Saving Grace Part 2

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This is from my Pink n Prissy Collective series. All captions for this ongoing story are in order on my index page.

Grace watched Terri working away furiously at the touchscreen of the tablet with quiet admiration. The Pink n Prissy Collective's tech guru was like its leader Josie in that she was a certified tomboy, but where Josie was thick and muscular from hours in the gym, Terri was slender, passive and wore spectacles perched on her freckled nose.

“I know the other girls think I try way too hard with this,” Terri said without looking up, “but without me, the Pink n Prissy Collective wouldn't have a website,” she finished typing with a flurry, “or any of its best projects!” She beamed at Grace with satisfaction and looked down the corridor. “Any minute now...”

Both girls watched in silence as a figure pushed through the high-school's double doors dressed in platform heels, white knee-high socks, a knitted mini-skirt and a fitted cardigan.

“Someone's late...” Terri muttered and Grace realised that even though they were the only other people remaining in the corridor after the students had all gone to class, the new arrival did not acknowledge them at all. “Must be still getting used to the dressing process...” Terri nodded profoundly as if realising something. “He'll get used to it.”

“He?” Grace stared hard at the face of the oblivious newcomer. It was heavy with thick and clumsy makeup but she thought she saw the hint of an Adam's apple. Regardless, the outfit and cosmetics combined gloriously to make a creation indistinguishable to the untrained eye from a regular, albeit slightly slutty, female student. “You did this?” She stared in wonder at her friend.

“He did it to himself.” Terri's head was in her screen once more. “With a little help...watch!” They watched as the girl stumbled awkwardly on the platforms over to a locker and fumbled at the combination with long acrylic nails. Finally, the door was open and the girl was staring mesmerised into it. “Six inch flatsreen glued to the back of his locker.” Terri explained. “Programmed to show hypnotic suggestion of the feminising variety. He has seen it five times a day for the past two months – long enough for him to accumulate what he needs for his new wardrobe without questioning why. At end of day yesterday, I pulled the trigger. The video changed to activate his dormant thoughts so that we may witness his debut this fine morning.”

“So this is him now?” Grace marvelled. “He will just go to class? As a girl? Not knowing why?”

“For the most part,” Terri smiled as her, “except when the bell rings... Every time that happens, he will remember who he is and realise what he is doing...just long enough to be humiliated, but not long enough to do anything about it.”