Story: Proving It

PROVING IT

By Tcheser

"Men only like you because of the way you look," Lilly accused her friend and rival Genevieve as they rode home from work on the subway as they did almost every evening.

"That's not true!" the glamorously dressed and perfectly coiffed Genevieve shot back as she snapped her compact shut. "Men like me just as much for my charming personality and insightful mind."

"Yeah, sure they do," Lilly replied sarcastically and pointed at a couple of guys near the door who were staring lustfully at Genevieve "And I bet those guys want to hear your opinions on global warming," she snickered.

"I'm sure they would, I'm constantly being told how insightful my opinions are," Genevieve replied defensively.

"Yeah, they probably would, but only to get close to you because of the way you look. If you weren't so damn hot they wouldn't give you the time of day."

"That's a horrible thing to say," Genevieve told Lilly.

"But its true," Lilly argued.

"It is not." Genevieve argued back.

"Yes, it is," Lilly countered.

"Well it doesn't matter. It's not like there's anyway to prove it," Genevieve decided to just end the argument.

"Actually there is," Lilly chimed in brightly just as the train stopped at their station and the bell notified everyone that the doors were opening. "C'mon," she urged pulling Genevieve out of her seat and off the train with her.


"What? I thought we were going out. Where are we going?" Genevieve asked as she was hustled through the station by her larger friend.

"To my house," Lilly explained "We're stopping there before we go out. You want to prove to me that you're more to men then just a pretty face and a nice rack right?" Lilly needled her friend.

"Yes, that's right. I'm-" Genevieve began to reiterate her position but was cut off.

"Then c'mon. Tonights your chance."

And soon Genevieve was at Lilly's house. There the terms of their little experiment continued to take shape while Lilly directed her friend about.

"So this is just for tonight right? I don't have to go to do this at work or dance a little jig or anything to win this silly bet do I?" Genevieve asked as she removed her designer dress and four inch sling backs.

"No, of course not. No tricks. All you have to do is go out with me tonight as we planned and go home with a guy... without depending on your looks to snag him. If you manage to do this somehow then I will publicly apologize and say how wrong I was," Lilly codified the rules of their test.

"No sweat!" Genevieve stated confidently as she removed her fancy lace panties and matching push bra and stood proudly naked before her friend.

"Well we'll see won't we?" Lilly just smiled as she held out a pair of panties so Genevieve could step into them.

Looking down at them Genevieve scrunched up her face in distaste. They were decidedly unattractive, full cut, cotton things that did nothing for her. Lilly paired these with what looked like a matching white sports bra. It turned out however to be a tight training bra which gently but very effectively reduced Genevieve's bust from jaw dropping to nearly negligible.

Next Lilly had Genevieve sit so she could tend to her hair and makeup. She began by removing all of her friends carefully applied cosmetics which had highlighted her features so well. Then she turned her attention to her friends beautiful hair.

Genevieve had agreed to allow Lilly to cut her long wavy blonde hair and style it however she wished. She felt this experiment was important enough to make even this great sacrifice. After all she figured that she could always regrow her hair and style it anyway she wanted it once she won the bet.

And that was how Genevieve managed to only squirm a little bit when Lilly first straightened it, then dyed it a dull chestnut, and then cut into it with her shears. It also helped that Lilly had worked part time during college as a hair stylist which put Genevieve at ease that her hair wouldn't be ruined at least. Not that the hair style Lilly gave her was particularly challenging. Center parted hair with high bangs and pigtails was something she could have given Lilly even if she hadn't worked as a stylist. It certainly wasn't flattering though.

Lilly then applied Genevieve's makeup for the evening which didn't take long as she didn't apply much. Mainly just lip gloss to protect Genevieve's lips. She did however supply non-prescription novelty glasses with big black frames and tape around the bridge though. As well as a surprisingly realistic set of totally cosmetic upper and lower dental braces. They were both amazed at how once applied they looked just like the real thing.

