“Hey, Milena! Wait up!”

Charlotte darted across the quad, hurrying to catch up to her friend. She was telling herself Milena hadn’t heard her, refusing to accept the possibility that she was ignoring her. If she lost Milena, that was it - she had no-one left. Everyone else had deserted her.

It would be just the latest in a long line of awful things that had been going wrong that day. First off, she’d been having even more trouble concentrating, to the point where she was struggling even to read her textbooks. It wasn’t a matter of exhaustion or blurred vision - she could see the words on the page clearly, but no matter how many times she cast her eyes over them, she couldn’t make sense of their meaning. To make matters worse, Ms. Clark kept calling on her in history class, which was just what her stressed and cloudy brain didn’t need.

What was strange was that Ms. Clark was pausing lectures and discussions about pretty advanced topics to ask Charlotte the most basic questions. She might’ve been more curious about why that was, except that she was too busy being humiliated by how badly she’d botched her answers. For instance, at one point Ms. Clark had turned to her and asked, completely off-topic, “Charlotte, when did the US gain independence from British rule?”

After a protracted pause, Charlotte had warily replied, “The... fourth of July?”

As a low chuckle of derision rippled through the classroom, the teacher had smiled patiently and clarified her question - “What year?”

“Um... seventeen... hundred?” She flushed with embarrassment and bowed her head at the sound of a louder, harsher laugh from her classmates.

The nightmarish morning had been difficult enough for her to endure. But now lunchtime had come, and her one remaining friend seemed to be abandoning her. Milena had stuck by her side all through this lewd photo scandal. If she too had turned her back on Charlotte, that would be too much for her to bear.

Practically running now, she soon caught up to Milena, who turned around, biting her lip anxiously.

“Milly, what’s with the vanishing act? I thought we were gonna eat lunch together.” She inwardly prayed that her suspicions were wrong, and it had just been an honest mistake.

“Charlotte,” Milena said uneasily, “I think maybe I’m gonna eat with Jai and Erin today...”

“What?!” Charlotte snapped. “Those snakes? They were the first ones to ditch me when this bullshit rumour started going round.”

“They didn’t ditch you - they just had to concentrate on exams, like the rest of us, and the drama was distracting them...”

“That’s a crap excuse, and you know it.” She stared imploringly at Milena. “Are you seriously starting to believe I took those photos? C’mon, girl, you know I wouldn’t! You said you believed me - you said that yesterday, when that bitch Rochelle was getting at me! What the hell’s changed since then?”

Milena frowned. “So... you haven’t seen it?”

Charlotte felt her breath catch. “Seen... what?”

Her heart started beating faster as Milena got out her phone. Seconds later, she held it up for Charlotte to see a video playing on the screen. Charlotte’s jaw dropped at the sight of what appeared to be herself, dressed in a slutty maid’s outfit, sliding a dildo into her cunt. “I’m a stupid little cum dumpster,” the girl on the screen whimpered. “Please watch me while you jerk off...”

Charlotte felt like she might throw up. She stared at her friend. “Milena, I - I don’t know how to make you believe me, but... that wasn’t me.”

Milena uncomfortably shifted her weight from one foot to another. “I dunno, Charlotte... Videos are harder to fake than photos...”

“Not impossible, though! C’mon, please believe me...”

“I mean, I guess you do seem genuinely shocked,” Milena conceded. “You really do seem like you didn’t know about that video at all. So... yeah, I guess I do believe you. But...” She glanced around at the other students crossing back and forth across the quad, some of whom were shooting snide glances in Charlotte’s direction. “I’m not sure if you can convince everyone else. That video’s a really good fake, and a lot of people have seen it since it went up on, uh... Tuesday, I think?”

“That was only two freaking days ago!” Charlotte spluttered. “How the fuck has everyone seen it already?”

Milena shrugged. “It’s a slutty video of you - uh, someone who looks like you. All it took was one person to see it and send it around, y’know - pretty soon it’s everywhere...”

Charlotte turned in a circle, taking in the other teenagers passing by in all directions. Had any of them managed to miss the video, or failed to hear about it at all? Even if they had, it was almost certain that they’d at least heard about the photos. It didn’t matter that they were fakes. Everyone thought they were real. Her reputation, which she’d always thought to be as solid and unassailable as Mount Rushmore, was crumbling to dust.

Enough was enough.

Taking five striding steps over to a nearby wooden table - one of several stationed across the quad for students to sit and eat in the sun - Charlotte clambered on top of it. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled, loudly and piercingly.

