Courtney’s eyes locked onto yours, disbelief and amusement flickering across her face as she took in the sight of you—dressed in the tight skirt, blouse, tights, and heels Jess had forced you to wear. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the office corridor, you felt more exposed and powerless than ever.
“What,” Courtney began slowly, her voice smooth and dripping with authority, “is going on here, Tom?”
Your mind scrambled for an explanation, but before you could say a word, Jess stepped forward, flanked by Amber and Olivia, all of them wearing smug, satisfied grins.
“Oh, Courtney,” Jess chirped, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, “Tom was just helping me out, trying on some clothes I ordered. Don’t you think he looks cute?” She smirked, giving you a slight nudge that made you stumble a bit in the unfamiliar heels.
Your face burned with humiliation, but before you could defend yourself, Courtney raised a hand. “I wasn’t asking her,” she said sharply, her eyes narrowing. “I was asking you.”
The weight of her gaze felt crushing, and you could barely form words under the pressure. “I... Jess... she wanted me to try on these clothes. To see if they fit,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.
Courtney’s eyes raked over your body, taking in every humiliating detail—your tight skirt, the blouse clinging to your frame, the black heels wobbling beneath you. She took a slow, deliberate step closer. “And you just... agreed?”
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you stood there, feeling more and more pathetic with each passing second. “I didn’t want to cause trouble. I thought it’d be—”
“You thought?” Courtney’s tone was icy, cutting through your weak explanation. “Since when is it your job to think? You’re supposed to be a manager, aren’t you?”
Jess and the others stood off to the side, watching with glee as Courtney systematically tore down any shred of dignity you had left. Amber stifled a laugh, while Olivia crossed her arms, smirking with satisfaction.
Courtney’s eyes bore into you, her words dripping with disdain. “Look at you, Tom. You look ridiculous.” She circled around you, like a lioness inspecting her prey. “Is this what you’ve been reduced to? Parading around the office like some pathetic little dress-up doll?”
“I... no... I—”
“Quiet,” Courtney snapped. “You speak when I give you permission. Do you understand?”
The power in her voice left no room for defiance. You nodded weakly, feeling utterly trapped.
Courtney’s lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. “You think this is funny, don’t you, Tom? You think this little stunt is a joke?” She stepped even closer, her voice low and commanding. “Let me make one thing clear. You are not in control here. I am. And I don’t tolerate weakness.”
She leaned in, her voice a venomous whisper. “Do you like being humiliated? Is that what this is? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re enjoying this. You’re a manager, and yet here you are, dressed up like a fool for their amusement.”
You shook your head, panic rising in your chest. “No, Courtney, I don’t—”
“Then why are you still wearing it?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “You’re embarrassing yourself, and yet you haven’t taken those clothes off. It makes me wonder just how badly you want to stay in my good graces.”
The room seemed to shrink as Courtney’s presence loomed over you, her authority suffocating. Jess, Amber, and Olivia watched in delight, reveling in your degradation. You stood there, powerless to do anything but listen.
“Now,” Courtney said, stepping back and folding her arms. “You’re going to walk—no, you’re going to *strut*—back to the break room. And you’re not going to change until I say so. Understood?”
Your mouth went dry as you nodded, the shame overwhelming. “Yes, Courtney,” you mumbled, barely able to meet her eyes.
Courtney smirked, satisfied. “Good. Now move.”
Heart pounding, you turned to walk back toward the break room. The heels clicked loudly against the floor, a constant reminder of your humiliation with each step. The skirt clung tightly to your legs, making it difficult to walk without feeling awkward, every movement exaggerated in the feminine attire.
Behind you, the girls giggled, Jess’s mocking voice carrying through the corridor. “Oh, this is priceless. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Amber chimed in, “Careful, Tom! Don’t trip in those heels.”
You felt their eyes burning into your back as you took each step, humiliation seeping into every fiber of your being. The break room seemed miles away, and the weight of the situation pressed down harder with every step.
And then it happened.
The heel of one shoe caught awkwardly on the floor. Your foot twisted, and before you could catch yourself, you stumbled forward, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to regain your balance. The sound of your fall echoed through the corridor as you hit the ground, knees scraping against the hard floor, the skirt riding up uncomfortably as you sprawled across the ground in a heap.
For a moment, there was silence. And then came the laughter—loud, merciless, and cutting. Jess’s cackle was the loudest, followed closely by Amber and Olivia’s shrill giggles.
“Oh my god, he actually fell!” Amber shrieked, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.
Olivia smirked, crossing her arms as she looked down at you. “He can’t even walk properly in heels. What a mess.”
Your face burned with shame as you scrambled to your knees, trying to pull the skirt down and get back to your feet. The sound of their laughter filled the corridor, each mocking word a dagger in your already shattered pride.
Courtney’s footsteps were the last to reach you. Slowly, deliberately, she walked over, her heels clicking in a steady rhythm until she stood directly above you. Looking up at her from the floor made her appear even more imposing, her eyes cold and unyielding.
“Well, well,” she said softly, her voice dripping with condescension. “Looks like you’re not even capable of following simple instructions, Tom.”
You opened your mouth to apologize, but Courtney silenced you with a look, her lips curling into a disdainful smile. “Get up,” she commanded. “On your feet.”
You fumbled with the heels, struggling to stand back up, feeling the weight of her gaze bearing down on you as you did.
“And straighten yourself out,” Courtney added, her voice cool and indifferent. “You look pathetic.”
With trembling hands, you tugged the skirt back into place, trying to stand as tall as you could in the heels, though you still wobbled slightly. The girls continued to snicker behind you, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Courtney stared down at you for a long moment, her eyes piercing and unforgiving. Then she leaned in, her voice low but firm. “You’d better get used to this, Tom. Because from now on, this is your place. Beneath me. Beneath *all* of us.”
You swallowed hard, nodding weakly, the crushing weight of your humiliation pressing down on you like never before.
“Now,” Courtney said, stepping back, her voice commanding once more, “go to the break room. And don’t let me catch you falling again, or there will be consequences.”
Your heart pounded as you turned and began the long, humiliating walk back to the break room, still trembling from the fall, your cheeks burning as their laughter echoed in your ears.
But nothing compared to the icy dread settling in your chest, knowing this was only the beginning.
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