I'm putting on lingerie unless you wanna meet your sister. Now down, boy." Kevin stood waiting for a good minute. Even though his speech had sounded like an erotic lullaby, his penis wouldn't go to sleep. Maybe because it sounded too erotic. He tried putting more assertiveness into his voice. "I'm warning you friend, you won't like her, and she won't like you. She hates crowds down there, you see. Plus, she's a real bitch, a praying mantis. She gonna bite your head off, and then swallow you whole. Very, very slowly. It will hurt, a lot." Still nothing. Actually, it felt as if his penis became even more rigid. Kevin decided to change his strategy. "We've been together for 33 years," he said in even softer voice. "How many babes have we screwed together? Throngs. It was fun, wasn't it? Let's stick together for another 33, friend. I'll find you even more hot babes to fuck. There's a whole planet of them out there, you know. We just gotta get out of here and they're ours. There'll also be wonderful, sloppy blowjobs, I promise. A whole lot of them. We just need to cooperate, and you're not helping. I need a clear mind if we're to succeed, so please, no more unexpected erections when I touch lingerie. Do we have a deal?" This time it worked. His dick started softening, and then became flaccid. Unfortunately, it made the task of fitting it through the hole in the panties somewhat difficult. Finally seating the thong properly, Kevin brushed aside his still drenched mane and reached for the hairdryer. Drying his hair was something new. Before his transformation, he had kept it very short and thorough toweling was all it took. That, of course, had changed. Like every other part of the transformation, his new hair was a major hassle. The lush golden locks kept tickling his ears, neck, shoulders, back, and front, and kept getting into his eyes. Brushing them aside or behind his ears seemed an exercise in futility. As soon as he moved, they just returned to their original arrangement. Now, with his hair wet, he could literally feel its weight on his scalp and shoulders. And, there was most likely nothing he could do about it. He suspected that if he tried to cut it, it would grow back after several minutes, just as his nails had. He put the dryer away deciding to leave his hair slightly damp. He figured that it should make brushing it later a bit easier. Before leaving the bathroom, he couldn't help stealing another glance at his pantied hips. Actually, the glance turned into a prolonged examination. The thong's nylon front clung to his pelvis like a layer of white, translucent paint. Its waistband rested very low under his navel, forming a concave line that reminded Kevin of skimpy bikinis that only the bravest of beach girls dared to wear. As he turned around, his eyes followed the sexy white string encircling his hip. It was a bit higher than the waist line in front, which gave his panties the look of a French-cut brief. 'French-cut, bikini thong?' he wondered grimly. Once he completed the turn, the reason for thong's name came into view. Kevin didn't remember the full name, but he was sure that either 'Feathered' or 'Feathers' was a part of it. The thong's back resembled a bird's silhouette with outstretched wings. It was made of multilayered chiffon that gave it the semblance of elegant white feathers. A multitude of pearly beads hung on short threads from its lower edges. Every time Kevin moved, they brushed against his skin and each another rattling quietly. The bird's tail section tapered down, and finally disappeared between his buttocks. It penetrated all the way down his cleft producing an extremely upsetting sensation, which Kevin for reasons he couldn't comprehend was finding erotic. He turned abruptly towards the door with the intention to change the thong for something less invasive. However, instead of stepping into the bedroom he approached the sink. 'I need to brush my teeth first. Who knows how long Charlotte is going to take in here,' he told himself blushing. "Wow, Carrie!" Charlotte grinned. "I knew this thong would look fantastic on you." "I'm changing it," said Kevin walking up to his dresser. "Why? What's wrong?" "It's... I don't feel too good in it." Charlotte took his hand and pulled him away from the dresser. She sat on the bed's edge and put her palms on his waist. "I wanna take a good look at you first," she said smiling. She peered for a long moment at his pelvis then slowly spun him around. Kevin's face was becoming hotter with every degree his body turned. Charlotte's warm palms resting on his waist, gently urging him around, held him riveted more effectively than any chain could. When his backside faced her, she brushed the beads, sending a wave of ticklish delight through Kevin's buttocks. "It tickles!" Kevin couldn't help laughing. Charlotte completed his turn and looked deep into his eyes. "Wear it for me. Please?" She still wore her babydoll and stockings, now with the addition of high heels. Kevin found himself caught in her gaze like a deer in headlights, yet somehow he managed to steal a quick glance down at the tops of her breasts. The fleshy mounds looked incredibly tempting trapped under the thin film of silky nylon. "Why do you want me to wear it?" "It'd help me get through the day without falling asleep. The image of those sexy beads brushing against your hot bottom will keep me very awake. Besides, I know you enjoy wearing them." She cocked her head, made a pleading face, and batted her lashes. "Pretty, pretty please?" "Now, that's funny. What gave you the idea that I might enjoy wearing these panties?" Charlotte's fingers crept slowly up his ribs in response. They looked like a pair of beautiful she-spiders with scarlet feet homing in on his nipples. Kevin gasped when Charlotte delicately