All characters depicted are 18+. This story contains several kink-related themes.

"Mmmm-"

A young man stirs. Val’s entire body is incredibly stiff and sore. His mind is screeching as a headache makes its presence known.

As he opens his eyes, an odd sight unfolds before him. In his exhausted, bewildered state, Val realizes what he is looking at. Val is staring at what can only be described as the most ridiculous, prissy-looking ballerina on the face of the earth.

She is wearing a pink, glittery leotard with matching lacing and bows. A tiny, sparkly, frilly tutu sits atop…is that a massive diaper with hearts all over it?!? Along with that are matching ballet boots, white patterned tights, and a bow atop a cute blonde wig. Wait…not just a bow…there’s a stupid tiara there too! This girl is too ridiculous to be real…but she’s sitting right there!

Only something is off about her underneath all the overdone makeup. She looks familiar…Why does she have a pacifier strapped to her face? Why is she staring right back at Val?!

The confused man gets an answer almost immediately when he tries to move his hands. The girl imitates his actions…

Looking down, he realizes the oddly dressed ballerina…is himself?! Flustered, he looks around the room in a panic and deduces that he was in some sort of dance studio. But why...

He doesn’t have much time to think through the situation as a door bursts open.

"Oh, looks like my precious prima ballerina is finally awake!" An attractive woman in a blue and black tracksuit saunters over to him. Val is frantically trying to put things together as to why a ballet studio sounds so familiar...

"Gosh, you're as dense as you are unsatisfying, huh? You don't remember me? Your date from last night?" She smirks while picking up a prop: a pair of obnoxiously pink fairy wings. Val gasps from behind his pacifier as the memories come flooding back to him! He'd been on a date with her last night, but his memory gets pretty foggy after a few drinks…

"Well, you at least recognize me now. But I guess you’re still wondering why you're dressed up in such a cute outfit?" She asks as she begins equipping him with the fairy wings. It’s like his body is moving in slow motion, unable to resist. She easily lifts his arms to adjust the flittery prop. "I don't know why I bothered with your mediocre ass, but hey, things have been slow on the dating scene. I was willing to take a chance, you seemed decent. At least until you got a few drinks in. Then your real self started showing. You know what I mean right?" She raises an eyebrow as she finishes adjusting the wings, seeing that Val is starting to sweat.

"Guess you do. Well, after I told you that I run a ballet studio, you went on and on about how that’s a stupid job. “So dumb” to dance around like a kid all day, wearing ridiculous “sissy” outfits like tutus and bows. I almost left you then and there, but then I got a better idea. I noticed that after a few more drinks, you not only got too comfortable with your misogyny but you also had trouble getting around. I brought you back here where you tried to get lucky...but there was no way I was letting your tiny package anywhere near me." She winks and grins as she begins applying more makeup to him.

"Anyway, I don't deal well with dumb boys telling me shit about my job. So here's what's going to happen. If you think ballet is so dumb, then it should be easy for you to learn, right?" She grins as Val starts to shake his head and attempts to stand himself up. Not only was his headache worse but trying to stand on these ballet heels was almost impossible. “Ha! You can thank one of my friends for those shoes. We don’t actually use those for real ballet, but she’s super into fetish-wear.” She stood up, helping him balance by pinning him against a metal bar.

The woman pulls out yet another prop: two pairs of handcuffs. “So here’s the deal. I have your phone, clothes, wallet, and ID. Everything. All you have is your incredible sissy ballerina outfit. I’m not keeping you here.” She dramatically steps aside. “You’re welcome to walk out that door…if you want to…and manage not to fall.” She giggles as he attempts to steady himself while holding onto the bar. Val eyes flit back and forth between her and the door.

"Here’s the other option. You can choose to attend several of my classes today. You'll learn how to do a proper plié...or not. It might be nice for my ladies to see a Failerina such as yourself, should boost their confidence. A lot of them are adults who always wanted to learn but never had the chance when they were younger. You’ll fit right in!" Val narrows his eyes as the woman laughs.

"Why would you want that option is what you’re thinking, right? Well, if you can learn how to dance coherently by tonight...I'll give you the keys to your bonds...and the pictures I took of you all dressed up...and your social media passwords back. Yeah, you didn't do a good job of protecting your phone prima failerina.” She pulls out his phone and holds it just out of reach for him. “Oh right, what's special about tonight? Well, it's our big recital! So plenty of people will see you! But if you play nice, maybe I won't tell anyone who you are."

Val gulps, his headache making it difficult to focus. He can’t leave even if he wanted to, the shoes made that impossible. Not to mention, he had no idea where he was! He didn’t want to wander the city in this ridiculous outfit. He nods vigorously, happy to do anything to lessen his humiliation.

She gleefully claps and shrieks with laughter. "Oh, good! Well, stay still. These will make it easier for you to stand. Well, at least motivate you to stand.” She swiftly wraps a handcuff around one wrist, then the other.

*Click* 

Art by @HinaYui

*Click*

The sound echoes in the large studio, as though signifying that his choice is made.

“Oh! Something else. I was so disappointed with our date last night that I didn't want anyone else to have to deal with your ass. So. I invited all your previous dating app matches. Yeahhh, again, you need to protect your phone better.” Val’s eyes grow to the size of saucers. Now he attempts to move, but the handcuffs prevent him from getting far. “Tsk-tsk.I’ll have to punish you if you’re naughty. Anyway, all the girls you had somehow gone on a date with were super happy to get a free lesson from me. Turns out you're a really bad conversationalist and love to berate women. So, they'll be joining us while also paying extra for recital tickets! How nice, right? Oh, those tickets will go towards another dinner I'm going to tomorrow. Real nice guy, plus he's open to the idea of a double date. Maybe I'll bring you along depending on how you perform tonight." She laughs as Val grows even more visibly uncomfortable.

"Ok, first class is about to start...oh. One more thing. Turns out you went on dates with some of the moms in my groups too! You made lots of comments about them being MILFs and something about their mommy milkers?” Out of everything she has said so far, this comment causes Val to blush deeply. “Oh yeah, that look says it all. They'll be here for my first class and they also promised to take turns watching you after lessons. That way I can get things ready for the recital. I'm sure they'll just love babysitting you."

The woman laughs with mirth once again as she sashays over to the studio doors. Val struggles to keep standing, while clattering his handcuffs against the ballet bar.

Val gulps, quivers, and shivers in his prissy outfit as she unlocks the doors. A large group of patrons flood in, all laughing and gossiping loudly. Once they spot their new principal dancer, Val can see their faces expressing a range of glee, anger, derision, and vengeance. He felt that he was going to swear off dating after tonight...