Disheartening Ballet Training with Sissy - Chapter 2
"Mommy!" I exclaimed joyously as my mom appeared at the studio. This earned me another smack from the dreadful cane and more derisive laughter from Fox and Wolf. My mother giggled as she took in my sweaty, urine-soaked appearance.
"How did our dear ballerina fare?" my mommy inquired kindly, holding her nose, making me blush even more.
"Awful," replied Miss Heseltine. "I've never worked with a more talentless, disappointing individual. I recommend ratcheting up the lessons to five days a week permanently."
"Oh dear," said mommy, reaching into her purse. "That's not going to come cheap."
She chuckled as she produced all of my credit cards. She began tossing them one by one at my tiny slippered feet.
"Maxed, maxed, maxed," she stated, grinning. I shuddered at how much she'd spent and how long it would take to pay off those massive ballet lessons. Finally, she waved the final card at me and then handed it to Miss Heseltine, who produced a payment machine with a slew of terrifyingly large numbers. I whimpered as mommy paid for my wildly overpriced ballet lessons, then stowed my card safely back into her purse.
"Gosh, our little ballerina sure does stink," remarked mommy. "And it's distressing to think you didn't try your best at ballet today, my love."
I sobbed, even though the situation was incredibly unjust. "I'm so sorry, mommy! Squeak squeak."
"Words hold little meaning, darling. I think you should come up with a way to make amends to poor Miss Heseltine."
I blushed furiously. 'Poor' Miss Heseltine had spent the entire day punishing me, making her assistants urinate on me, teaching me nothing except a curtsey, and extorting me for a ridiculous sum of money. But I knew that a coward like me could never challenge someone like her. So instead, I hesitantly curtsied and said, "M-may I please perform some chores for you, Miss Heseltine? Squeak squeak?"
Miss Heseltine smirked in triumph as my mommy chuckled.
As such, I found myself lowering my knees to the ground, scrubbing away with my small pink toothbrush, while Wolf watched me a few feet away, crouching and barking if I paused my monotonous scrubbing for even a moment. It was a strenuous, tedious job that I was forced to endure while Miss Heseltine and my mommy enjoyed a lovely dinner on my dime. I, on the other hand, could look forward to a long weary night of scrubbing each room of the entire dance studio with my minuscule toothbrush, cleaning the bathrooms meticulously from top to bottom ("oh, this little mouse can lick the toilets sparkling clean," mommy had graciously offered), and finally, if I was lucky, it would still be dark when I had to go outside and mow the lawns, still in my humiliating, urine-soaked ballerina outfit.
Fox and Wolf intermittently took naps between "supervising" me with my chores. They would bark and strike me if I dared to stop scrubbing for even a second or if they thought I wasn't putting enough effort into it, so I couldn't afford to let my sissy smile falter. Forced to smile was causing the pink fog to swirl in my girlish mind uncontrollably. I'm deserving of this. I relish this. I'm a pathetic sissy mouse who deserves nothing more than a tedious night of chores while my lovely mommy and my kind ballet teacher enjoy their wonderful lives - squeak squeak!
By the time I had scrubbed the entire studio and cleaned all the toilets beyond recognition, dawn had broken. Unfortunately for me, it was time to mow the lawns. I bypassed the dangerously loud power mower ("that's far too risky for a little sissy who still needs diapers" Miss Heseltine had advised) and picked up an old, rusty mower that had to be pushed around with my full sissy might. It was definitely quieter, but that only meant I could hear the snickers and gasps from passersby as they watched the little sissy ballerina with mouse ears mowing the lawns manually. I moaned as I felt myself soiling my straining diaper and quickly replaced my sissy smile with a speedy one, but not fast enough to dodge a whip from Wolf. I wailed and attempted to hasten my mowing, but the old mower seemed unmoved by my sudden urgency.
In the end, I had finished my tasks. With my own shame, Wolf and Fox led me to a small stack of cleaning rags (I turned crimson at the thought of how much faster I could've completed these duties if they'd helped me). They hinted for me to lie down. I whimpered when they removed my clothes and took off my diaper. Quickly and roughly, they swapped it out for a fresh one, proudly bearing the message 'I Love My Diaper' across the front, then put my dirty ballerina attire back on over my new diaper. To make matters more humiliating, I was given my old, stinky diaper to use as a pillow.
I struggled to get comfortable on my bed of rags, stared up towards Wolf and Fox, and saw them make out passionately together. I whined with jealousy. They'd no doubt be off enjoying each other's company, leaving me behind to be a sexually frustrated sissy with my deplorable actions, with no one else wanting to even come near me. They flashed me grins and put their legs up on either side of me, wetting my bed with their urine. I thanked them before they sauntered away, hand in hand, not even stuck around for a moment longer. I finally drifted off to sleep, a pitiful, sweaty, stinky mess of a human creature.
A couple of hours later, I was awakened and found myself in the ballet studio once again. I was utterly exhausted and terrified about what more awaited for me now. Miss Heseltine seemed refreshed, smirking at the sissy trapped in front of her. She reached for her lipstick, scrawling 'LOSER' on my forehead.
"This will motivate you to become a better ballerina," she said. "Once you've mastered ballet, you'll no longer need to have 'LOSER' on your head. Do you understand, loser?"
"Y-yes, Miss Heseltine. Squeeeee!"
"And?"
"...Th-thank you, Miss Heseltine! Squeeeee!"
"You're welcome, loser. Now, today we'll be focusing on movement. I want you to dance around the studio, flailing your arms about like a miniature fairy." She demonstrated, broadly waving her limbs about. "Keep dancing until I tell you to stop. Do you understand, loser?"
"Yes, Miss Heseltine! Squeeeee!"
"Then, what are you hesitating for? Start dancing!"
I squealed and began voraciously dancing, skipping and hopping like the ridiculous fairy I was. The sound of my wet diaper echoed through the studio and the smell of my urine filled the room. My little pink-slippered feet bounced madly across the floor. I poured sweat as Miss Heseltine relaxed in a chair, hidden away from the heat in the studio. She opened a book and read, completely ignoring me. I skipped continuously, aware that one slip or a stop in my performance would be harshly punished.
"Keep dancing, loser!" Miss Heseltine scolded. "That's it. Seventy-five percent done."
I whimpered at her cruelty. How had I allowed myself to be entangled in this sissy hell? How much of my money from my mommy and her friend would be lost due to my despicable choices? These fantasies did nothing to dismiss the pain and humiliation of acting like a skipping fairy mouse, bound to become the most pathetic sissy ballerina ever.
Read also:
- Office Toilet in S.L: A New Sensation
- Delighting in Chapter 2
- Struggling to Sleep, Part 2
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