pinched them. "These," she smiled biting her lower lip. Kevin blushed wildly. "They're like that because of... not because of the panties." "I'm sure your thong's had no small part in turning your cute little nipples into hard little pebbles," her smile widened. "You're wrong! It was cold in the bathroom." "Oh, really? Then why are they still like that, honey? It's hot in here, at least for me." Charlotte puffed up her cheeks and spun her head, sending her hair cascading around. The movement caused her breasts to sway slowly left and right. "Because... you're... pinching... them..." said Kevin staring down at her bust. "Oh," Charlotte squeezed his nipples a bit harder and then let them go. "In that case, I'm sure they'll quickly return to their normal state. Let's wait and see." "Look, Charlotte. You're trying to prove something that you just conjured up yourself. Just like last night. I don't enjoy wearing these panties, just as I don't like wearing stockings. You're wasting your time." Kevin set off towards his dresser. Charlotte sighed and made a sad face. "You sure? I thought we had stockings and lipstick covered." He stopped. "Lipstick? I don't remember us talking about lipstick." "We didn't. I kissed you last night while you were sleeping. You seemed to like it." "You... kissed me?" "Sorry, just couldn't help it." Kevin swallowed and looked at Charlotte trying to determine if she was bluffing. He was no better at reading her today than he'd been yesterday, but it wasn't important this time. The dream he couldn't remember confirmed that something had happened. Was it really her kiss that he'd found so pleasant? "I think... I would remember if you kissed me. Besides, what does it have to do with lipstick?" Charlotte got up and approached him slowly, her stockings and babydoll swishing quietly. "After I kissed you, you were licking my lipstick off your lips, making very happy noises. But don't worry," she put her left palm on his hip, the other behind his neck, and bent her knees a little so that their faces were on the same level. "It was nothing invasive. Just a light peck, like this one." When Charlotte's lips touched his cheek, Kevin froze. Her left hand shifted to the small of his back and pulled him closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her grip on his neck became firmer. Her babydoll was caressing his naked flesh delightfully. Kevin rose to his toes and closed his eyes. A quiet moan escaped his lips. Charlotte sucked on his cheek gently for long moment then let it out of her mouth with a wet smack. "Only last night I kissed you on your lips," she said still holding him close. "Will you wear the thong for me, Carrie?" Kevin wasn't entirely convinced that the thong would be staying on and between his buttocks until the moment her nylon clad calf started sliding up his leg. "Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top?" There was a glow in Charlotte's deep, blue eyes that made Kevin wish he could drown in them. He interpreted what he saw in her eyes as a promise of something he wanted very badly. And he didn't want much. Spending the day like this, held tightly by Charlotte, relishing in the closeness of her body, basking in its warmth, inhaling her scent would be more than enough. Then again, maybe he was wrong about what he saw in his roommate eyes. Nevertheless... "I will," he whispered between long, deep breaths. Charlotte's lips returned to his cheek, this time only for a brief peck. She mouthed 'thank you' and let him go. "Charlotte..." Kevin grabbed her hand and closed his eyes. "Would you..." This time he really felt like he was drowning. He was deep underwater struggling for breath, trying to swim up. Only the direction he considered up appeared dark, bleak, and dreary. Devoid of joy and sound. Empty and cold. Below, he could see a beautiful, glittering light beaconing him, attracting him with promises of warmth and bliss. He didn't have to do anything to descend there. If only he stopped fighting, he would just freefall into the light. But he kept struggling. Something this beautiful and tempting had to be a trap. "...forget it." "Come on, Carrie," she squeezed his hand, "just tell me." "It's nothing. Like I said, forget it." "I won't. You'll tell me tonight. Now you have to dress and I have to go to the bathroom. I've prepared some clothes for you," she pointed towards the bed. A white garter belt, a pair of white stockings, the skirt he'd chosen yesterday, and a top were laid out on bed's surface. On the floor by the bed stood a pair of pink strap-on pumps. He wrinkled his nose and looked at Charlotte uncertainly. "Why white stockings? I'd rather wear nude, if any at all. And why are those heels..." "Definitely white, Carrie. Trust me on this," she smiled disappearing in the bathroom. Kevin sighed and picked up the garter belt. Ten minutes later, he was sitting in front of his vanity mirror staring at the print of Charlotte's lips on his cheek. He glanced briefly at the closed bathroom door and then brought a finger to his cheek. He skimmed the tip over Charlotte's lipstick and sniffed it. Then licked his fingertip. He closed his eyes and sat for a long while concentrating on the taste. 'Bullshit,' he finally decided. 'Tastes the same as mine.' 'Cretin,' he added after a short moment reaching for the cold cream. Kevin looked at the lip foundation tube sticking from between his fingers for the fourth or fifth time, shook his head, and finally brought it to his parted lips. He made two passes over his lower lip, then rubbed them together and swallowed. "Lipstick," he said grimacing. "Laced with... lard." The grimace became more disgusted. As he continued, he couldn't miss the new sensations slowly spreading all over his lips. They were definitely feeling softer and more sensitive. There was also another, less palpable sensation. Kevin was nearly sure his lips felt and looked slightly bigger than they had before he began. After he finished, he took a good look at his reflection. The foundation became a barely visible, beige glaze on his lips. Although it didn't smell like lipstick, it still had the unmistakable scent of female cosmetic. Kevin wrinkled his nose unhappily and slid his gaze along the collection of lip liners. 