I think I've written myself in to a hole. I don't really know where to go from here. I mean..I have ideas, such as the professors socks being brought to life and helping with the answers 'for a price' or something. Or even another student's socks. The problem is the way I go about it feels forced...dunno what to do from here on out.
Are you going to keep it quiet so that she has to go day-to-day like this, or blow it up quickly?
Enchanted Panties and Dark Mistress (esp. the original) get big real fast, and EP and DMO get out-of-control with nowhere to go. DMv2 gets big on purpose, but meanders a bit on the way there (to the benefit of character development.)
The hardest part about making her way to the class for her Biology exam was not the usual things one would have expected. The notions of psyching yourself up in order to believe you were prepared, the last-minute review over some key definitions, that sort of thing. Truth be told, Lexi found herself wishing that she was in such a normal situation. No, the hardest part about walking from her car a good three minutes away from the doors to the science building wasn’t anything so normal, it was about how she was going to go about acting normal, when her life was anything but anymore.
Here's an opportunity to show why it's not normal. Maybe her socks force her to slow down, or strut, or dance a little or tickle her while she's walking to class? Wake up her bra and tug her forward by her nipples?
It had taken the entire ride in the car to get Tasha to understand that the red striped knee highs couldn’t spend the entire day snug around her neck without causing unwanted attention, and it took just as long to convince them that she actually needed to focus on driving, unless they desired her to crash, unless of course Tasha could animate machines as well. Given the fact that Lexi wasn’t fucked while her Jeep Wrangler steered itself down the road, Lexi assumed that her new mistresses’ powers presided over clothing only. One bullet dodged.
Good! Stick to limited powers - it forces you to be more creative and creates a better story. (Think about how Superman has better stories when he doesn't have 50,000 powers)
But why didn't we see that conversation? Show, don't tell.
There was a problem in this as well, of course: Everyone wore clothes, which meant there was more than enough ammunition for Tasha to work with. This brought Lexi back to the reason why this exam was fast becoming one of the hardest she had ever experienced.
Maybe Tasha pranks some of her classmates on her way to class, small enough that people don't move on it, but enough to catch Lexi's attention?
The walk to the building was quiet.
Why?Surprisingly, Lexi’s clothing was behaving like normal clothing should, and though she was sure Tasha hated it, the pair of living knee highs were out of sight in the black backpack upon her back.
This is very out of character for her socks generally. Tasha should be pushing limits, at least.
This really didn’t calm things, however, as that young girl’s mind was racing with what might happen as the day progressed. Not all the ideas were bad ones, if she was honest with herself; a few even made her form a small smile in the process.
Like?
Lexi didn’t have time to doddle around, pushing her way through the front doors of the college’s science building, and she was already five minutes late. At one time, Lexi could think of nothing more embarrassing than walking in to a classroom late, especially on exam day, but then the whole realization of the situation she was in, the life she had given herself up to, came flooding back in. Suddenly being late barely made a ripple on the scale of embarrassment she could land herself in now.
Why doesn't Tasha help her get there? Wouldn't she take care of her pet?
The hallways were quiet, with barely a person seen roaming them all the way up until the third floor, room 317.
Does the room number matter? If not, dump it. End the sentence at "third floor".
Even as Lexi approached the door, she could see her Biology class all sitting with their heads fixed upon the desk with a sheet of paper before them. Just one sheet, all of the professor’s tests were like that, short and simple. 30 questions. 30 next to impossible, short answer questions. “Anyone can do multiple choice.” Professor Silverstone started the class with, when explaining her exams. “Hell, have a passing knowledge of the subject, and a working pencil, and you already have a good chance of filling in the right circle. In my class, I expect more. Explain yourself, show me you understood the subject, not just that you can shade in the right circle when told to.” It was a bit weird really, you expected that sort of reasoning from your middle-aged professor, dawdling on about how in their day, you couldn’t use a calculator on tests or whatever. You certainly didn’t expect it from a woman in her mid-twenties.
"the like" is somewhat esoteric. Always reminds me of Peach Wilkins from Bioshock.
Does this need to be here? Is the professor going to be a recurring character?
The first person that looked up from their sheet of paper when Lexi tried to sneak in un-noticed was Ellie. It wasn’t the type of look a friend would hope for either, not one of ‘Hey! Glad you made it in time, I was worried about you!’ No, the gaze set upon Lexi by her friend was one mixed with both confusion and disappointment. She couldn’t blame Ellie really, Lexi was never late for class. Never late for class, never missed an assignment, always maintained an above average GPA; Lexi was your typical school nerd in that sense. So showing up late to an exam, even if only by five minutes? Already Ellie found herself staring at some stranger.
