Charlotte sat alone in the canteen, trying not to cry into her salad.

She’d accepted now that her life was wrecked beyond repair. Her reputation had never recovered from wetting her pants in front of half the school. All her friends had now deserted her, even the ever-loyal Milena. Her position as the school’s queen bee had completely crumbled.

This was a sorry enough state of affairs, but it paled in comparison to her academic failure. She’d botched her exams completely - her brain had been struggling so much in recent weeks, she’d gotten to the point where she couldn’t even read any more. Not a word of English made any sense to her - no matter how many times she read them, the meaning wouldn’t become clear. She had thought about consulting a doctor about this worrying turn of events, but she was too miserable and humiliated, and she doubted that anyone would believe she’d suddenly become illiterate.

She’d had to get her mother to read aloud the rejection letters from all the colleges she’d applied to. It was one of the few conversations they’d had lately. Her parents had finally found out about the slutty photos, and had exchanged few words with her since then. They hadn’t explicitly told them how disgusted they were with her, but their feelings were clear in their faces, in their eyes, in their silence. Charlotte didn’t even bother trying to persuade them that the photos were fake. What was the point? No-one believed her.

She’d had another instance of unexpected, unexplained loss of bladder control. Her aunt Melody had come over for dinner, and had got talking about her own childhood as a popular student, and the decline of that popularity. One moment Melody had been saying some platitudes about how she bounced back and Charlotte could too - “Now that you’re not the school’s golden girl any more, you can find a new path for yourself” - and the next, Charlotte had felt the wet warmth between her legs again. Just like last time, she’d been frozen in place, unable to move from her seat until her bladder had emptied, her eyes downcast as she struggled to suppress tears. The moment she could, she’d stammered apologies and excused herself, racing from the room as quickly as she could in the hope that none of her family would see how soaked her pants were - although she was sure they couldn’t have missed it.

Charlotte felt completely out of control, totally defeated. She didn’t feel like herself any more. She couldn’t read. She’d wet herself twice. She’d failed all her exams and lost any chance of getting into a good college. She’d lost all of her friends, and her parents were revolted by the thought of her.

And then, there were the dreams. The bizarre, erotic dreams, where she eagerly served and obeyed someone she never even thought about - Kaspar Davies.

Kneeling before her, kissing her feet, letting her stroke her head... Cleaning and tidying her room, posing like an ornament, acting as her footstool... Stripping naked, letting her grope her tits and ass, letting her rub her slit... Letting her slap her face, and spank her ass with a wooden paddle and a riding crop... Eating her pussy, rubbing their cunts together, letting her take her from behind with a strap-on...

Charlotte couldn’t make sense of the strange images and scenarios that drifted into her head each and every night. She wasn’t a lesbian, nor was she remotely submissive. Why was her sleeping brain filling with these fantasies? Why did she wake from the dreams each morning so unbearably horny, and yet unable to cum no matter how much she touched herself? And why did she keep thinking about the dreams while awake, her mind returning to them whenever it drifted (as it often did nowadays)?

Her confusion was not helped by the fact that her vibrator - which she had recently been wearing instead of panties most days - kept activating at completely random times. The sudden throbbing in her pussy would invariably send her mind spiralling back into thoughts of obeying Kaspar, being fucked by Kaspar, letting Kaspar beat and degrade and demean her and call her ‘Lottie’...

She suddenly realised that thinking about Kaspar had put a stop to her suppressed weeping. In fact, it was abruptly clear to her that the moments when she recalled the sexy, submissive dreams were the only times she didn’t feel utterly despondent.

As if conjured from her subconscious, Kaspar walked into her line of sight, some way across the canteen. Charlotte watched her approach Erin and lean in to speak to her quietly, before both girls headed to the door out of the canteen together.

I didn’t even know Erin and Kaspar were friends, Charlotte thought, bewildered. She got up and set off in pursuit, abandoning her half-eaten salad.