'Now, which one?' He found two in various shades of pink and one light red that could pass for pink. He stared at their exposed tips for a long while trying to decide which he should use. "Look your best, she said," he murmured unthinkingly as he reached for the bright pink pencil in the middle. He glanced at his fingernails, then at the lip liner's tip again. 'Yeah, we have a winner.' Something stilled his hand when the liner's tip touched the middle of his upper lip. The foundation made his lips appear plumper; there could be no doubt about that now. He recalled that Amanda had drawn the outline just beyond the edges of her lips to make them look fuller. So if he did the opposite, his should appear smaller. 'Boy, am I smart,' he smirked inwardly making the first stroke. Kevin froze again when the bathroom door opened. Charlotte pranced in, wearing only panties, the black pumps, and a flimsy purple robe tied loosely around her waist. A wave of paralyzing embarrassment washed over him. Kevin was too horrified, to pay any attention to the wide plunging neckline of the robe. The thin pencil still touching his lower lip felt like a living flame on his fingers. His face, ears, and neck felt even hotter. The idea of continuing his makeup session with his gorgeous roommate observing mortified him. Kevin just couldn't shake the notion that Charlotte would burst into laughter the moment she noticed. Strangely, however, she completely ignored him. She approached her dresser, picked a garter belt, and then disappeared into the wardrobe without casting even a briefest glance in his direction. Kevin took a deep breath and continued, his hand feeling very shaky. He paused again when Charlotte exited the wardrobe. Still, she behaved as if he didn't exist. She sat on the bed's edge, put one of the black stockings she brought by her side, and started gathering the other. Kevin peered at her for a short while and then turned his attention back to his lips. He continued, casting anxious glances over his shoulder every now and then. A quarter of an hour later Kevin was done. The story was the same as yesterday. The taste and smell caused him to grimace with revulsion every few seconds. He was certain that Charlotte could sense his lipstick too in every breath she took. He closed the lipstick tube and examined his bright pink lips carefully. They were hot. He would probably say something more expressive aloud if he was alone. It was the third time in his life he had used lipstick on his own lips. His idea to reduce their fullness worked; they appeared even less prominent than before he had applied the foundation. Nevertheless, they looked irresistibly hot. How would they look if he had more experience and decided to enhance their fullness? He dared not think. He picked the same perfume he had used yesterday and applied it behind his ears, to his neck, and to his wrists. "Amour?" asked Charlotte. "Uh... yeah." "Hmmm, lovely," she cooed. "You should try Little Treasure. I simply adore it." "The one you're wearing?" "Nope. I wear Miss Missy for the day and Wild Thing for the night," she winked grinning. "You... always smell very nice," said Kevin, getting up. "Thank you," Charlotte rewarded him a small, grateful smile, as if she was slightly embarrassed by his compliment. Or, was she just flirting with him? It didn't matter, it made him feel good. He approached his dresser and opened the drawer with the myriad of chokers. There were quite a few in various shades of pink. Most had embellishments or decorations on them. Kevin chose the simplest he could find. A uniform velvet band in the shade of pink slightly darker than his lipstick and nails. He snapped it over his collar and picked his skirt. By the time it rested securely on his hips, his nipples were erect again. The skirt's fabric was very light and delicate, but it didn't stop its makers from lining the underside with that diabolical, titillating material. At least this time, only Kevin's pelvis and thighs were stimulated. The lining, aside from feeling quite pleasant, seemed to have no effect on his naked buttocks. Next, Kevin examined the blouse. It had a long zipper in the middle of the back and two tassels hanging on the left side in the front. He pulled the blouse over his head and reached back for the zipper. A moment later, he cursed quietly. The zipper had gotten stuck after sliding up only two inches. Charlotte put down her lip gloss and got up. "Next time, ask me for help, Carrie," she said as she stepped over to him. "That's what friends are for." She fiddled with the zipper for a few seconds and managed to unblock it. Next, she turned Kevin around and began fixing the blouse on him. She straightened the straps over his shoulders, then started pushing, pulling, and pinching the material in various places. Kevin had no idea what she was trying to achieve, and he wasn't very curious. Charlotte was right in front of him again, and her body managed to occupy one hundred percent of his attention. Ingeniously, the robe she wore was neither transparent nor opaque and presented her luscious body in the most mysterious and tempting way. The deep neckline showed only the sides of Charlotte's breasts; just enough to prove that she didn't need a bra to have cleavage. The delicate purple fabric draped her body and bust in a way that