That done and club hopping time a wasting they then turned to clothes. The most unflattering outfit Lilly could find in her wardrobe was to be Genevieve ensemble for the rest of the evening. After a quick search Genevieve heard a eureka from the closet and Lilly returned with a rather dusty garment bag. She unzipped and revealed its contents to Genevieve who was floored by the audacity the garment had to call itself clothing. It was the single worst cut jumper she had ever seen. It was boxy, came down past her knees, and was the most awful green, blue, and red plaid. "I wore this through high school" Lilly informed Genevieve "No boy even looked at me twice."

"I bet you got plenty of attention from the teachers though!" Genevieve smirked as she took the rather short jumper.

"Yeah, but it wasn't the kind of attention you'd like to receive," Lilly laughed and mimed getting spanked across the bottom, "But that's neither here not there is it? Get dressed already."

"Yes, ma'am," Genevieve replied sarcastically and tried to put the image of her friend getting spanked by a nun out of her mind. It was difficult though. Such a thing is a powerful image and before she knew it she wearing the horrid jumper along with a short sleeved peter pan collared blouse and matching tie Lilly provided.

"I think we're almost there," Lilly remarked as she pondered what else they needed to do.

"Good. I'm anxious to get out there so I can prove to you how wrong you are," Genevieve said with a smile as she paced back and forth before the mirror taking in her vastly altered appearance.

"I know. I know. Hold your horses," Lilly told her subject as she worked on finalizing her transformation. Lilly's old jumper had been hemmed up long ago in an attempt to make it more flattering. This left a great deal of Genevieve's perfect legs on display. To fix this she went into her dresser and returned with some thick brown cotton tights. Here, put these on. She directed Genevieve and then helped her pull them up over her plain drab panties. The heavy tights were just the thing she decided. They quite effectively de-sexed her friends gorgeous legs.

On her feet Lilly placed an old beaten up pair of saddle shoes. Without her heels Genevieve was much shorter than she was Lilly noted. She wouldn't be seeing eye to eye with her tonight Lilly thought to herself. Then satisfied that Genevieve was much less attractive and nearly unrecognizable to boot she decided that they were ready to go.

When they arrived at the club Genevieve immediately felt a difference in how people treated her. The bouncer made a special effort to try and keep her out, going as far as making her pay the cover and checking her I.D. Two things that had never happened to her before. By the time she had shown him her I.D. and paid the cover Lilly was already inside and lost in the crowd. Genevieve chased after her, but she was swallowed up by the crowd and gone.

She needed a drink she decided and strutted as best she could in her saddle shoes over to the bar. There was no where to stand she found and no one made room for her. It was a long wait before she was close enough to even begin calling to the bartenders. When she finally had ones attention she lost it before she had a chance to tell him what she wanted. Looking down the bar she saw that an attractive blonde had needed a drink. She groaned. Normally a man would have offered to buy her a drink by now. Not this evening however. No one seemed at all interested in her. She tried striking up a conversation or two with guys nearby, but it was like she was invisible. They just nodded and either walked away or turned away.

This is weird thought Genevieve. She was used to attracting attention. Normally she loved it, but that had been when it was admiring looks from men and jealous looks from women. Tonight however those who weren't ignoring her, which was most of everybody, were looking at her and having a hard time not laughing. It made her feel very small indeed. Suddenly feeling out of place and alone among all the well dressed and attractive people Genevieve began to wonder if this whole thing was such a good idea.

She had come to the club dressed as she was to prove something to herself and to Lilly, but now she thought she would rather just leave. People did judge others by how they looked. She had been foolish to think otherwise and should have just been thankful she was normally so attractive. Intent to leave the club without Lilly and cede her the victory and gloating rights for having proven her point she headed toward the door. Unfortunately ....she didn't quite make it.

She had pushed and squirmed her way through the crowd to about halfway to the door when she was stopped. Someone had grabbed a hold of her by the neck of her jumper. Turning she saw a rather disheveled man in a rumpled brown suit. He seemed to have had a few two many drinks, but was still sober enough to hold onto Genevieve no matter how much she struggled.

"Hey let go you creep!" she yelled at him but he didn't release her.

"No, I don't think so! You don't belong here!" The man told her and then produced a police badge and marched her out of the crowd. Upon seeing the badge the crowded dancers made room for them. Many of them laughed at the sight of Genevieve being dragged off like a naughty child. It was humiliating beyond words.