As she followed the two girls through the school’s corridors as stealthily as she could, she told herself that she was solving a mystery, and making sure her former friend was OK. It had nothing to do with the tall, skinny girl she’d been involuntarily fantasising about every night for the last two months. Nothing at all.

Kaspar and Erin entered an empty classroom. Charlotte hovered at the end of the corridor, waiting for them to emerge again. A full five minutes passed without any sign of them, during which she couldn’t help imagining what the two apparent strangers could possibly be discussing. Perhaps they were secret lovers... Perhaps Erin was Kaspar’s submissive... Perhaps she had her tongue in Kaspar’s cunt right now...

She shook herself out of the fantasy. Get a grip! she told herself. She had to know for sure.

Darting along the corridor, she sidled up to the classroom door and turned the handle slowly and carefully, trying not to alert either of the girls inside the room. She pushed the door open just enough to peer inside.

Kaspar and Erin sat at a table on the other side of the room, facing each other. Erin’s eyes were shut, her face slack, her arms hanging limply at her sides. But her back was straight, belying her apparent state of sleep.

Kaspar spoke to her in a low voice, while idly playing with her phone with one hand. “You are bold and confident,” she said.

A lazy smile formed on Erin’s face. “I am... bold... and confident...” she droned.

“You can overcome any challenge.”

“I can... overcome... any... challenge...”

As Charlotte gaped at the two girls, her vibe fired inside her. She had to clap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out and giving herself away. Honestly, the sight of Erin in such a sleepy, suggestible state was already turning her on - the vibe was simply reinforcing what she was feeling.

“You will take college in your stride,” Kaspar said in that smooth but firm tone she was using.

“I will... take... college in my... stride,” Erin mumbled.

I should get out of here, Charlotte decided.

Her mind swimming with thoughts about what she’d just witnessed, her body humming with arousal, she backed out of the room and slowly, quietly, closed the door.

Kaspar watched the door shut out of the corner of her eye, smirking triumphantly.

***

“You did this to me.”

Closing her locker, Kaspar turned to face Charlotte. “Did what?” she asked, wearing a transparently fake look of innocence.

“I saw you with Erin,” Charlotte said in a low voice. “At lunch. You were hypnotising her, weren’t you?”

Kaspar just smiled.

“You did that to me too, didn’t you?” Charlotte continued. “You hypnotised me and messed with my mind. The naked photos, the video, the pants-wetting, the way I’ve been getting so dumb - it’s all you. You’re doing this to me.”

Grinning maliciously, Kaspar nodded. “Yeah, it was me, sweetie. I’m totally to blame for all of it.”

Charlotte exhaled triumphantly, even as she squirmed a little at being called ‘sweetie’. “You got away with it for so long, you probably thought you’d never get caught,” she said grimly. “But you got sloppy. You didn’t know I was following you...”

To her surprise, Kaspar threw back her head and laughed. “Of course I knew!” she cackled. “I told you to follow me! You only saw me - you only figured all this out - because I let you.”

Charlotte blinked stupidly, processing this. “But... why? Why would you let me find out?”

“Well, first of all, because at this point no-one will believe you,” Kaspar replied, still giggling. “Your credibility is in shreds.”

Charlotte’s shoulders slumped. She was forced to accept that was true. No-one would listen to the stupid, pants-wetting slut.

“But more than that, I wanted you to know the truth,” Kaspar admitted, stepping closer to Charlotte, who breathed in sharply, their proximity making her pussy flutter. “I wanted you to understand. You’ve been having the dreams, haven’t you? About being my little subby pet, Lottie?”

Charlotte gulped, her nipples hardening at the very mention of the dreams. How the hell did Kaspar know about them?

“They’re not dreams, Charlotte,” Kaspar told her, gazing into her eyes. “They’re memories. Memories I’m letting you have back, so you can see how your life could be. How it should be. How you want it to be... don’t you?”

