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

The popular girls' clique was probably the most unlikely one for Sasha to belong to the clique was heavily hierarchical, while she was a free spirit it emphasised style and appearance over substance, while she looked for meaning and purpose. The rules and mores of the clique were so suppressive and tyrannical that one would wonder why anyone would want to belong to it, and still, Sasha tried, and had been trying for years, to be a part of it. Of course, being in with the popular girls had its perks - there were the parties, the access to inside intel on upcoming tests and exams, and the bulletproofing from any kind of bullying or social attacks that came with the membership of the clique. All that Sasha had to give up in order to receive these and other benefits, was everything she was. Mandi was the undisputed, uncontested, unquestioned leader of the clique. There was no agreed upon name to them - they were just 'friends' that liked to 'hang' together. Of course, it was just like any other autocratic power structure there was one boss, then there were a couple of intimates, and finally, there were the followers. And no matter how hard she'd been trying, Sasha was still only one of the followers. The rules were strict and clear designer clothes only, don't be a prude or a virgin, but don't be too slutty either, don't try to be more popular than Mandi, don't be prettier or hotter than Mandi, and don't be a dyke, or a desperate slut. In the clique, there were only two sexual orientations either you were normal, or you were a desperate dyke who only had sex with other dykes because you were too pathetic to score a hot guy, and had no self respect. Being somewhere in between prude and slutty wasn't easy either - less than one boyfriend counted as prudish, but more than two counted as slutty. In high school, it was amazing that anyone could cope living within such a straitjacket society, but for Sasha it was perhaps even more unbelievable. Sasha had realised she was somehow different long ago. She'd always been more open towards others, more accepting, more tolerant, more curious and more adventurous than the other girls in the clique. From a relatively young age, she'd been more curious about her own sexuality, and more willing to explore it. Whenever the subject of masturbation came up within the clique, Sasha found herself forced to lie about the moment of first discovering it, as well as the frequency of doing it. She'd discovered it at age 9, while the average for the clique was 14. So she'd discovered it at 14. She did it once or twice a day, while the average for the clique was once a month at most - since more than that was just desperate and pathetic. So she did it once a month at most. Even Sasha's first time had been a sham, and something she hated herself for. It'd been about a year later than she would have wanted, with just about the last guy she would have wanted it to happen with. Still, he was one of the medium popular, medium attractive members of the school's football team, which was perfect for her a guy not so popular or hot that Sasha risked putting off Mandi, but not so inconsequential or of low social tier that she risked being ridiculed by the clique for it. Sasha had gone on dating him for months, without having any feelings for him. The only thing it made her feel was used, with very little positive or kinky connotations to it. Still though, it had rarely been more clear to her that her ideas and visions really didn't align with the clique's when it came to how inferior girls were to be treated - most of all when it came to Tessa. According to the clique, and mostly to Mandi, Tessa was both wealthy and attractive, but still didn't care about being popular, in or otherwise liked. Moreover, there were persistent rumours that Tessa wasn't even into guys. Of course, what was really atrocious was the fact that such an attractive, well off girl didn't feel like answering to Mandi and her gang. With the clique's top churning out rumours to try and damage the girl, the followers were expected to give the alleged dyke the stink eye, the silent treatment, and the occasional bully-ish blow. And the more the clique had realised that attacking Tessa wasn't always without consequence, the more it was left up to the followers to do the dirty work. Sasha had always had different feelings towards the dark haired, deviant girl though. To Sasha, Tessa was everything she secretly wanted to be, or wanted to be with, but couldn't be with. The secret desire, the forbidden attraction. The more the clique told her to shun Tessa, the more Sasha gravitated towards the idea of submitting to her. The more flagrantly they attacked Tessa, the more Sasha sympathised with her. The more they said Tessa was a dyke, a slut and a whore, the more Sasha fantasised about one day being alone with her. That particular day's lunch break had been the same as any other. After a light, low-calorie lunch that had once again left already quite body-conscious Sasha starving, there was a mandatory bathroom break to touch up make-up and straighten out clothing. If Sasha hadn't taken about a minute longer to relieve the pressure she'd been consciously building up in her bladder than the other girls, perhaps Tessa would never have caught her alone. When she did, Sasha felt like a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck. It was a simple fight, flight or freeze response - suddenly faced with the girl she'd been secretly fantasising about, and that she thought could and would never know about her thoughts and feelings, Sasha just froze. Unable to say anything, she didn't even resist as the more daring girl pressed her back against the wall. Seeing how Tessa pouted her lips, and came in closer, Sasha immediately knew what was about to happen. She wanted to scream something like 'No, wait!', but before she could, her lips were already locked with the inferior girl's. The kiss only lasted a moment, but it felt like a blissful eternity to Sasha even if it was the kind of eternity that made her heart stall, her blood freeze, her breathing stop and her palms sweat. All of Sasha's dirty, little secret fantasies suddenly came into focus, and made her realise that this was more than a passing craze at the very least, she had a heavy crush on the forbidden, deviant girl. Before that realisation could even begin to sink in, Tessa had already broken the kiss, and called her a sweetheart. Even after just having used the toilet, Sasha felt like she could wet herself from sheer nervousness. Trembling slightly, and somehow out of breath, she found herself unable to move for what seemed like another eternity. Only when Danique, another clique girl, suddenly burst in to the bathroom where only Sasha remained, she managed to snap out of her trance. Quickly moving to one of the sinks, the overwhelmed 17 year old washed her hands, and tried to touch up her make-up without making it obvious how confused and aroused she felt. It took every last bit of strength and courage Sasha could muster to get through the rest of the day without committing any faux-pas . Several times did she see Tessa, but with other girls from the clique sticking around, there was no way she could interact with the girl that had kissed her without seriously damaging the social status she'd worked so hard to build. Only by the end of the school day, when all of her 'friends' had either gone home or gone with their boyfriends, did Sasha have the opportunity to look for Tessa again. She knew that the forbidden girl often liked to hang around towards the far end of the school's bike shed, where there was no supervision or security camera coverage. The 2 minute walk from the school's main entrance took Sasha well over 15 minutes. Part of her was hoping Tessa would be long gone part of her was hoping to finally get to talk to this outcast, potentially dangerous, intoxicatingly beautiful girl.