hinted very enticingly at the grade of goods one would discover after pulling on the loosely tied belt. The best part was how the robe interacted with light. If Charlotte stood at the right angle, Kevin could peek underneath. It was like looking through dense mist. Each time he squinted instinctively, a light smile crossed Charlotte's lips. Underneath the robe, she wore a white string, which looked exactly like the one he had thrown away earlier. It contrasted sharply with her black garter belt, sheer black stockings and black pumps. "I was sure you'd be fed up with my boobs after last night," she said smiling. "But you just can't seem to get your eyes of them." "Uhm... I'm sorry," Kevin mumbled blushing. He turned his head away. "Look here, Carrie," she showed him the tassels. "They act as a belt for your blouse. You need to tighten them up a little and then tie them into a bow on your left side." She proceeded to do just that. Shortly, a huge, elegant, fluffy bow stuck out above the blouse's hem. "You're jealous, admit it," she said grooming the blouse's hem. "Jealous?" "Yeah, of my boobs. You've just peeked at them again," Charlotte grinned, biting on her lower lip. "You really think... I'm jealous of your breasts?" Kevin looked at her incredulously. "That's the most ridiculous of your theories, Charlotte. I'm a man, I like looking at breasts. Especially if they're... err... Anyway, I'm not jealous." Charlotte examined his blouse carefully. "Lovely," she smiled complacently and set off towards the wardrobe. "We'll be returning to this conversation in more suitable circumstances." "What circumstances?" Charlotte only winked and giggled. "Catch!" she called throwing something at him. As the object flew towards him, Kevin was sure of only one thing: it was pink. His reflexes kicked in and he deftly caught it. He blinked several times examining the heart- shaped, pink purse. "Charlotte, you can't possibly..." "Sorry, Carrie!" she called from the wardrobe. "It's the only one that matches your outfit. Finish your makeup and pack your lipstick, gloss, and perfume." Kevin shook his head and threw the purse onto the bed. 'What the hell does she want me to finish? I've already finished the makeup. I only need to brush my hair and spray my clothes with perfume. Guess I have to pick a bracelet as well,' he thought grumpily. He returned to his vanity table and went through the drawers. He decided he had more than enough pink on himself. The only other color that would match his outfit seemed to be white or silver. He started scanning the contents of the drawer for a bracelet, preferably a thin one with a mat metal band that wouldn't look too girly. If he could find an invisible one, it would just be perfect. Something caught his eye, but it was neither metal nor simple. And it was very visible. Kevin was a bit surprised when his hand reached into the drawer. He tentatively picked it up and lifted it to examine it more closely. Excitement compressed his stomach as his eyes slid along the five rows of glinting pearls. When he squinted, sparkling, star-shaped reflections appeared all over the pearly band. When the clasp clicked around his right wrist, a very pleasant thrill ran down his spine. It was very similar to the one he had experienced when Amy had locked the collar on his neck. He spent a very long while staring at his wrist. It was delicate and feminine to begin with, and the snug bands of pearls glinting in the room's light only enhanced those traits. Part of him wanted to rip the bracelet off. Another part, much stronger and more assertive at this moment, stilled his hand. It kept his eyes transfixed on the bracelet and his gaze full of reluctant admiration. 'No one will notice,' he decided reaching for a hairbrush. "Carrie? Would you do something for me, please?" Kevin put the perfume bottle down and turned around. Charlotte was approaching slowly and sinuously, a sweet smile on her face, both hands hidden behind her back. "Uh oh," Kevin muttered. He just knew she was going to get him to do something he wouldn't want to do. "You see," she began, a pleading note in her voice, "I found these two pairs of heels in the wardrobe. From moment I spotted them, I couldn't stop wondering how they'd look on your feet, especially with the outfit you have on." She cocked her head slightly and batted her eyelids. 'Will you try them on for me, Carrie?" Kevin's gaze slowly slid down from her face, across her cleavage, to her extended hands. She was holding a pair of pink patent strapless pumps in her left hand, and a pair of pink sandals in the other. "Now way, Charlotte. I'll never be able to walk in them. They're like... seven inches!" "They're five inches, Carrie. Besides, I don't want you to wear them the whole day. I just wanna see how they'll look on you. Only for a minute or two." She took a step forward. "Pretty, pretty, pretty please with sugar and cherry on top?" She batted her big blue eyes again, much more slowly this time. Kevin again glanced at the heels she held again, then looked into her eyes. He knew that Charlotte could escalate her persuasion to the point where saying no would be at best very difficult. Even now, something inside him he couldn't comprehend reveled in the abundance of attention he was receiving. The very same part of him craved pleasing Charlotte. He needed to figure out what exactly it was that he found so compelling about her. Then, he'd have to dismantle it into pieces and neutralize each one in turn. Otherwise, he might end up doing much more than wearing thongs and stilettos for her. "Will it help if I kneel and beg?" She took another step forward. "Well... uh... fine," murmured Kevin. "But only for minute!" Charlotte grinned. "You're a sweetheart, Carrie. Come on, sit on the bed. I'll put them on for