Introduction: This is a story in different part
This part is a bit long in order to set up the characters and background.
At the end of each part, I will end up with a poll, allowing you to choose an element for the next part of the story
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« Dear students ! The School Spring Festival will be held in a few weeks ! “ was written in golden letter on a huge poster. “Come and enjoy the performance of our most talented pupils! Music, dance, comedy show!” teased the following sentence, before the final words which would convince anybody else: “Free food and beverage for the audience!”. This appealing program was print on a pink poster and dozens of copies were displayed in each corridor and classroom. The Spring Festival was the main event held in the school: every year, the pupils who attended to a club could take the opportunity to show their skills on stage, in front of their friends, other students and families.
As she passed her way through her classroom, Heather had butterflies in her stomach every time she saw one of those posters. She was a regular girl, 5’6 with shoulder length light brown hair. Her attractive figure would drive the other girls envious: she had a light golden skin nourished by light tanning, lovely c-cup breasts, a skinny waist above delicate hips and a thick butt. Anybody who stared at her blue eyes would immediately fall under her cute charm, especially when she drew a little smile on her lovely face!
She was the definition of the “perfect precious girl”. She always looked prim and proper, as she always walked with a perfect posture, spoke in a proper manner, would never dress in a provocative outfit and looked like she fell in an ocean of good manners when she was a baby. Even when she wore a skirt, she would always sit perfectly and show absolutely nothing, despite of the desperate efforts of the boys to take a look and see what kind of under-treasure was hidden under it!
At school, Heather was the teachers’ pet: she was listening, taking notes, asking questions. She always managed to have good marks too, and every time they needed a volunteer, she joyfully put her hand in the air. However, such an arrogant behavior grew in her mind: she had no problem putting other girls in their place, outing them back by depreciating them and telling them to grow up by thinking about other things than boys and leisure. Of course, this scornful behavior and her attitude in class drove many of them jealous and angry at her, but would not do or say anything, as she was highly considered by the teachers and club presidents.
Consequently, Heather’s mother, Christine, had decided to motivate her to participate in some club as she felt concerned by her daughter’s sociability. This was the reason why Heather participated in several “girly activities”, not really with any motivation. Except for ballet club: it was so natural for her! She enjoyed the beauty, the difficulty in mastering the move, but the satisfaction of the result: the pomp and ceremonial aspect, the beautiful outfit, seeing the stage as her kingdom. The other girls would speak to her without looking mean or scornful, even if they had difficulties in hiding their envy and jealousy on their face. At least, Heather had the illusion of a normal social life!
However, this was just an illusion. The main problem with Heather was her mother. Christine had raised her to be the perfect lady, She had always looked at her, teaching her good manners and working on her lessons instead of playing around with other children. Things got worse when Heather begun dancing lessons at the schools’s ballet club: seeing it as an opportunity to show to the whole world how perfect her daughter was, Christine had turned into an obsessive stage-mother. She was quite taller than her daughter, was a single mother and consequently paid attention to still looking gorgeous and attractive: she hard long blonde hair often put in a ponytail, was a bit chuby, and was not afraid to wear “young style” clothes: colorful dresses, skirts, make up, as if she still wanted to be a young girl despite of being 38.
She was completely obsessed by the Spring Festival as it was the best opportunity for her to display her daughter in all her pride and “ladiness”! She was determined that her daughter get the best position in the ballet show, the highlight of the evening. To reach that goal, she was willing to go to any lengths to make it. For example, she gave a lot of extra money to the dance teacher so she would spend more time focused on Heather’s moves but one day, when she surprisingly attended to a lesson, she found out that the teacher was not focused enough. She gave some extra cash and magically, it was like all the other girls at the club suddenly disappeared from the teacher’s pointo f view!
Things got worse, though: scared of the growing rivalry between Heather and other dancers, Christine decided to keep that annoying opposition at bay. She didn’t hesitate to send anonymous letters to the least strong girls, claiming “You are the worst dancer ever, even an elephant is more graceful”, which removed some competition. Slowly, she came further: she would spread gossip through the school in order to attack the reputation of one girl, she would sabotage the floor under another one so she would break her leg and would have to give up the competition… She even managed to get rid of the strongest opponent, Lauren, the day they chose the the main dancer for the ballet. Lauren and Heather were the two remaining candidates, and Christine did not hesitate to put some laxative in Lauren’s energy drink. She giggled a bit when she saw her drinking her beverage completely, and struggled to nut burst in laugh when she saw the poor girl’s face melting in pain and embarrassment during her routine, before she gave up and rushed to the bathroom surrounded by embarrassing noise and smell!
Finally, Heather was the only dancer remaining for the leader position of the show: Christine was already anticipating the moment, while Heather was shared between joy and apprehension: both of them saw the Spring Festival as the pinnacle of Heather’s scholarship, and so they were preparing it in order to not leave any incident coming!
Two weeks before the show, the preparations begun. Heather and Christine came to the school gym, where the stage and the dressing room were already in place. It was the day for the main dancer to get measured for her outfit! They were joyfully talking and smiling, a light-hearted atmosphere which quickly disappeared when they arrived in the dressing room and fell on Ashley.
Ashley was Heather s’ nemesis, her worst enemy at school. She was her opposite: blonde, small, skinny. She had been in the same class as Heather for years, and could not stand her at all: since the first day, she had smelled all the fakeness behind Heather and did not fall under her charm. The relationship between them was really cold, until the day Heather publicly had an argument with her, which resulted in putting Ashley in detention for a day and be isolated from other people as everybody had some admiration for Heather. Since that day, Ashley was obsessed with finding a way to have a good public payback! On top of it, Lauren the dancer was Ashley’s best friend, and was so sad about what happened to her friend…Until she noticed the laxative bottle falling from Christine’s purse the day of the selection! Furious, she thought that she should strike by spoiling what was supposed to be the best moment in the life of these two monsters: the ballet!
She was all the more convinced by that idea since she was chosen to be the chief costume designer for the festival: consequently, she was in charge of the measurement and the selection of costumes. This was the reason why the three ladies were now facing each other, in a cold atmosphere. “H-Hi Ashley”, Heather shyly said. Ashley did not reply at all, staring at hear from head to toes: she was wearing black yoga pants, pink sneakers and a very long grey shirt, so long that it looked like a minidress.
“Stand up on the platform” she dryly ordered, as the dancer executed it by standing on a small wooden platform. “Now, take off your shoes!” and so Heather did. Ashley then grabbed her tools and began measuring around her chest, then her neck. She carried on measuring around her chest and then her hips: “Can you raise your shirt up? I cannot be precise with that thick fabric!” she asked. Heather felt a bit nervous: she felt like an animal and was a bit uncomfortable hearing that request. She obeyed and lifted it up.
It was at that moment that Ashley’s eyebrows raised with surprise: Heather’s round butt was stretching out the fabric of her black yoga pants, turning them scheer enough. As she approached to measure her, she suddenly discovered that Heather was wearing:
/////////Choice time!/////////////
1) Granny panties
2) A thong
3) Bikini panties with embarrassing caption or pattern
4) Satin bikini panties
5)Anything else