Around her, dozens of students turned to the source of the noise. Seeing who was responsible, they started to approach and surround her, many grinning and laughing maliciously. Charlotte noticed several of her former friends in amongst the crowd - her ex-boyfriend Nathaniel, looking deeply uncomfortable; Jai and Erin, who had drifted over to join a wide-eyed and concerned Milena; that two-faced bitch Sinara and her boyfriend Ben, who’d made it very clear that they were ditching her because of the photos rather than using a feeble excuse like Jai and Erin. To Charlotte’s annoyance, her hated rival Rochelle was present too, as was that lanky nerd Kaspar and a handful of her geeky friends, all of whom Charlotte had picked on at one time or another.

Each person stirred up deep, complicated emotions for her - even Kaspar, whom she usually barely thought of. But she wasn’t going to let any of them distract her from saying what she needed to say.

Clearing her throat, she began to speak with the strong, confident voice of a leader, trying to remind everyone of who she was - who she still was, despite the scandal. “My fellow classmates,” she proclaimed. “My peers, my friends. You’ve all heard a lot of slanderous accusations about me in recent weeks - I’m sure that even if you haven’t seen the photos, you’ve heard about them. But I need you to know that they’re faked. I would never take any such photos - I am completely innocent.”

She heard scoffing and mockery ripple through the crowd. “Fake photos?” Rochelle laughed. “That’s what you’re going with, seriously? You expect us to believe that?”

Charlotte shot her nemesis a withering look. “Photos can be faked.”

“What about videos?” Ben chimed in, looking proud, as if he’d won the argument with that simple question.

“Videos can be faked too,” she replied, fighting to keep cool and calm. “It’s more difficult, but it can be done.”

“Why would anyone go to that much trouble just to hurt you, Charlotte?” Erin’s tone was far more conciliatory and less overtly hostile than Ben or Rochelle’s, but still full of doubt.

Charlotte took a deep breath and affected to look contrite - not difficult, given how upset she was by the entire situation. “You all know me. I’ve been one of the most popular students in our year for a long time now. I have - I had - a lot of friends, but I also have a few enemies.” She shot a cold glance at Rochelle. “It’s not a stretch to imagine one of them wanting to destroy my reputation - to take my place, just in time for our last semester. Perhaps someone has designs on the prom queen’s crown...”

There were still a lot of doubtful faces in the crowd, and more than a few disdainful smirks and sniggers. Rochelle and Ben were shooting amused smiles at each other. Kaspar was leaning in to slyly whisper to Sinara, who was giggling. But a handful of others seemed to be considering the chance that she could be telling the truth. Erin and Jai were glancing at each other, as if wondering whether they’d made a mistake ditching their friend. Nathaniel was running his hand through his hair, looking conflicted. Milena was nodding eagerly at people around her, as if to encourage them to see the light.

Just as Charlotte was starting to think she had a chance of winning a few back to her side, Sinara piped up. “This is just sad,” she cackled. “I mean, you’re clearly lying. You probably sent all those slutty photos to some guy you’re fucking, and now he’s put them online, you’re trying to make us all think that you’re innocent!”

Nathaniel lowered his gaze, looking hurt by the idea of his girlfriend cheating on him.

“That’s not true,” Charlotte protested.

Jai unexpectedly came to her defence. “Even if it were true, how do you explain the video, Sin? That’s not something a girl sends to a boyfriend, that’s more like something you’d see on a porn site...”

“Maybe she is doing porn,” Rochelle sniggered.

“I’m not!” Charlotte snapped. “I never would!”

“Why should we believe you?” Sinara asked, grinning slyly. “You’re clearly just lying through your teeth, because you can’t accept you’re not the golden girl any more!”

“That’s not what’s -” Charlotte cut off her own words suddenly, her eyes and mouth going wide. With a creeping sense of dread, she stared down at her jeans.

A wet patch had begun to form in the crotch, growing wider by the second.

There was dead silence all around her for a few long seconds. Then she heard a high-pitched, nervous giggle. That set off other people, with more and more titters and chuckles echoing through the crowd.

Shaking with horror, her breaths coming in short sharp sobs, Charlotte struggled in vain to stop the flow from her bladder. She wanted to run away, to get out of public view as fast as possible, but she couldn’t - she felt frozen in place, paralysed and trembling, forced to remain standing atop the table as she wet herself in front of dozens of her classmates.

