Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep22

MONDAY FEBRUARY 3RD: Getting Noticed

The day began early as I spent way more time than I usually do getting ready. I wanted to look presentable for Karen. I put on beige thigh highs, and with my short skirt anyone could see exactly what style of nylons I was wearing. I was surprised that my legs looked pretty sexy all sticking out like that, the first of many surprises that week, when Karen appeared in my doorway a few minutes before eight. She was wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, cheerleaders being the only girls who were allowed not to wear the school uniform, along with dark beige thigh highs with the lace tops in clear view. The red and white school colours were brought more to life contrasting like that with the dark beige stockings. She came in and without any sort of greeting said, "Take off the skirt and top, I have your new outfit." She handed me a bag.

I opened the bag and saw the cheerleading red skirt and the usual tight white t-shirt with short red sleeves, and the word 'Trainee' on the back. I started for the bathroom to change when Karen demanded, "No put it on right here." "OK," I said and quickly switched skirts. I then took off my blouse and put on the new t-shirt, which was very tight and showcased every curve of my breasts, just like the skirt was doing to my hips and butt. I looked in the mirror and my mouth dropped open. "I can't wear this to school!" I gasped.

Karen said dismissively, "You look good, hot actually. Especially those legs." She then said, "But let's make this even hotter by putting your hair in pigtails. Enhance the innocent look even while everyone's admiring your hot little body." "Pigtails?" I asked.

"Yep," she said, and in a flash my hair was in pigtails held by little red-and-white scrunchies. As she finished my make-over she breathed into my ear, "You're going to be one hot little lez trainee for me, aren't you?" A light moan escaped my lips as I responded quietly, "Yes Mistress Karen."

Karen then grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where my mom saw my new look. She gave a long, puzzled look before she asked, "Sweetie, what are you wearing?"

Mistress Karen turned on the charm and explained, "Hi Mrs. Wyatt, I'm Karen; Jenny has decided to try out for the cheerleading squad and this is her trainee uniform."

"She has?" my mother questioned with a completely mystified look on her face. "My daughter wants to be a cheerleader?"

"Yes I do, Mom," I confirmed, "Isn't that ok?"

My Mom quickly recovered from this extreme fashion and social change in her daughter and she reassured me, "Oh no, no honey, it's fine. It's just a bit of a surprise."

Karen slyly added, "Oh, Jenny is full of surprises recently, aren't you, Jenny?"

to my prudish mother. Luckily Karen said only, "Nice meeting you Mrs. Wyatt, but if we don't leave now

reached the car, Karen confided,

of her in any way other

"and you look

chill went up my spine as I realized she had just given me a compliment on the sly. I got in Karen's car and sat there silently as she put the car in Drive. I waited patiently for her to speak, but she stayed silent as

the silence as she asked a bit pretentiously, "So my slave, are you ready

her, stared actually, at her pure beauty, and answered her question with an immense amount of trepidation, "Yes,

convincing, my little

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click

I began, "Last week, my life made sense. I went to school, sat with my couple of friends and lived a simple wallflower life."

life as a ghost.

popular isn't all people think it is. It turns you into someone you aren't.

said, my hand setting down on

gave it a squeeze, and shared, "People only see what they want to see, and I think that's true for both of us, just

a really warm feeling for her as I

light went green, she let go of my hand and said with a smirk, "Okay, we're both human, even me. Don't think that means I won't use

Karen," I replied, but with

legs, but we can't do that

nothing more," I flirted back, with a slight tone of frustration of my own. I didn't even