“I... I...” Charlotte stammered. The dreams were real?! All the things she did - being Lottie, obeying Kaspar, being degraded and fucked by her... All those things actually happened...

She knew that on some level she should feel outraged. She should hate Kaspar for manipulating her mind and ruining her life and reputation, let alone turning her into a willing sex slave... But all she could feel, as the hypnotist stared at her from a few inches away, was arousal, and intense longing...

“When I started all this, I was doing it out of revenge,” Kaspar admitted. “I hated you so much for how you treated me, and so many other people. But things have changed.” She smiled, and this time there was no malice in the expression. “I might have hated Charlotte, but I can’t hate Lottie. She’s so sweet, and innocent, and obedient...” She stroked Charlotte under the chin, and the blonde girl caught her breath, her body quivering. “Honestly, I kinda love her. And I want to keep her, forever.”

Charlotte couldn’t suppress a whimper at those words. The mental image of being turned into a brainless slutty submissive and being kept by Kaspar was setting her body on fire. She’d almost forgotten that they were standing in a high school corridor, other teenagers passing by on their way to lessons. All that mattered in the world was the girl standing in front of her, and how she was making her feel.

“Uhhh... um... so... wh-why don’t you?” she managed to say. “I - I mean, you’re clearly in control, you could just ta-take me...”

“I could,” Kaspar agreed. “But I want you to choose it. I want you to let go of this life, and be Lottie of your own volition.”

Placing a hand on each of Charlotte’s shoulders, Kaspar began to slowly walk around her, her hands moving across Charlotte’s chest and back as she did so, caressing her through her top. Charlotte shivered and writhed at the soft touches.

“That’s why I let you have your memories back, as dreams,” Kaspar told her. “So you could compare what happens to you - and how you feel - when you’re Lottie, with what you go through when you’re Charlotte. So you could make an informed choice between them - stay a miserable ex-queen bee with no future and no friends... or be a happy, stupid plaything, with me as your owner.”

Charlotte moaned open-mouthed at this, heedless of being seen or heard by anyone. The corridor was basically clear now anyway. Kaspar’s hands slid down, one of them rubbing Charlotte’s right boob, the other fondling her butt.

The remaining fragments of Charlotte’s mind (that hadn’t either been squashed by the dumbing-down hypnosis or clouded by arousal) acknowledged that there wasn’t really a choice. Why in the world would she want to keep the life she had? Her friends had abandoned her. Her parents couldn’t stand the sight of her. She wasn’t going to get into college. She couldn’t read. She couldn’t stop peeing herself at random times. She was a hopeless, brainless, lonely loser.

When she was Lottie, she felt loved and contented. She remembered how she felt in her dreams, and she was brimming over with joy as well as arousal. She wanted that life. She suddenly realised that was why, when she came to confront Kaspar in the corridor, she hadn’t ranted and screamed at her - she’d kept her voice low, their conversation private. Because she wasn’t angry. Even though she knew Kaspar had torn apart her life, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She hadn’t deserved that life anyway - she’d spent it being so cruel to loads of her peers - Kaspar was just one of many. Why would she want to keep being that person? Lottie never hurt anyone. Lottie existed only to serve the whims of her Mistress. She’d be so much better off if she let go of Charlotte and stayed as Lottie forever.

“What’s it gonna be, darling?” Kaspar whispered in her ear. “Who do you want to b-”

“Lottie,” she spluttered. “I wa-want to be Lottie, please...”

Kaspar stepped back in front of her, grinning gleefully. “You’ll give everything up to me?” she asked eagerly. “Your free will, your intelligence, your body... for the rest of your life?”

“Yes,” Charlotte insisted, nodding frantically. “Yes, oh please, yes... Please, I want that. I want to be her - I want to be yours... I don’t want to be me any more...”

Kaspar stared at her for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating. At last, she spoke again. “OK, Charlotte. I can do that for you. I can make you Lottie. But before I do, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything!” Charlotte exclaimed, smiling with relief. “I’ll do anything, I swear...”

