Blunder

All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains the following themes: diapers, sissification, bondage, and other kink-related content.

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times

You and I

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

So take a look what you've done

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

Tiffany hummed as she worked steadily, strapping leather to metal in tune to the beat playing over her headphones. She didn’t want to waste a single second as the day progressed, with all the students heading to and attending the pep rally. Today was it, the day she’d finally get vengeance on the three Bebes. After today, she’d have them in the palm of her hand, ready to embarrass themselves at a moment’s notice. And best of all, they’d finally leave Luis alone…unless they wanted to be Twinkle Twinkle’s newest viral sensation for the wrong reasons.

She was setting up her bouncers in the drama room, as it was completely empty with most students either at the pep rally or ditching school. She’d normally be one of the other students who’d just stay home, watching movies or another e-girl’s stream. Not today though. She had a timetable to keep to, ready to roll out her bouncers to the gymnasium once the coast was clear.

Tiffany never intended to be at the rally, blech. No, she had Luisa there, watching from the stadium stands, texting her everything that was happening. Specifically, when the cheerleaders were moving to and from the field.

They’d spent time together walking to and from the field, under the guise of making videos together. Luisa was the perfect person to mark a pace, unsteady in his platform shoes, similar enough to an exhausted cheerleader after a long few hours of yelling chants. Only soon, they'd be yelling nursery rhymes instead.

She giggled thinking about Luisa sitting at the rally, in disguise, probably trying to fend off some dumb jock’s advances. It was an event open to the public, and a lot of locals came by, so he wouldn’t be completely out of place.

Once that timing was down, she had an exact timetable for moving the bouncers, setting them up, then lurking outside the locker room. Although there were no great hiding places nearby, she’d slipped a brilliant suggestion to the decorating committee that the Home Economics dummies should be dressed up as Damsels. That way they’d add to the team spirit as students walked past them every day until the playoff game!

Really, it gave Tiffany a perfect hideaway under one of the Damsel’s massive skirts. One was positioned right next to the cheerleaders’ locker room. Once she was in position, she’d wait for the main crowd of cheerleaders to exit as the Bebes continued their long showers.

In the span of ten minutes, Tiffany would quietly run in and go straight to their lockers. She knew where they were, having used the spare cheerleading outfit picked up by Luisa to sneak in earlier. She would’ve made Luis do it, but she needed precision, not a blundering sissy who would probably trip and fall. Then her whole plan would be in ruins as he fell victim to the torture of three cheerleaders discovering a crossdresser spying on them.

No, she wore it herself, noting the similar size between herself and the original owner. She was surprised at how fun it was to wear, maybe she’d get a set for herself and Luisa. She already had the perfect idea for a music video!

She'd confirmed the girls left their lockers open, with all their belongings within. “Easy enough to lock everything away with my own padlocks, then lay out their outfits for the day.” Everything would be under lock and key, with the nurse’s office and drama department being surrounded by students later. The three would be stuck. At risk of embarrassing themselves in front of most of the student body! They’d have no extra clothes, phones, or keys…the Bebes would be at her complete mercy!

Plus, each of their outfits would have a typed-out note, letting them know why they deserved to be dressed as such. Becky, Bethany, and Stephanie would have clear instructions on what to do if they didn’t want certain information leaked. They’d dress themselves, lock each other in ("I have the keys"), and march to the gymnasium ("No one would be using it at this time after the rally"), hoping not to run into anyone lingering in the hallways between classes. Then the fun would truly begin as they walked with great shame to their designated spots.

"Well, more like running for some relief if they are dumb enough to use this," Tiffany gingerly handled a bottle of white powder. It would be a nice bit of encouragement to move quickly for them.

Tiffany breathed in and out, trying not to get too excited. She hadn’t felt this way since laying out the outfit trap for Luis, making sure he wore exactly what she wanted. That had been a gamble on his blinding desire for revenge though. This was an undertaking that required all her focus and ingenuity. It was invigorating!

It was about an hour until she could set her plan in full motion, so after finishing her preparations she got up and stretched. She hydrated, ate a quick snack, and used the bathroom. Nothing was going to get in her way.