you." Kevin circled Charlotte making sure his front faced her all the time and sat on bed's edge. "Why are you holding your hand behind your back?" She tried to peek around as she squatted in front of him but Kevin twisted his body blocking her view. "Uh... a cramp," he said nervously. "A cramp?" she looked at him suspiciously. "Now wait a sec... you're blushing, Carrie." She reached behind his back and gripped his arm. "I wanna see." Kevin closed his eyes and held his breath. Again, he wished he could disappear. He expected to hear some derisive remark or at least a snicker, but the only sounds were Charlotte's breathing and the wild thudding of his heart. When he opened his eyes after a long moment of silence, she was holding his hand by the fingers peering intently into his wrist. "You're wearing pearls, Carrie," she said slowly. "How did you know?" "Know what?" "Oh," she cast him a confused glance. "I'm sorry." When she leant forward, Kevin held his breath again. He couldn't believe his eyes. Charlotte planted a gentle kiss on the back of his hand and looked into his eyes. "You should wear pearls all the time, honey. They look breathtakingly beautiful on you." Kevin opened his mouth but nothing came out. A half naked, gorgeous woman had just kissed his hand and complimented him on his choice of woman's bracelet. If his memory served him right, this was the most ridiculous situation he'd found himself in since turning eighteen. However, it wasn't the absurdity of the situation that made him speechless. The compliment and the admiration he could see in Charlotte's eyes stirred a flock of butterflies in his stomach. He felt like he should contradict what she'd just said. A woman's bracelet couldn't look beautiful or even good on his wrist. At the same time, he dearly hoped Charlotte would add another compliment to the previous one. "Thank you," he finally managed to whisper. "You're more than welcome, honey. Let's make you even prettier," she smiled lifting his foot. Shortly, his pumps landed on the carpet behind Charlotte. "Which do you wanna try first, pumps or sandals?" "Well... you choose." Charlotte put the sandals on the floor and extended a pink pump towards Kevin's feet. He gingerly slipped his foot inside, put it on the floor, and extended the other. "Could you take a little stroll over there, Carrie?" Charlotte asked pointing towards the empty space between the bed's foot and wall. "A stroll?" "Just pace back and forth a few times, OK?" she explained as she got comfortable on the bed. Kevin reluctantly started towards his stage. His first steps were very wobbly and insecure. The two additional inches and lack of straps made a big difference, and the soft thick carpet raised the difficulty of walking in five inch stilettos to a dangerous level. Every step felt like a game of chance. Charlotte lay on her belly with her chin resting upon her crossed fingers, her high heeled feet crossed nonchalantly in the air behind her. Her eyes followed Kevin like two spotlights. Kevin pranced extra carefully with eyes locked on his feet. His hands were extended to his sides for balance, his elbows tucked in, his slender fingers spread slightly, clutching at the air from time to time. He blushed furiously under his roommate's unfaltering attention, trying to understand how exactly Charlotte managed cajole him into starring in her a personal high heel fashion show. She stopped him after five or six rounds. "Just as I thought, Carrie," she said grinning. "You look devastating. Let's try sandals now, OK?" Kevin sat down and slid the pumps off. Charlotte picked the sandals off the floor and squatted in front of him. "Point your toes down, Carrie." Kevin took a good look at the shoe she slipped onto his foot and frowned. It had a thin, white sole and a slender five inch pink stiletto. Like the heel, everything else was in various shades of pink. There was only a single patent leather band encircling his foot a bit behind his toes. The entire back of his foot was confined inside a pliable heel, which had a long stain strap attached to its top. Charlotte was carefully coiling the strap around his ankle, smiling at Kevin from time to time. When she finished, she tied a neat bow on the outer side of his leg and proceeded to fit the other shoe. Kevin glanced at the two cute hearts dangling at the ends of the strap, sighed miserably, and looked towards his other foot until Charlotte was finished. As she looked up she asked, "Why haven't you put on gloss, Carrie?" "Well, Anna said we don't have to if we use glossy lipstick." "You're wearing Dar..." her face suddenly erupted into a bright happy grin. "What? Why are you smiling?" "I'll tell you later. Your lipstick isn't glossy, it's just very bright. You need gloss with it, Carrie." "You sure?" Kevin frowned. "Last time I checked my lips looked very glossy." "Don't move." She was back in a jiffy with lip gloss. "Say ah." Kevin sighed and opened his mouth. Charlotte cupped his chin gently and twice slid the glossy rod over middle of both his lips. "Rub'em gently, Carrie." After Kevin finished, she carefully examined his lips and decided he needed some more. Finally, she handed him the tube. "Simply delicious," she smiled complacently looking at his lips. "Pack the gloss, Carrie, and give me a good show," Charlotte prodded him gently. Kevin sighed again and set off towards his improvised catwalk. Two differences about his new footwear became obvious almost immediately. The sheer white stockings did a very poor job at hiding his pink toenails, which were prominently displayed for anyone who cared to look. Also, the sandals seemed a bit more comfortable than the pumps, probably because of straps. After a minute, Kevin realized with surprise that he could probably spend the day in these shoes without risking any serious injuries. He had imagined five inch heels would be way more difficult to manage, most likely because his previous experience with them included a short hobble between his ankles. 