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"No!" I screamed as I was dragged very much by force through the dormitory hallways. One of the girls covered my mouth roughly. I tried to bite it as a reaction but the girl was too quick and snatched her hand away. I tried to kick out at them savagely, but they skipped away from my kicks as if they were ballet dancers. "How come you guys have such quick reflexes?" I asked in exhaustion from my efforts, more to myself than to them.

"Maybe because we both are black belts in American kempo?" one of the girls said, leaning in close to my ear.

"Oh," I said, shocked and angry at the same time. "You could have told me earlier before I wasted all that energy in trying to break free."

"Naw," the other one piped up. "We'd much rather give you a surprise and watch you struggle." I would have punched her lights out if I hadn't been in such a tight situation.

We stopped when we were right in front of Sissy's door. She opened it with a frightening smile and beckoned for her henchwomen to deposit me inside. They shoved me in and let go. As quick as lightning, I bolted for the door but Sissy slammed it closed in my face. "Now, now, now. We can't let our test subject run off before we prepare the tests!" she scolded. Nevertheless, I rattled the doorknob desperately. As expected, it was locked.

Sissy led me away from the door and into her plush pink chair. I glanced at it in disgust before she forced me down. Her henchwomen sat on her bed, waiting expectantly with slight grins on their faces. I scowled at them as Sissy went to her closet. "Okay, first things first: the outfit. We can't have the make up get smeared once we put it on her."

MAKE UP! I thought in horror. Without thinking, I made another mad dash for the door but the black belts were quicker and ended up carrying me back to the chair and holding me there, preventing anymore escape attempts. I sat silently and watched wistfully as Sissy turned back around with a flourish and presented me with her outfit of choice. I grimaced at the sight.

It seemed that everything was in shades of pink, my least favorite color. First, there was a tight magenta mini-skirt with a strip of ruffles at the bottom of it. Then it was the top that Sissy had picked: a light pink halter with magenta rhinestones sparkling along the top with matching light pink spaghetti thin straps that tied in the back. The top would end a good one-inch above my belly button. Then she held out a flimsy pink see-through material over coat that had no buttons and ruffles at the bottom and the end of the sleeves. I watched in growing hate and horror when she pulled out slick pink high-heeled boots that matched the whole ensemble from under her bed.

She laid it all out and sighed. "I love this outfit." She turned to face me menacingly. "If you ruin it in anyway way, I'll kill you." I remembered belatedly the joke I had shared with Ulrich before being dragged to this hell. I had said I would just kill Sissy. Boy, had that plan backfired. "Now," she said, shoving everything but the boots into my arms, "go change inside my closet."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "I can't possibly change in there!" She shoved me forcefully into it and closed the door. "Its bigger than it looks and there's a light in there." With that I was shut away into darkness.

"Great," I muttered to myself. "Would have rather met with the principal." Faced with no other choice though, I quickly groped blindly about for a light and found the switch on the far left of the closet. Once the light was on, it was easier for me to maneuver around her abundance of clothes hanging on the rack and find the outfit she had thrust at me. I reluctantly shed my pants and tennis shoes and slipped on the magenta mini-skirt. It felt uncomfortable for me to be wearing a mini-skirt, as I didn't do it often. I slipped on the halter as well, tying it securely in the back. I felt almost bare; I was showing so much skin. I slipped hurriedly into the see through over coat and folded up my own clothes.

When I emerged from the closet, all three of the girls gasped as one. "I can't believe I'm saying this, Yumi, but this is the closest you've ever looked to beautiful," Sissy breathed, studying me as if I was a sculpture on display at a museum. I glared at her back as she bent down and brought out the boots. "Put them on," she ordered unnecessarily.

I sat on the chair and unzipped the boots, slipping my feet into them before zipping them back up. "Stand up," she commanded and I did so unsteadily, my feet not used to high-heels. Sissy once again examined me from all sides before she smiled; this time it was genuine. She slapped her hands in delight like a child at a candy store. "Time for the make up." She looked at me sternly. "And I'm not letting you out without it." I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Fine Sissy. Anything to be rid of this hell."

She narrowed her eyes. "And you have to keep it and the outfit on the whole day."

"What?" I shook my head. "Okay, that's going way too far. I still have classes!"

"Well," she said, holding up something in her hand. I stared in shock. "You wouldn't want me to accidentally read this to the whole school, now would you?"

"That's," I spluttered, "my diary!"

"Correct, and if you don't do what I say, I'll keep it forever. And just you watch, as long as it's in my possession, you'll be in major trouble." She smiled sweetly and straightened up, slipping my diary into her drawer. "Now," she said, more cheerfully than before, "on with the make up!"