Tales of the Unexpected - Jen & Kate by SDS
Tales of the Unexpected - Jen & Kate by SDS
Story by SDS, I just copied posting as is with no edits.
Re: Tales of the Unexpected - Jen & Kate by SDS
SDS
4 -Tales of the unexpected – Jen and Kate
Thu Apr 5, 2012 3:30pm
Schizophrenia, the mental disorder were the mind exerts multiple personalities. Such well known cases include that guy from me, myself and Irene and everyone’s favourite impression our loveable lord of the rings character Gollem/Smeagal in reality it’s more of a serious condition but for this story it will be dramatized.
Jennifer had been aware of Kate from a early age, when she was little they used to be best friends, inseparable you might say. Kate was always the one pushing Jen, telling her to stand up to the bullies, to demand things and if she didn’t Kate did it for her. As she grew older this turned out to be a problem, when your child keeps screaming “it was Kate not me” alarm bells ring and they found themselves at a physiatrist, to cut a long story shorter Jennifer was educated and given some medication to help control Kate.
It all started one chilly and storm lit night, as for total dramatic sequences go this one was pretty good. Jennifer stared into the mirror, Kate stared back.
“Don’t do this”
“You’re not real”
“I’m as real as you!”
“No you’re not the doctor said I didn’t have to listen to you”
“Don’t do this”
“Good bye”
“You’ll regret this…”
Jennifer took the pill and swallowed it. She lay down and went to sleep. Years past, Kate never bothered her again she lived her life quite normally; she was a shy girl, liked to read a lot. She had a few friends but she was far from popular, she was a pretty girl although hid it well. She usually wore unrevealing things and her glasses although she needed them were unnecessarily geek like, her mother often offered to get her some stylish ones but she liked these.
“Ninety nine, one hundred”
She finished brushing her hair, and carefully put it into her usual ponytail. She ran a finger slowly over her assortment of files each one colour coded and labelled by subject to when she would need them this day. She looked up at the mirror again, the reflection seemed to still be looking at the files but with a hint of disgust before looking up to meet her gaze. Jenifer blinked a few times rubbing her eyes and put her glasses on. She got up walked down stairs, ate and left for school thinking nothing of it.
The bus ride was pretty uneventful, she sat at the front in her usual spot. Staring blankly out of the window. She looked at her half invisible reflection and noticed her shirt was unbuttoned a few more than normal, it wasn’t revealing but she usually wore it right up to the neck, this was showing cleavage like most girls her age did. Quickly she looked down herself, she was wearing a short to medium length skirt she usually only wore with leggings or dark tights, her pale skin seemed extremely bare all of a sudden. She tried to remember, but failed to recall dressing this morning, it was one of them things that just happened you didn’t pay it much attention. She tried not to think about it but couldn’t help but blush a pale pink feeling very exposed.
The next few periods flew by normally; she answered questions, participated far too enthusiastically and learned. She had noticed a few looks form boys that she wasn’t used to, it was strange to her but it made her feel good. She was walking down the corridor and dropped her pen. It was strange she didn’t notice she was holding it, she bent down, usually she would have crouched down using as much knee as possible but this time she had bent over, she realised this just as control had returned to her body. Her skirt by this point was already riding up exposing the bottom of her pink panties to the people behind her. She stood up quickly making sure her skirt was firmly down, she looked behind her face now a bright red. Two boys quickly averted their gaze in an all too obvious manner, their grins said it all.
Jen stormed off outraged and embarrassed. In her next history class she sat there staring into space slightly off put by the day not feeling right and as routine as usual. She looked down at her note pad, she had just written the words, 'That was just the beginning xx' She stared at it and then ripped the page out and continued making notes trying to keep her mind busy. This would have all made more sense to her if she hadn’t been made to forget her childhood inner-imaginary friend.
Gym class came, the most dreaded part of the day. She detested sports, she was made to take off her glasses, and run around or play dodge ball or some other barbaric activity, which had about as much place in education as daytime TV. She took off her skirt, and then her shirt. Looking down she noticed something very wrong, she only vaguely recalled ever seeing the underwear before in her life. It was new, she had bought it last weekend at the mall, but why would she pick such a thing. The bra and underwear where slightly kinky and showed her true figure. Usually she went with things like granny panties or even girl boxers this was scary. Everything went blurry.
Kate looked around with a most evil grin on her face, she was standing their in a lovely matching set of underwear, she looked at herself in the mirror, some of the other girls where giving her funny looks, it was irregular for Jennifer to not be huddled in the corner dressing as quickly as possible. Kate turned left and right admiring her body in the mirror. “I bet the boys would like a look” she walked towards the changing room doors.
