Heather, tired from this whole messed up ordeal, felt the cool embrace of sleep come to her. She felt finally clothed and safe. Not in the hands of some mad man cop but in freedom. Her dream rapidly shifted from a blissful sleep to quite an uncomfortable memory.
It was 5 or 6 years ago. Heather was 14 or 15 but barely had any figure. Nothing but a board of a chest and butt. Meanwhile girls had chests the boys would stare at and watch all day.
Making sure everywhere and always her chest and body was covered with clothes. Even her mother had never really seen her daughter nude.
She was days away from her first day in her all girls private high school. As she changed into clothes, her mother headed out for the day. Of course she was happy to have their rather large home to herself. So she relaxed once and wore her old child panties with rainbows on them.
Focusing on comfort not style she chose not to wear a bra with them. At first she worried that her mother would come home but soon received a text saying she would be out on her job for three days! All to herself! So she just stretched out and enjoyed her own peaceful quiet.
Heather was just relaxing in her bedroom with a tub of chocolate ice cream next to her, watching some shows. Being an only child, she didn't have to share food so she could eat whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
A knock on the door downstairs quickly brought Heather back. Forgetting about her unclothed state for just a little, she ran down with ice cream in hand to the door. Quickly opening it and realizing her mistake, she tried to cover herself. But her visitor was like no other. It was her soon to be principal of the school!
"Hello, little girl! Is your mother here?," The principal questioned.
"No, she's out for a couple of days," Heather said, trying to make up a lie, but only mixing it with her mother's text.
"Can I come in then? It must be scary for such a girl as yourself to be all alone!," The principal said in a very patronizing tone.
"It's not scary! I'm a big girl," Heather said, not noticing how juvenile she sounded.
"Yes you are. Not with the biggest assets I see, though. Now may I have some coffee, please? I'm rather thirsty," The woman said, pushing by Heather and getting inside the house.
Shutting the door, Heather followed the woman closely. It might have been bad for her self esteem, but she needed to act like a little girl right now. Or else her entire chance of respect with this woman would be gone.
"Your mommy must like coffee, doesn't she? Tell her I brewed some. Would you like anything to drink?," the principal said, pouring some beans into the coffee machine.
"I'll just take some milk," Heather said, humiliated by how her mother was now mommy.
"That's for big strong girls! You should drinks lots!," The principal said, making a muscular flex with her arm.
"Yes, I guess it is," Heather said, scooping into her mouth a rather large ice cream glob. Closing her mouth around the spoon, she swallowed the sweet goodness of chocolate in the morning.
"Does your mommy know you're eating ice cream at 9:00 in the morning? Would she approve?," The principal said, still brewing her damned coffee.
"No, I guess she wouldn't," Heather said as a response to her first question, missing the second. Her nakedness was starting to catch up to her, and she was desperately wanting to get this lady out of here.
"Well then, let's follow your mother's rules. Why don't we get some real food in you like oatmeal or something? You're practically bone!," her future principal said, searching for and finding an oatmeal packet.
"I don't really like oatmeal, though. It's not that good," Heather said, trying to get a scoop of ice cream before the principal took the tub away from her grasp.
"It's good for your body. Why don't you sit down over here, and I'll fix you up some oatmeal," she said, pointing to the chair.
Not wanting to be found out by this woman, she sat down and relaxed in the chair. Her panties were starting to become a large annoyance. It was hot downstairs, plus cotton panties did not like these wooden chairs. She hated being treated like a child, but yet here she was, in cotton panties, being treated exactly like one.
"So how's life being the world's best princess?," The annoying principal asked.
"Fine," Heather said, trying to keep the conversation to as little as possible. Her food was done quickly, but it wasn't just oatmeal. A lot more than that in fact. Pancakes, sausage, eggs, bacon, toast, plus to finish it off, a waffle on top. Fruit plus milk was at the side with the oatmeal.
"I thought it was just oatmeal?," Heather said, remembering when she had been chubby and how she had cut most of her eating out because of that. But yet here was food that was as fattening as anything.
"I figured your mother would cook you a good meal. So would I. We treat our students, or in your case, soon to be students as if they were family at my school," the woman said, pushing the plate in front of Heather.
"I'm not all that hungry, really!"
"No no. I insist. Eat while it's still hot. Young girls like yourself need to eat more so that you can get a good figure and body. Now eat," she said, much more commanding and less nice than in the past.
"I have an okay figure," Heather said, pouting.
"Yes, for your current age. But when you grow older, your little 8 or 9 year old body will need food to change!"
"Okay, I'll eat."
Heather sat down to eat her food, even though her hand was shaking to death. Her dream faded and she tried to get out of this cursed bed. That nightmare had happened in real life. Except it was much worse. That was only the start. She was never found out, but her principal started to make her blush in many ways. Since then, even after her figure had grown, she always was protective of her body.
Heather....
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