'Maybe it's not such a bad idea,' he thought staring at his feet. 'If I learn to walk in five inch heels and then escape in say four inchers, I'll have it much easier,' he reasoned. In addition switching to higher heels now would save him a few days. 'Only those damn nails... maybe nobody will notice?' Kevin subconsciously ignored another reason for wanting to parade around in five inch stilettos. The admiration painted all over Charlotte's face as she observed him and her happy smile were making him feel strangely elated. It was like a drug working insidiously at some very basic level. Some part of him loved it and wanted more. "Carrie, would you stop and face me?" Kevin did. Charlotte unhurriedly looked him up and down. Her eyes were sparkling. "I can't believe how lovely you are. Turn around, honey." "Now, please, move your right leg to the side a bit. A bit more. Perfect!" "Put your right palm on your hip... no, no. Keep the left by your side." "Look back at me." Kevin turned his head and looked at Charlotte over his shoulder. If he could read her face properly, the admiration was now replaced by reverence, or was it lust? He smiled tentatively as another flock of butterflies flew across his stomach. "God, I wish I could freeze you like that, Carrie," she said huskily. "Then I would coat you from head to toe with honey and slowly lick it off you." Kevin's imagination had no problem coping with the idea. Charlotte's eyes had been wandering all over his body and face. It felt as if a tiny spot of delightful tingling roamed everywhere she looked. The notion that it might be her velvety, wet tongue, made Kevin wonder for a brief moment what Anna would do to him if he didn't show up at nine. Or at all. He swallowed nervously trying to decide if he wanted to pursue that notion, and if so, how. "You gotta see yourself, Carrie!" Charlotte said excitedly grabbing his hand. "Come on!" She stopped abruptly halfway across the room and pushed Kevin onto the bed again. "I have an idea," she giggled. "Wait here, Carrie." A moment later, she kneeled on the bed behind him and started brushing his hair. "I've already brushed it, Charlotte." "I know. Just sit tight, Carrie. You're gonna love it." Kevin felt hair on the back of his head being pulled for several minutes, then something silky brushed his arm. He looked to his side and blinked several times. A wide, pink satin ribbon hung over his arm. As he looked, it jumped up and disappeared behind his shoulder. "What are you doing, Charlotte?" he asked with a hint of alarm in his voice. "Making you even prettier." Kevin couldn't see her face, but it sounded like she was grinning. "Just a second more." After another two or three minutes Charlotte pulled him up. The back of Kevin's head felt strange, as if something was constantly pulling on his hair. Something else was gently hitting the base of his head every time he moved. "Close your eyes, Carrie." "Why?" "Come on, close'em. I'll tell you when you can look." Kevin sighed and closed his eyes. He felt Charlotte's palm on his back as she gently pushed him forward. "Careful," she whispered. Judging by the smell, they entered the wardrobe. Charlotte stopped him shortly. "Don't look yet." Kevin sensed her straightening his skirt, then fixing his blouse. Standing behind, Charlotte had to wrap her arms around him to reach the blouse's front. Her breasts pushed into his back. They shifted slightly against him as her hands moved, feeling through his blouse like two big firm cushions crowned with rock hard buttons. Kevin concentrated on the wonderful sensation, whishing Charlotte would take her time. Unfortunately, she didn't. She was quickly done with his clothing and immediately started arranging his hair. Charlotte put her palms on his waist and leaned towards Kevin. "Open your eyes, honey," she cooed. The first thing Kevin noticed after opening his eyes were his lips. Finding them pink was no surprise, but now, with gloss applied, they seemed to be the brightest thing in the wardrobe. And the way they were slightly parted in bewilderment, probably the hottest too. Next, he noticed Charlotte. She was standing behind him, her awed face appearing over his shoulder. Despite wearing lower heels, she was still two or three inches taller than he was. Their eyes met in the mirror and remained locked for a very long while. She smiled at him warmly, shifted her palms back around his waist, and moved away a little as if she was showcasing her most precious trophy. "What do you think?" With some effort, Kevin broke the eye contact and slid his gaze downwards, pausing briefly at his slender neck hugged tightly by the velvet pink choker. His blouse had only two thin straps, which left his soft shoulders and arms completely exposed. It hugged his body rather snuggly all the way down to his waist, then flared in loose folds forming a slanted hem over the upper part of his skirt. The outer material was checkered pink and white taffeta, the lining felt like silk. Charlotte had tied the stitched belt quite snugly around his waist, clearly accentuating his wasp-like waist and womanly hips. The big, fluffy bow on his left side enhanced the feminine charm of Kevin's body even further. Kevin's eyes lingered for a longer moment over his chest. The blouse was designed for a woman with a bust; its front looked a bit odd on Kevin's flat torso. His imagination sprung into action completely on its own. A vision of the delicate fabric pushed out by breasts as big as Charlotte's flashed before his eyes. Although it was brief, a very disturbing impulse shot through his