“Apologise,” Kaspar replied. Her face had suddenly turned hard, her jaw set. Anger blazed in her eyes. “Apologise for all the shitty things you’ve ever said or done, for torturing me all these years. Calling me names, tripping me, sticking gum in my hair. Making me feel worthless, and ugly, and inhuman. Doing the exact same things to a bunch of other people - turning them into insecure, nervy basket cases just like me.”

She stepped closer - so close that Charlotte could feel her hot, moist breath on her face. “I want you to apologise, and mean it,” she snarled. “And beg me to make you Lottie. Beg me to take away the pain you feel - the pain that’s just a fraction of what you’ve made us feel for so many years.” She was shaking now, clearly trying to suppress tears.

Charlotte stared into Kaspar’s tearful eyes for a long moment. She felt a chasm of guilt and grief opening up inside her, for making her dream girl suffer so much. She dropped to her knees, gazing up at Kaspar.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears forming in her own eyes. “I’m so, so sorry I hurt you... I’m sorry I hurt all of you...”

Kaspar clenched her jaw, staring out into the distance, clearly unwilling to accept her words or even meet her eye.

“And I - I’m not just saying it to get what I want, to get you to make me Lottie,” Charlotte insisted. “I swear... Because now I’ve felt it too. What it’s like to be the one everyone laughs at. The loser. The pathetic, worthless loser. You’ve put me in the same position I put you in - the only difference is, I deserve it.” She was crying openly now, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I hate it, and I hate that I made you feel this way! I’ll never hurt you again, I swear, even if you don’t make me Lottie...”

Kaspar was staring down at her now, making eye contact at last. Her face seemed to be gradually softening.

“But please, don’t leave me like this,” Charlotte sobbed. “Please don’t make me be this person any more... I don’t want to... I don’t wanna feel like this any more... Please, I’m so sorry...” She couldn’t hold her head up any longer, letting it sag forwards, burying her face in her hands, drenching her palms.

Moments later, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Dropping her hands from her face, she looked up to see Kaspar crouching down in front of her. The taller girl was crying too.

“I don’t know... if I can ever forgive Charlotte,” Kaspar said slowly. Then she smiled sadly. “But I’m tired of being angry at you. I don’t like it. And, I can’t punish Lottie for what she didn’t do.”

She reached out and wiped Charlotte’s wet face with her hand. Closing her eyes, Charlotte pressed her head into Kaspar’s palm. Kaspar let her, cradling her head with her hand, caressing her forehead with her thumb.

“So I’ll make you go away for good,” she continued, “and Lottie will take over permanently. And I’ll never let you go, and you’ll never be unhappy or lonely ever again. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Charlotte sighed, nuzzling her face into Kaspar’s hand. “God, thank you so much...”

“Charlotte, I... I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I ruined your life.”

Charlotte opened her eyes and stared at her. For the first time that day, Kaspar looked unsure of herself, biting her lip guiltily.

“Don’t be,” she said firmly. “I deserved it. I’m glad you did it.” She gave her a reassuring smile. “I love you, Kaspar. And I can’t wait to be yours, forever.”

Kaspar returned the smile. “You won’t have to wait a second longer.”

Charlotte closed her eyes again, smiling ecstatically. It was time for her to go. She was so ready.

“You can stop pretending now, Lottie,” Kaspar said.

Lottie opened her eyes, gazing lovingly at her. “Mistress!” she whispered, rapturously happy.

Kaspar pulled her into a hug, each girl burying their damp face in the other’s shoulder.

“Is that it, Miss?” Lottie asked, her voice muffled by Kaspar’s jacket. “Am I done playing the pretending game now?”

“You are,” Kaspar assured her. “No more games, my good little pet. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

Lottie smiled the simple, guileless smile of a born slavegirl. “Thank you, Mistress!”