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

Sasha may not have been familiar with the sexual dominance behind the tone, but she was more than familiar with the authority in Tessa's voice. It was that sense of authority that appealed to her so much within the clique, which at the same time made her life more complicated. With Mandi and her gang, there was nothing sexual to their authority, but it triggered the same feelings in Sasha anyway. Authority aroused her, and she felt heavily uncomfortable about the fact that she was supposed and expected to pass that same authority downward to those who stood below her in the social pecking order. Ideally, she'd rather wrap someone else's authority around her like a blanket, and feel safe and happy in its glowing warmth. Not to be someone's doormat thought, but to feel wanted, appreciated, strong enough to surrender, strong enough to take what was done to her, and most of all, to feel sexy and slutty, to some extent. Tessa's dominance instantly saved Sasha from her own awkwardness - she immediately relaxed somewhat, and obediently sat down. She felt relieved that she didn't have to talk or explain herself, and listened to what her forbidden crush had to say instead. Keeping her eyes level was an impossibility - if Tessa's cleavage hadn't drawn Sasha's eyes downwards, her subtly raised skirt and red thong would have - keeping Sasha's eyes in a constant state of flashing up and down, while her breathing and heartbeat slowly climbed. This time though, it wasn't out of nervousness, but out of arousal. For a moment, Sasha felt offended and tempted to interrupt in spite of the fact that she couldn't be herself around her 'friends', she did genuinely see Mandi and the other girls as her friends. Hearing Tessa call them silicone bitches felt bad and wrong, and for an instant, Sasha felt guilty for talking to someone who said these things. She'd never felt used by Mandi either - although the suggestion of being used by Tessa immediately erased any objections from Sasha's mind again. The next kiss didn't come entirely unexpected, but it still felt completely different from the previous one. The surprise kiss in the bathroom had felt like a kiss between equals this one didn't. This kiss felt more like Tessa claiming her somehow. It felt magical. After Tessa broke the kiss, there was little Sasha could say. She only looked at Tessa, feeling warm and glowy and overwhelmed. When she was ordered to show up at 7 that night, she could only nod. Picking out the right outfit took the entire afternoon. Sasha had her entire wardrobe spread out across her bed and floor, slowly narrowing down the selection, until there were just two choices left the first being a skimpy miniskirt she'd never dared to wear before because it was too short, a black lace thong with matching bra, a black top that she'd bought when she'd gone shopping with her 'friends' one day, and had said she'd return because it was slightly too transparent, but had secretly kept, and high heels the other simply consisted of cotton panties, skinny jeans, a t-shirt and a cute black vest. Sasha had put on the first, and stared at herself in the mirror for a long time - the reflection she saw made her feel hot and sexy, and almost good about herself. But then, she'd decided that it was too much, as doubt took over. Perhaps nothing would happen. Perhaps she'd still managed to misunderstand Tessa's words and intentions, and read too much into it. Wearing her jeans combo, Sasha showed up at the address Tessa had given her, at 5 minutes to 7. She didn't know what to expect, or even what to feel. She just knew that if Tessa hadn't sounded so convincing, she never would have had the guts to actually come.