Thread: The Transformation of Sasha   (Dangerous Danielle & Prettyplaything)

This neck of the woods wasn't where Sasha, or the members of the popular clique, normally wandered off to. While she wouldn't necessarily be in trouble with her friends simply for being here, she felt awkward, and nervous to the point of paranoia, not so much for where she was, but because of whom she was looking to find there. In the clique, you were worth about as much as the people you were friends with, and being friends with people like Tessa meant you weren't worth much, Sasha knew that. Still, after all the rumours she'd heard about the dark haired girl, all the fantasies that'd been inspired by those rumours, and all the feelings she felt about Tessa, but also about herself, her identity and her sexuality, today's unexpected kiss had stirred something in Sasha, something she couldn't ignore - or at least, something she didn't want to ignore. At the very least, she wanted to know just why Tessa had decided to kiss her, and why now. They'd been in the same school for years, and only now that Sasha's place in the clique had become somewhat solid had Tessa decided to make a move. As she walked, Sasha imagined a thousand different scenarios that might unfold. She imagined herself confidently stepping towards Tessa and kissing her right back. She imagined Tessa putting her on her knees in front of her. She imagined being forced to lick Tessa's pussy while the clique watched and took pictures. With every step she took, the things she imagined became more explicit and more taboo, and finally, more dangerous and destructive. By the time she finally snapped out of her deprived reverie, the subjects had reached the level of taboo that wouldn't just be frowned upon by the clique, but the rest of the school as well, in all probability. It only underlined how hard she had to suppress her own needs, wants, ideas and overall personality just to fit in. Sasha had blindly continued walking, even after she'd passed the bike shed, until she'd reached the line of trees that stood between the bike shed and the sports fields - nearly the same place where she'd said 'no' to her then football team boyfriend after he'd suggested doing things in public, in the cover provided by those trees. It was the one time he'd suggested doing something kinkier than bedroom missionary, the only time he'd suggested doing something Sasha was actually seriously into, and the only time she'd said no - not because she didn't want it, but because she knew that if anyone had caught them, her life would have been over. She was so deeply lost in her own thoughts, that if Tessa hadn't called out her name, Sasha might have simply continued walking. But now that she stood eye in eye with the dark haired girl, she froze over - all of her fantasies and imaginations about how she'd confidently step towards the outcast girl proved to be just that fantasies. If just seeing the girl she was quickly developing a crush on wasn't enough to knock Sasha over, the outfit Tessa had put on easily did the trick Sasha couldn't believe how good Tessa looked, and barely knew where to aim her gaze. It only made it more difficult for Sasha to regain control over her feet. Even when Tessa gestured her to come over, it took Sasha what felt like an eternity to get moving again. Hey..., she said softly, smiling nervously, even breaking into an awkward, shy giggle as she came closer. She tried hard to maintain her composure and come off as confident, but instead, she appeared more like a 14 year old that had fallen under the spell of someone more experienced and more attractive. Right now, Sasha was nothing like the bratty, arrogant girl she pretended to be when she hung out with her 'friends'. She was just a teenage girl. She was approachable. She was vulnerable. So uhm... Hey..., she repeated her greeting even more awkwardly. I uhh... I... I liked... I mean... It's nice to see you again..., she continued, struggling to even find the right words - let alone appear confident. In a flash, she looked over her shoulders, still feeling slightly paranoid about being here and talking to Tessa. So uhhm... What's up..?