Lexi chose to ignore the look, and focus on the task at hand right now, walking up to Mrs. Silverstone’s desk and grabbing the exam sheet piled neatly at the end.
“Of all my students, didn’t expect you to be late, Miss Grace.” Lexi found that she couldn’t move after grabbing that paper, and for a brief moment attributed it to the notion that the clothes she wore wouldn’t let her move.
This assumption would not be in her reflex set at this time. I would dump it, or invert it - have the clothes take her to her seat.
Upon realizing that this wasn’t the case, she simply understood it for what it was: Getting caught. Those blue eyes fell upon Mrs. Silverstone, a weak attempt at a smile.
Mrs. or Professor?
“Kind of a shocker, isn’t it? I don’t really have excuses to give.” A shrug offered, thinking about the real reason why she was late, causing her to bite her own lip before continuing. “I overslept.”
“Well. Let’s hope it doesn’t reflect on your test.” The professor leaned back in her chair, her own blue eyes locking with Lexi’s. “Few people get a perfect in my classes. Some get close, but few actually get there. You seem like the type that would be among those few.”
A blush. A complement was a complement, even if it was from a rather strict woman she knew little about. The complement was so much in fact, that Lexi didn’t even give the time to offer a ‘thanks’ or ‘I’ll try.’ She simply turned around and headed to the nearest available spot to start her exam. For that brief moment in time, Lexi had actually forgotten about what happened last night. About the spell that brought her sister’s red striped knee highs to life, about how they teased and toyed with her until eventually coming to fuck and claim her as their own. That moment of forgetfulness was swept away however, with the sudden and soft gentle brush at the sole of her feet.
Is the recap here a worthwhile section? I would shorten it. The characterization here is nice, the professor will have to be a recurring character or all of this is wasted effort.
“So this is college?” The familiar voice of those socks filling her mind again, not even allowing Lexi to take in the first question on the exam. Indeed, the girl had barely enough time to set her bag down on the floor beside her before she witnessed the zipper sliding open to reveal her poly-cotton owners from inside. The toes of the left sock lifted out to peer at the room, evidently liking what they were seeing. “We could have some fun here, darling, don’t you think?.”
You have double punctuation at the end here. Why doesn't Tara demonstrate on someone for a split-second? Tickle another girl for a second? The socks of the girl in front tease Lexi for a second before going inert, leaving the other girl looking around for why her feet started moving by themselves?
Again Lexi blushed at the question, immediately ducking her head down low as to try to avoid any further gazes in her direction. She was going to look like the fool if she didn’t play this right, whispering silently to herself for next to no reason that any observer could see. Another brush could be felt over the soles of her feet, and Lexi immediately came to realize that her anklets were responsible, the soft gentle motions causing Lexi to try to stifle a giggle. “Not now, Mistress. Please. I only have…” A look to the clock in the classroom before down to her paper again. “…47 minutes to complete this exam.”
“Exam? Sounds boring as fuck, wouldn’t you agree girls?”
“Painfully boring.” A second voice was heard, and judging by how yet another ticklish brush over her feet came about after that comment, Lexi had to assume it was the voice of her own anklets, given life by the knee highs on a whim.
Why aren't they already active? The star socks never went inert. Hasn't Tasha already conceded the importance of passing the test?
The mere notion of that ability causing the poor girl to get even more nervous – or anxious? – about what they could do in a place like this? “To be honest, we can think of quite a few more places we’d rather be than on your feet.”
Why? They're
socks. I understand the other stuff, but wouldn't socks love to fulfill their proper use?
“So can I” Lexi responded to her owners, the last word erupting in a small giggle, causing more than a few heads – one of them being Mrs. Silverstone’s – to look in her direction. A moment of attempting to recompose herself was offered, presenting a façade for the rest of the classroom to see, accept, and go about their business, before Lexi continued. “But right now, I need to do this. So please…I’m begging you.”
“Oh please, darling, please beg.” Tasha laughed softly, the knee highs snaking out of the bag to rest up on her lap, so perfectly out of sight from prying eyes, but so easily able to play with their slave’s abdomen at the same time. “We think that would be a real sexy look for you.”
“I promise, I’ll do all the begging you like af-“
“What if we want it now, Lexi?” Tasha interrupted again, the firm press of the right sock against her covered pussy would have drawn a soft purr of want if it wasn’t for those ankle socks continuing to brush against her feet, causing her to giggle once again.
“Something funny, Lexi?” The question coming from the young professor caused Lexi to straighten up a bit, even clear out her throat. Ellie once again gazing upon her friend as if she didn’t know who the hell she was looking at anymore.
“No, of course not Mrs. Silverstone. Was just reminded of a funny moment in a show I love.”
“Hmmm.” And then everything was silent again. Well, for everyone else, at least.
Maybe here have them make a Faustian bargain?