Jennifer looked around, her vision slightly blurred without glasses. Funny she didn’t remember taking them off. She heard a wolf whistle followed by laughing of both boys and girls. She looked round quickly in amazement suddenly realising she was giving everyone who happened to be in the hall way a good show. Tears came to her eyes her hands grabbed around her tits, then one changed its mind and covered her rear which her new underwear didn’t do a good job of covering. What had just happened, she was tomato red now, her disorientation was astonishing what had happened which part of the school was she in she needed to catch up quickly. Looking around she recognised the changing room door she ran in. more whistles and some added whoops came from inside she had just walked into the boys changing room.
She was about to turn and leave but she couldn’t. She noticed her reflection in the mirror. It grinned at her. Her control was lost again but this time she was totally conscious of what was happening. Her minds started to have a good catch up
“Hey Jen-Jen having fun”
“Who are you?”
“awww your don’t remember your old pal Kate? Well you tried to kill me so this is revenge”
Jen’s arm’s parted from her body. This was different Jen could feel and see everything even if she had no control, she was being controlled.
“Hey boys like what you see?”
Their first thoughts had been that she had been thrown in here, it didn’t happen often. not to girls anyway, but some of the more nerdier boys had it happen all too regularly. Now they were all thinking wow.
Most nodded some said “hell yes” and one more horny boy shouted “take it off”
“You want to see more?” Jen’s hands slipped behind her to her bra clasp. All she felt was total embarrassment.
“please don’t do this to me”
“us you mean?”
Jen unhooked her bra strap and let it fall the floor there was a roar of cheers as the sixteen year olds perky and exited tits, dropped into full view. her hands raised to her head giving them the best view possible, they were quiet small but that didn't matter to sixteen year old boys the view of her mostly naked body was like heaven.
“Tag your it”
Jen had her body back, she wished she didn’t. Tears erupted from her eyes she was behold humiliation. Her hands crossed and cradled a boob each she turned and ran the whole way back to the girls changing room without stopping. The janitor would from that day forward comment on his being the greatest job in the world.
Ringing her mother in tears from the office she was taken home, outside it rained the condensation on the window had glazed it totally over she didn’t say a word to her mum the whole ride back. The car pulled up she noted and started crying again after reading a note on the window. 'And that’s just he beginning of our fun xx’
4 -Tales of the unexpected – Jen and Kate
Thu Apr 5, 2012 3:30pm
Schizophrenia, the mental disorder were the mind exerts multiple personalities. Such well known cases include that guy from me, myself and Irene and everyone’s favourite impression our loveable lord of the rings character Gollem/Smeagal in reality it’s more of a serious condition but for this story it will be dramatized.
Jennifer had been aware of Kate from a early age, when she was little they used to be best friends, inseparable you might say. Kate was always the one pushing Jen, telling her to stand up to the bullies, to demand things and if she didn’t Kate did it for her. As she grew older this turned out to be a problem, when your child keeps screaming “it was Kate not me” alarm bells ring and they found themselves at a physiatrist, to cut a long story shorter Jennifer was educated and given some medication to help control Kate.
It all started one chilly and storm lit night, as for total dramatic sequences go this one was pretty good. Jennifer stared into the mirror, Kate stared back.
“Don’t do this”
“You’re not real”
“I’m as real as you!”
“No you’re not the doctor said I didn’t have to listen to you”
“Don’t do this”
“Good bye”
“You’ll regret this…”
Jennifer took the pill and swallowed it. She lay down and went to sleep. Years past, Kate never bothered her again she lived her life quite normally; she was a shy girl, liked to read a lot. She had a few friends but she was far from popular, she was a pretty girl although hid it well. She usually wore unrevealing things and her glasses although she needed them were unnecessarily geek like, her mother often offered to get her some stylish ones but she liked these.
“Ninety nine, one hundred”
She finished brushing her hair, and carefully put it into her usual ponytail. She ran a finger slowly over her assortment of files each one colour coded and labelled by subject to when she would need them this day. She looked up at the mirror again, the reflection seemed to still be looking at the files but with a hint of disgust before looking up to meet her gaze. Jenifer blinked a few times rubbing her eyes and put her glasses on. She got up walked down stairs, ate and left for school thinking nothing of it.
