The Lamp Ch. 07

Tammy found herself caught up in an unimaginable situation. Her husband had found some way to control her and most everything around her. He could manipulate her size, her voice, everything. He'd sold their house, everything in it, and moved them across the country. She'd spent the entire trip as a six-inch doll, naked, locked in a birdcage. He intended her to spend the rest of her life as a middle school child in some outrageous private school. She was trapped and she knew it. Now he was taking her to an open house where she was to meet children her own age. There were no children her age! She wasn't a child! She was a fully-grown woman, a woman with a life, and a past. How could she ever get out of this mess? How indeed!

When they reached the car Mike opened the door and she got in. The drive to the school wasn't far. They were there in no time. Pulling into the parking lot Mike and Tammy could see the open house was going to be well attended. For a smallish private school Green Hollow must have had several hundred people in attendance. It was late in the evening, the sun was going down, but it was still light enough to clearly see everyone getting out of their cars and walking toward the administrative building. There were girls of all ages, but most seemed to be at least middle schoolers, with a good contingent of high school girls. There were substantial numbers of parents, but Mike and Tammy saw very few of the upper school girls had grown ups with them. Most of the children were dressed in regular street clothes. Only a few were wearing uniforms.

Mike pulled the car into a space. Looking over at Tammy he said. "Sit still, let your Uncle Mike be a gentleman and open your door for you." He got out and went around the car. When he opened Tammy's door she didn't move.

Mike said. "Get out Tammy, we don't want to be late for orientation."

Tammy still didn't move.

Mike spoke again. "Tammy let's go. Don't make me pull you from the car."

Tammy finally answered. "I'm not doing this. You've had your fun, now take me home and put me back the way I was."

Mike wasn't surprised at Tammy's behavior. "Tammy, if I have to turn around and take you back. I'll stick you in your birdcage and you'll never leave that bedroom again. That is a promise."

Just then another adult appeared walking down the lot. It was the dean of the middle school, Ms. Harper. She spoke. "Hello, Is that Uncle Mike?" Looking inside the car she said. "I'll bet that's Tammy."

Mike answered. "Hello Ms. Harper. Yes it's us. Tammy seems to be a little reluctant to get out of the car."

Ms. Harper leaned in past Mike and looked directly at Tammy. "Hi, I'm Gizelle Harper, the dean of the middle school. Your Uncle Mike told me all about you. I'm so glad to see you. I guess you're a little scared. I know how you feel. It's always difficult when you start out someplace new. Your Uncle Mike says you spent all your education being home schooled. I'll bet that was exciting. We have quite a few home schooled children here. I think you're going to fit right in.

Tammy looked at Ms. Harper. "I'm not going to school here." Oops! She thought. What she meant to say was that she wasn't going to school at all, but it was too late the other woman had already started to talk.

Ms. Harper smiled again and answered. "Well you don't have to if you don't want to. Everyone wants what's best for you, but won't you at least come inside and look around?"

Tammy gave Mike and evil look. She looked at Ms. Harper with equal animosity. "I'll go in tonight, but don't expect me to stay."

Ms. Harper responded. "Sure Tammy. Let's just look around tonight. If you don't like us, well, we'll understand." Ms. Harper extended her hand.

Glaring ferociously at her would be Uncle; Tammy leaned out and accepted Ms. Harper's assistance from the car.

Once out of the car and standing, Ms. Harper held both Tammy's hands and looked her over. "Well Tammy, you're an attractive young lady. Let's go inside and meet some of the people. Those glasses make you look like a scholar. I just bet you love reading. Have you any of the Nancy Drew's? We have the whole collection! Who knows you might get to like us yet."

Tammy flashed another look at her husband, and then spat back at Ms. Harper. "Don't count on it, and I'm afraid you'll find I'm really a lot older than I look."

Ms. Harper gave Tammy another of her best welcoming smiles. "Why of course. I can already see you're a very mature young lady."