loins at the same time. Startled, Kevin quickly moved his eyes down. His skirt was an ideal match for the blouse. At the top, it adhered to Kevin's pelvis very closely, then the skirt dropped down in loose folds towards the middle of his thighs. The delicate white fabric of the skirt was decorated with pink rose buds. The roses formed vertical lines, which got wider going down until they reached the hem, where they touched each other, forming a complete circle. Kevin's glinting pink nails pinched the skirt on his sides delicately. His snug pearl bracelet contrasted sharply with the bright pink nail polish, enhancing the feminine slenderness of his arm. Down south, a pair of perfect, slim legs shimmered alluringly. The sheer white nylon hugged his skin tautly, forming whitish outlines on the sides of his legs. With some reluctance, Kevin had to admit that they looked at least as hot as Amanda's had in the yesterday's videos. The steep arch made his petite feet appear impossibly fragile and very pleasing. His sandals were hardly visible on his feet. Only the thin strips of pink leather behind his toes and satin straps hugging his ankles indicated that Kevin wore any shoes at all. The way Charlotte had wound the straps reminded Kevin of wide cuffs with cute bows in place of padlocks. The connotation sent another titillating thrill through his crotch. Finally, there were his pink toenails. In the brightly lit wardrobe, they glinted with the bright highlights like two rows of vivid light bulbs. The sheer film of his nylons only enhanced their allure. When Kevin's eyes returned to his face, his mouth was gaping open. A quiet, full of disbelief "Oh, shit..." was all he could muster. Charlotte's smiled widened. "Check the other side," she said spinning him around. The reason for the strange sensations on the back of his head became apparent at the first glance. Charlotte had arranged Kevin's hair so that roughly half of it dropped in front over his shoulders, and the other half cascaded in a golden blanket down his back. Then, she had braided some of it into a thick double ponytail, which now formed a loop bobbing and brushing against the back of his head at the slightest move. Crowning the loop was a huge pink bow, which must've been responsible for the pulling sensation Kevin experienced. The ends of the wide satin ribbon hung loosely from the bow's center, reaching the middle of his neck. Kevin's padded butt shaped the skirt's back into a pleasing heart-like bubble. His killer heels ensured that his ass was displayed way more prominently than the other day. Below his buttocks, where the rose adorned hem of the skirt ended, two lengths of slim, nylon-sheathed rapture began. Light painted two bright highlights on the back of his legs, running straight down across their middles like two fluorescent seams. They continued all the way to the floor, over the satin cuffs hugging his ankles and the glossy surface of his pink five inch stilettos. The stilettos themselves seemed to be a product of evolution rather than artificial items; they shaped and lengthened Kevin's legs in a way that only nature itself could have devised. He glanced once more at the pink bow woven into his hair and slowly turned his head towards Charlotte. "I... shit... it's impossible..." Charlotte put her palms on his shoulders. "It's no illusion, Carrie. This lovely, sexy woman in the mirror is you. Look again if you want." Kevin looked back hesitantly. The image in the mirror made him recall Anna's words. At this particular moment, it felt so good to be pretty. It felt even better looking into Charlotte's deep blue eyes and finding genuine admiration deep inside them. Her blissful smile felt like a gentle caress of a thousand feathers. Stealing occasional glances at her magnificent... Kevin frowned. "Charlotte... I think something happened to your... uh... breasts?" She took a deep breath. "Sorry, Carrie. I guess... I got a bit carried away looking at you." When he looked up, he was nearly certain Charlotte's face looked slightly flushed. "Carried away?" "I just find you..." Loud, high pitched beeping sounded in the bedroom. Kevin blinked in surprise. "Something about clothes again?" "Much worse," Charlotte pushed him through the door. "It's ten to nine! Sit on the bed Carrie, quickly. I'll change your shoes." "You don't have to," escaped from Kevin's lips before he even knew he was going to say something. "What? You can't go out in five inch stilettos on your second day. Sit down now, Carrie!" "I'll be fine. What about you? You're not even dressed yet. Will they... hurt you if you're late?" Kevin looked at her worriedly. Charlotte parted her lips in astonishment. "You... worry about me?" She cupped his cheeks tenderly and leaned towards his lips. Kevin swallowed and parted them expectantly. When he was about to close his eyes, Charlotte froze. "I don't wanna ruin your lipstick, honey," she whispered. She twisted his head gently and planted a wet, lingering kiss on his left cheek. "Don't worry about me. It's my fault we're both late. Let's change your heels now." "No. I..." Charlotte smiled. "What?" "Nothing." He grabbed his purse from the bed and packed his PDA. "Carrie, wait." Kevin stopped in the doorway and looked back. "Hurry back after your classes. We have a date, remember?" His eyelids fluttered furiously. "O... OK." He turned on his heels and was gone. Exactly twelve seconds later Kevin reappeared in the doorway. "Forgot the gloss," he answered Charlotte's questioning smile blushing. "And Charlotte? I wanna make one thing very clear. I don't enjoy wearing these heels," he pointed at his feet. "They're uncomfortable. These straps itch. And they're pink. I don't like them at all. You remember that, okay?" "I'll remember that," she said with roguish