The bus ride was pretty uneventful, she sat at the front in her usual spot. Staring blankly out of the window. She looked at her half invisible reflection and noticed her shirt was unbuttoned a few more than normal, it wasn’t revealing but she usually wore it right up to the neck, this was showing cleavage like most girls her age did. Quickly she looked down herself, she was wearing a short to medium length skirt she usually only wore with leggings or dark tights, her pale skin seemed extremely bare all of a sudden. She tried to remember, but failed to recall dressing this morning, it was one of them things that just happened you didn’t pay it much attention. She tried not to think about it but couldn’t help but blush a pale pink feeling very exposed.
The next few periods flew by normally; she answered questions, participated far too enthusiastically and learned. She had noticed a few looks form boys that she wasn’t used to, it was strange to her but it made her feel good. She was walking down the corridor and dropped her pen. It was strange she didn’t notice she was holding it, she bent down, usually she would have crouched down using as much knee as possible but this time she had bent over, she realised this just as control had returned to her body. Her skirt by this point was already riding up exposing the bottom of her pink panties to the people behind her. She stood up quickly making sure her skirt was firmly down, she looked behind her face now a bright red. Two boys quickly averted their gaze in an all too obvious manner, their grins said it all.
Jen stormed off outraged and embarrassed. In her next history class she sat there staring into space slightly off put by the day not feeling right and as routine as usual. She looked down at her note pad, she had just written the words, 'That was just the beginning xx' She stared at it and then ripped the page out and continued making notes trying to keep her mind busy. This would have all made more sense to her if she hadn’t been made to forget her childhood inner-imaginary friend.
Gym class came, the most dreaded part of the day. She detested sports, she was made to take off her glasses, and run around or play dodge ball or some other barbaric activity, which had about as much place in education as daytime TV. She took off her skirt, and then her shirt. Looking down she noticed something very wrong, she only vaguely recalled ever seeing the underwear before in her life. It was new, she had bought it last weekend at the mall, but why would she pick such a thing. The bra and underwear where slightly kinky and showed her true figure. Usually she went with things like granny panties or even girl boxers this was scary. Everything went blurry.
Kate looked around with a most evil grin on her face, she was standing their in a lovely matching set of underwear, she looked at herself in the mirror, some of the other girls where giving her funny looks, it was irregular for Jennifer to not be huddled in the corner dressing as quickly as possible. Kate turned left and right admiring her body in the mirror. “I bet the boys would like a look” she walked towards the changing room doors.
Jennifer looked around, her vision slightly blurred without glasses. Funny she didn’t remember taking them off. She heard a wolf whistle followed by laughing of both boys and girls. She looked round quickly in amazement suddenly realising she was giving everyone who happened to be in the hall way a good show. Tears came to her eyes her hands grabbed around her tits, then one changed its mind and covered her rear which her new underwear didn’t do a good job of covering. What had just happened, she was tomato red now, her disorientation was astonishing what had happened which part of the school was she in she needed to catch up quickly. Looking around she recognised the changing room door she ran in. more whistles and some added whoops came from inside she had just walked into the boys changing room.
She was about to turn and leave but she couldn’t. She noticed her reflection in the mirror. It grinned at her. Her control was lost again but this time she was totally conscious of what was happening. Her minds started to have a good catch up
“Hey Jen-Jen having fun”
“Who are you?”
“awww your don’t remember your old pal Kate? Well you tried to kill me so this is revenge”
Jen’s arm’s parted from her body. This was different Jen could feel and see everything even if she had no control, she was being controlled.
“Hey boys like what you see?”
Their first thoughts had been that she had been thrown in here, it didn’t happen often. not to girls anyway, but some of the more nerdier boys had it happen all too regularly. Now they were all thinking wow.
Most nodded some said “hell yes” and one more horny boy shouted “take it off”
“You want to see more?” Jen’s hands slipped behind her to her bra clasp. All she felt was total embarrassment.
“please don’t do this to me”
“us you mean?”
Jen unhooked her bra strap and let it fall the floor there was a roar of cheers as the sixteen year olds perky and exited tits, dropped into full view. her hands raised to her head giving them the best view possible, they were quiet small but that didn't matter to sixteen year old boys the view of her mostly naked body was like heaven.
“Tag your it”
Jen had her body back, she wished she didn’t. Tears erupted from her eyes she was behold humiliation. Her hands crossed and cradled a boob each she turned and ran the whole way back to the girls changing room without stopping. The janitor would from that day forward comment on his being the greatest job in the world.
Ringing her mother in tears from the office she was taken home, outside it rained the condensation on the window had glazed it totally over she didn’t say a word to her mum the whole ride back. The car pulled up she noted and started crying again after reading a note on the window. 'And that’s just he beginning of our fun xx’
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