With still more time to go, she paused to check out her outfit. Her purple hair was in a high ponytail today, wanting to give herself a bit more height with some extensions. Becky was a good head taller than her, and Tiffany needed to overpower her natural aura of domination.

She adjusted her purple shoulder straps, which were layered under a loose, black blouse featuring the word “OBEY”. The straps ran up and under a spiked collar. Her green, tartan pants tucked into a pair of black leather, platform boots with green straps, adding a few inches to her height. She wore a leather belt with a buckle reading “MWAH”, as well as a necklace with several keys attached. A simple but practical outfit for today, she’d be moving around quite a bit.

Of course, her signature makeup was on point, pink blush and highlighter on her cheeks and nose, with a lined black and green lip giving her a twinge of the domme look she wanted to exude. She was ready. She’d even practiced her speech at home, not wanting an accidental voice crack to interrupt her.

Looking over at the clock, she still had time to kill. So, she read over the notes she’d prepared for each Bebe, starting with Becky:

Oh Rebecca, you sure like to make sure everyone knows you’re the queen bee at this school. Bullying others and using your two minions to get what you want. But what kind of a reputation could hold if others knew the real you? Sure, there’s the cheating on your exams, making up an excuse for a funeral to miss school when you were actually at an EDM festival (do your parents know you “borrowed” their car btw? The police report said it was missing then recovered a state away), and then there’s your boyfriend. 

Oh, right. You like to pretend you’re hot shit and that there’s no one good enough for you at this school. Except, there’s that loser football player who called you and Stephanie a B-cup…the guy you forced to run around the track in your own bra? Filled with water balloons? That guy! It’s weird that you’d make such a big deal about his comments…then sneak under the bleachers and make out with him! More than once. Like, a lot! See the photos for proof! Is he wearing your bra in each of those photos? Scandalous!

Maybe you just like sniveling little boys who you can bend to your will. We all have our vices! But unless you follow my instructions, these photos are going allll over school. Plus, your parents will finally get to see your secret TT account! The one with all your secret festival videos. Don’t worry, I copied all the videos already ;)

Tiffany smirked, it wasn’t that hard to find Becky’s second TT account, not when Stephanie kept accidentally tagging it. The secret rendezvous with the boy was a surprise though, even more so when she realized Becky might like crossdressers. “She’d have a field day with Luisa if she ever found out…maybe she puts on an act but secretly likes him…” she giggled at the thought. “But he’s already owned!”

She moved onto the note for Stephanie:

Stephanie, Stephanie…you’re little Miss Prim and Proper. Always trying to look like the perfect 60s housewife in your flowery dresses and crinolines. Super sweet and nice to everyone (except those that you bully at school). Practiced smile, bright eyes, not a single thought in your head…It makes sense that you love participating in pageants, you make the perfect doll! But you’re always trying to one-up your competition. Sometimes you take it too far, huh? Follow my instructions or the following comes out.

Remember that time you discreetly layered superglue on some girl’s zippers, making it impossible for them to change on time and got her disqualified? It just so happened to be that she was a shoo-in for first place! Weird that you managed to take the top prize after another girl’s swimsuit was swapped out for something a little girl would wear…and another girl’s talent show went wrong when all her pins were much too heavy…

Yeah, it would be a shame if someone leaked some security tapes that somehow went missing afterwards. Maybe you should pay that girl you met under the cover of dark a bit better next time, she was more than happy to hand everything over. Wouldn’t want to lose your scholarship and status among the other potential Stepford housewives. Otherwise, joining your dream sorority wouldn’t go so well huh? Heard they love using paddles there! :)

“This one was a lot harder to snag info for…glad that I just happened to spot her when I was walking back from Luisa’s house,” thought Tiffany. She had some respect for Stephanie, the cheerleader was a lot more devious than she expected. Possibly the one to look out for in case anything went wrong. “Not that it would…I have everything planned out and ready to go!”

Finally, there was Bethany, the one who Tiffany had the greatest scoop on, and whom she wanted to degrade the most. She read the note over again and again, her smile growing as she felt the intensity of each word hit just right.