smile. "At least for an hour or two. After that you'll have to remind me." Kevin gasped in surprise when another lingering warm kiss landed on his cheek. This time Charlotte chose the right one. "I can still change them for you if you want," she said smiling. Kevin squeezed Charlotte's hand, rose to his tiptoes, and impetuously gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I... better hurry," he stammered blushing. He slipped deftly from her arms and left. Charlotte remained for a long moment in the doorway smiling dreamily. Then her expression changed radically. "Oh, shit!" she hissed hurrying towards the entrance. She called after Caroline and waited. When no reply came, she ran back to the bedroom as quickly as her four inch heels allowed. She grabbed her PDA, retrieved the stylus, and scribbled a short message. "Please, darling, read it," she whispered anxiously hitting the send button. Kevin rushed along the corridor completely forgetting that he was wearing five-inch heels. His heart was racing. His thoughts were in turmoil. He kissed Charlotte. No, he didn't kiss her. He wanted to kiss her, but instead he just brushed her lips and ran. Why? Why hadn't he pushed her against the wall for a proper kiss? Like a real man would have. 'She's a guy.' The moment he thought that, he knew it wasn't true. The truth was that he'd behaved like a woman. Actually, not even a woman. A shy schoolgirl, who finally mustered the courage to show her affection for her sweetheart. His PDA beeped quietly, interrupting the disturbing thoughts. 'Shit, I know I'm late,' he frowned trying to increase his pace even further. "Shit!" his hands shot forward as he stumbled, discovering the speed limit for his new footwear the hard way. After regaining his balance, he took a deep breath, then another, and brushed away the several loose strands of hair that fell over his face. He clutched the handle of his purse and continued slower, observing his high-heeled feet with newfound respect. He was now too concentrated on maintaining the balance to question why he was so determined to get to the gym on time, while what really wanted to do was head back to his room. No, not just to his room. To Charlotte. "Sorry, I'm late," he squealed, trying to catch a breath. Anna turned towards him with a scathing look in her eyes and opened her mouth, but nothing came out. In a blink of an eye, the expression on her face changed from scorn into stupefaction. Moments later, she was looking him up and down, with curiosity and approval, delight even. "Aren't you forgetting something, Caroline?" she asked with a faint smile. Kevin's mind reeled. He had no idea what she might want. "Good morning, Caroline." "Oh... good morning. I'm sorry..." "That's not how pretty girls greet their teachers, sweetie." Her smile widened a bit. Kevin swallowed and pinched his skirt. "Good morning, Anna," he said curtsying. "That's more like it. Now, come closer, sweetheart." Kevin's heels clicked more loudly than they ever had before. Each step seemed to echo off the walls like a rifle shot. He was certain he'd never been that self-conscious in his entire life. In his mind's eye, he could see the ridiculous hearts at his ankles bobbing prettily. He could feel the bow on the back of his head tugging gently at his hair. "That's enough," Anna stopped him. "Turn around for us, sweetie." Kevin meekly complied. By the time he finished his turn, his face was burning with shame and embarrassment. That was to be expected. What he didn't expect and couldn't comprehend was his quickly growing excitement. Anna's approving smile and girls' lecherous stares felt surprisingly good. "You've just scored a lot of points with me, Caroline. You look fabulous," Anna said with an appreciative smile. Despite his best efforts, Kevin couldn't find mockery in her voice. "And you, girls," she turned towards Sophie and Grace, "should take a good look at Caroline. Her present looks are a perfect definition of adorable by my standards, and that's something I want you to strive for." Sophie and Grace seemed more than happy to study him. Anna turned back towards him. "Normally, I would punish you for coming late. But since the reason of your late-coming is so lovingly evident," she winked at him, "we'll skip it this one time." As Kevin looked up, he could see that Sophie had bitten her lip and dropped her head. Grace stared at him, her lips pressed tightly together, apparently doing her best not to laugh. He looked back at Anna, puzzled. 'What the hell? Why say I'm looking nice and then make fun of me?' "Next time, for each minute of delay you'll spend five on your knees in the corner, sweetie," she pointed towards one of the corners, "watching your friends practice. For every minute of practice time you miss because of your punishment, you'll have to do five in your free time. That, of course, applies to all of you," she looked meaningfully at Sophie and Grace. "Are any of you girls good at math? Caroline is eight minutes late. How much time on her knees would that get her?" There was a short moment of silence. "Forty minutes?" Sophie asked uncertainly. "Exactly. And how much of her free time would she have to devote to practicing then?" Kevin took a deep breath. "Over three hours," he said. "That's right. As you can see, coming late is bad business. Make sure you know how much time you need in the morning to doll yourselves up and get up early enough. Use the alarm clocks on your PDAs if necessary. Oh," she winked at Kevin again, "and be sure to add a few minutes to your morning schedules for any unexpected delays." 'And what the hell is this supposed to mean?' Sophie was staring at him with a wide smile. Grace's smile appeared a bit restrained, but she too seemed unable to take her eyes off his face. It looked lik