"What have I done officer?" Genevieve asked when they reached the back door. Why was she not supposed to be in the club she wondered.

"What do u think? Do you think it's okay for you to be in a club where they serve alcohol? Whats next for you? Score some dope? Go joy riding, little missy?" He asked condescendingly. "I don't think so! You're going back to St. Cecilia's where you belong!"

"What? St. Cecilia's?" Genevieve asked in surprise. She had heard of St. Cecilia's. It was a rather strict up the road run by nuns. "I'm not a student! I can prove it!" she said frantically looking in her purse for her I.D. It was no where to be found though it seemed. It took a moment for her to remember she must have left it with the bouncer.

"Yeah, right, whatever. Don't get smart with me or I wont put in a good word for ya!" The drunken plain clothes police officer warned her when she produced nothing to show him that she wasn't what he thought she was. He then guided her out the back door and to his unmarked car. "The nuns may be old and nearly deaf and blind, but they can still pack a wallop with the paddle from what I hear."

"But I don't go to St. Cecilia's, I'm just wearing this-"

"As a lark I'm so sure," The officer barked and tired of Genevieve's obstinacy he swatted her across the bottom a couple of times making her jump and wince.

"Hey stop it! I'll have your badge for that!" Genevieve then screamed and stomped as hard as she could on his foot.

"Owwww!" the officer yelped and quite unamused he dragged her into a nearby alley which ended in a deadend. Here there were no crowds to get into the way, no one to appeal to for help, and most of all no where to run.

"I'm sorry" Genevieve pleaded not liking the way this was going one bit and hoping that a more contrite tact might save her from whatever was about to happen.

Unfortunately the officer had heard enough from Genevieve and wasn't really listening anymore. He just took off his jacket, tossed it to one side and prepared to give her what he felt she so richly deserved for her insolence.

Panicked Genevieve tried to call Lilly on her phone but the officer grabbed her and pushed her against the cold brick wall making her drop her phone. Then with her facing the wall he removed his well worn and went to work.

The man who believed her to be a runway schoolgirl strapped Genevieve first across her skirt, which muted some of the blow, but still caused her to cry out as it smacked against her sensitive bottom. She had never been spanked after all and this wasn't just painful for her, it was incredibly humiliating, and the perfect topper to a horrible failure of an evening.

Then after about ten smacks he paused and perhaps deciding that her shrill cries weren't penitent enough he flipped up her skirt before continuing and giving her another ten over her panties and tights. This was bad enough she thought and wasn't sure how she was going to make it through it and then it got even worse.

The officer paused again and this time pulled down her panties and tights as well so he could punish her bare bottom which was already red and starting to blister from what he had already given her. And when he started again without the protection of these intervening layers that leather belt really stung and after each of the next ten smacks he wrung an ear splitting cry from her that made her previous cries sound like peels of joy.

When he finally finished with her she was crying wholeheartedly and wanted nothing more than to slump down to the ground and curl up into a ball, but he wasn' t having any of that. Nope, he pushed her into the back seat of his car and strapped her in. "Next stop paddle town" he told her as he fired up the car and took her to St. Cecilia's boarding school for wayward girls.

The nuns at the school when they arrived were nearly as confused as the drunken police officer, but they took Jenny in just the same. She kept telling them her real name, but they were certain they had no one by that name. A Jenny perhaps, but certainly no one by the name of Genevieve. The logic was faulty, but no one questioned it except for Genevieve and neither the nuns nor the police officer much cared what she said. She was just another naughty little girl with a bright red bottom after all. They figured they could straighten out who she was when the mother superior returned from sabbatical in the Fall. They then led her away with promises of an additional appointment with the strap for running away like she did.

Obviously Lilly didn't find Genevieve that evening. After losing her in the crowd shortly after arriving she tried several times to find her, but by the time she got to where Genevieve had been she had already been escorted away by the police officer. That she found disappointing as she had gone to such trouble to prepare the experiment. She heard from a bartender at the end of the night though that Genevieve had left with some man rather early on. That was a surprise to Lilly. Under the terms of their agreement Genevieve seemed to have won.

"I guess she proved me wrong. No harm done." Lilly shrugged before going back to the stud who had been chatting her up.