It was almost too exciting, knowing about Bethany’s greatest shame. But Tiffany was going to use that to her advantage, she’d even gotten the idea for the bouncers from one of ‘bebeindistress’s stories. All three would bounce along, trying to outdo each other or work as a team to gain enough points to be released. There were even ways to lose points, which would make it all too easy to grab a wonderfully humiliating video of the whole ordeal. Either way, they'd be confessing their sins to Mommy soon enough.

Tiffany made sure each of the outfits were in order, colors matching their soon-to-be owners. The locks, straps, and accessories were all ready to go, placing them into a bag. Looking at her phone, she saw the text from Luisa, it was showtime!

As she started wheeling the mechanisms necessary for the bouncers out to the gym, she paused to tell Luisa to send her a selfie from the stands. She had to make sure her sissy was following every order after all. “Gimme a p-sign and a wink 😉”

Pocketing her phone, she got to work. The gym was unlocked, just as she had left it. Every other room in the school would be impossible to get into or packed with students. She even had a contingency plan and threat in mind, in case they tried to wait it out in the locker room. She was glad she had a decent reputation among the teachers, she figured out their schedules as well in order to avoid getting caught. All it took was a bit of buttering them up between classes.

Once the trap was in position, she ran over to the locker room, stuffing her duffel bag under one of the mannequin Damsel’s skirts and herself under another. She was careful, as they were basically held together with hot glue and ready to unravel at a moment's notice. Another contingency in case the Bebes thought they could dress as damsels in distress. Then she waited…

Making sure her volume was silent and her brightness was on the lowest setting, she got another text confirming the cheerleaders were on their way. Along with the cutest picture of her sissy in the midst of a large crowd, trying not to draw attention to himself in his cute school spirit gear. Fawning over the picture would have to wait…she’d just make it her phone’s wallpaper for now. It was just too adorable!

Then, right on cue, there came the stomping and chatty noise of the cheerleaders, who flowed into the locker room. Tiffany noted the last three sets of footsteps taking their sweet time to enter, voices familiar.

Once she heard the door close, she started her timer, making sure to get small stretches under the giant skirt. After fifteen minutes, twelve out of fifteen cheerleaders walked out of the room, loudly discussing the upcoming game. Tiffany peeked to make sure they were out of sight before creeping into the locker room.

Once inside, she held the door until it closed noiselessly. She could hear the showers still running and the distinct chatter of girls. All voices belonged to her three targets. “Perfect,” she thought.

Watching the time, she first confirmed that all lockers except three had padlocks on them or were empty. Then, she grabbed the keys from the Bebes own locks and placed them into her pockets. She’d attach them to her necklace later when her hands weren’t so sweaty. She padded over to the shower stalls, careful not to step on any puddles. She grabbed the girl’s towels and replaced them with a stack of paper towels. Sneaking back, she started gathering the items scattered about. Once everything left out was placed into their respective lockers, she closed them, sealing away their belongings. She placed their phones into her bag though, not wanting them to activate a call using voice commands.

Finally, she laid out each girl’s special outfit for today, with their associated notes and instructions sitting on top, their names on display. She crossed off everything in her mental checklist…now all that was left is for these girls to encase themselves into their own downfall!

Tiffany smiled, feeling triumphant. She turned on her heel, walking towards the exit with her duffel bag…and slipped. One of the girls had left a puddle under the shadow of a bench.

She caught herself on a locker, making a loud bang along with some tinkling noises. “What the hell was that?!” cried out Becky’s voice.

“Shit!” she said to herself, hearing the sound of the creaking faucet turning off. She looked down and saw the keys had fallen out of her pocket. She quickly picked them up, cursing her long nails. She could hear the sound of slapping feet getting closer, so once she snatched up the keys, Tiffany booked it.

She ran out the door, not hearing what the girls were saying, except for “where” and “towel”! Running around a corner, she waited and caught her breath. She didn’t hear the locker room door open just yet, which was a good sign. She looked down, checking to see if she had all three keys…

“One…two…three…Whew. I have them…just need to check for any texts from Luisa-“ The color drained from Tiffany’s face. There was a slight ringing in her ears as she realized, after thoroughly checking her pockets…she had dropped her phone in the locker room.