Looking up from her increasingly damp jeans, she dared to glance at her peers. Jai and Erin were clearly struggling not to laugh, their renewed sympathy for their former friend having apparently vanished. At least they were trying to suppress their amusement, unlike practically everyone else around them, especially Rochelle, Ben and Sinara, who were almost crying with laughter. Milena was staring with shock and revulsion. Nathaniel was turning to walk away, shaking his head with disgust. Kaspar wore a wolfish, almost triumphant grin.

Charlotte’s inability to move lasted until the second she’d finished peeing, by which time her pants were utterly soaked. Crying inconsolably, she scrambled off the table and sprinted away, the jeers and taunts of the other students echoing behind her.

***

After a frantic detour to her locker to collect her gym clothes - which resulted in several more students catching sight of her in her sodden pants - she raced to the changing rooms, which were empty, to her faint relief. Stripping off her clothes, and throwing her ruined jeans and panties in a trashcan, she stepped into the showers, washing herself clean. Her tears mingled with the water pouring onto her face.

She had thought the selfie scandal had been humiliating. She’d been aghast to discover the flagrantly pornographic video. But none of that compared to peeing her pants in front of basically everyone she knew. Charlotte had never been so mortified in her entire life. How could she ever recover from this?

Still snivelling, she dried off and got dressed again. She trembled with dread as she pulled her gym shorts up, her fears at going commando under the flimsy material dwarfed by the terrifying prospect of potentially losing control of her bladder again. She still had to get through another three hours of school, and she had no more spare clothes.

The door to the changing room swung open. Wiping the tears from her face, Charlotte glanced round apprehensively, and saw Kaspar approaching her. She gritted her teeth. Of all the people to find her now...

“What do you want?” she snarled, letting her rage mask her anguish. She sure as shit wouldn’t give her longtime victim the satisfaction of seeing her in such a disconsolate state.

Kaspar wore a profoundly satisfied smile. “I want to speak to Lottie,” she said.

Her face relaxing into a placid smile, Lottie dropped to her knees in supplication. “Mistress!” she sighed delightedly.

Kaspar approached her, patting her on the head. “Very well done, you dumb slut. You did such a good job responding to your new trigger.”

“Thank you, Miss,” Lottie purred, nuzzling her owner’s hand. “I didn’t expect Sinara to say the words, but when she did, I knew I had to pee, even though all those people were around...”

“That must have been hard for you,” Kaspar said sympathetically.

“It was, Miss,” Lottie admitted. “I know I was only pretending to be upset, but it felt really real. I was all shaky, and I was crying...”

“Aw, sweetie, come here.” Taking Lottie’s hand and pulling her to her feet, Kaspar put her arms around her, wrapping her up in a tight hug. Lottie mewled happily, pressing her damp face into her shoulder.

“I know that was hard,” Kaspar whispered. “But you should know, I’m doing it for your own good - for Charlotte’s own good. That one dreadful experience, humiliating her and breaking her spirit so publicly, doesn’t quite equate to nine years of verbal and psychological abuse... But it comes close. And now she knows how it feels to be the one everyone picks on, the one everyone laughs at. The joke. The loser.”

“Mm,” Lottie mumbled. “I understand, Miss.”

Kaspar slid her hand down the back of Lottie’s shorts and tickled her butt cheek. Lottie squealed softly and wriggled in her Mistress’ embrace, though she wasn’t making a serious attempt to get free. Kaspar released her soon enough anyway, stepping back to admire her.

“I assume you ruined your panties as well,” she said, to which Lottie nodded. “Don’t worry - I have something for you to wear instead...” Opening her bag, she drew out a small object.

Lottie stared at it dumbly. “That’s... not panties, Mistress,” she said eventually.

Kaspar grinned. “No, my brainless toy. It isn’t.”

Upon being told to, Lottie slid the bright pink vibrator inside herself, gasping lustily. Kaspar got out her phone and opened an app, and moments later Lottie trembled with joy as she felt the remote-controlled device throb in her cunt.

“Get down on the floor and worship my feet,” the hypnotist commanded.

“Yes, Miss,” the mesmerised submissive said brightly, dropping to her knees and leaning down to passionately make out with her Mistress’ trainers.

As she admired Lottie, Kaspar smiled gleefully. “Alright, Lottie, my good, stupid, pants-wetting slave. I’ve got some more instructions for you, for when you’re pretending to be Charlotte. I think it’s time to let her remember just a little bit of the fun we have together - but only in her dreams...”