Tammy wanted to scream. She wanted to curse, but she was getting the evil eye from Mike. They'd gotten her out of the car, and she decided to go through with this one evening. But she already heard the blatant condescension in Ms. Harper's voice. She didn't like it. She'd show them who they were dealing with. She'd show them tonight!

Before Tammy could begin to express what she was thinking Ms. Harper had taken her hand and started strolling down the parking lot toward the main building. "Come on Tammy. We'll go in together."

Tammy realized she'd been outsmarted. Ms. Harper was holding her hand like she was a little girl. Tammy wanted to yank away, but she knew Mike's retribution later would be swift and sure. Further, short of her own anger and embarrassment, she knew that this woman was only doing her job. Here in the dying light of the evening sun it was probably easy to miss the fact that she was actually a grown woman. Once they got inside she was sure Mike would be exposed.

As they strolled along toward the main building Ms. Harper kept up a steady stream of questions. She asked Tammy what sports she liked. Did she have any favorite authors? What types of music did she prefer? Tammy had a sarcastic answer for each question, but Ms. Harper was talking too fast The sarcasm didn't get through.

When they reached the vestibule Ms.Harper said. "Here let me take your coat. Tell you what, we'll put it away in my office then you'll know right where to go when you want it." Ms. Harper didn't hesitate. She went right to work unclasping Tammy's coat belt and unbuttoning the big buttons. Before Tammy had a chance to react Ms. Harper had her coat off.

There she stood in the brightly-lit vestibule dressed like a child. Tammy was mortified, but Ms. Harper was still too fast. She looked at Tammy and said. "My what a wonderful dress. It's the same as our school colors. I love your shoes, and the stockings are just the right touch. Who did you hair Tammy? I love your braids." Ms. Harper had her in tow now. She lifted Tammy's right hand, and before Tammy could react Ms. Harper had her doing a pirouette. Ms. Harper went on, "Wow, Tammy, you are mature for your age!" Without skipping a beat Ms. Harper turned to one of the other women standing nearby. Mrs. Valley come over here I want you to meet someone. Mrs. Valley was one of the middle school English teachers. She pounced on Ms. Harper and Tammy. "Hi, is this one of our new girls? My name is Mrs. Valley. The woman turned to Ms. Harper. "She's really pretty isn't she?" Looking both at and past Tammy she pressed on. "She looks so sweet. She's going to fit right in here."

Tammy was incredulous! She was talking like she wasn't really there. This is ridiculous. Couldn't she see she wasn't just some child? Couldn't they tell she was really a grown up!

At that moment Mike stepped forward. "Excuse me ladies. Tammy I told you not to wear so much lip gloss. Now go in the bathroom and clean that mess off your lips right away."

Tammy hadn't expected that. She sure didn't expect to be scolded like a she was some kind of bratty school girl in front of these other adults.

No one said anything. Both Mrs. Valley and Ms. Harper stood silently staring off in the distance.

It hit her! It hit Tammy like a rocket! Mike had put her in her place. The two women standing here were waiting for her to obey her uncle. Tammy looked at Mike. She looked at the two women. She inadvertently pressed her fingers to her lips. Eyes big as saucers she silently turned and went to the bathroom. She was heading for what read 'Ladies Room' when she was hailed by Ms. Harper, "Not there Tammy. That's the teacher's bathroom. The girl's bathroom is a little further down the hall."

Tammy didn't even look back. Her face was bright red. She passed the adult bathroom and kept going to toward the now visible 'Girl's Bathroom'. She wasn't eager to hang around. She wanted to disappear as fast as she could. Before she realized what she was doing, in her eagerness to become invisible, she unconsciously started to skip. Oh my! She realized her mistake and stopped. It was too late! She knew Mike, Mrs. Valley, and Ms. Harper had all seen her childish foot action.

She went into the 'Girls Bathroom, took a paper towel, and wiped off most of the lip-gloss. She thought. Mike knew she had too much gloss on. He'd put it on. He had this planned. He intended to use this as an excuse to embarrass her. Well he'd gotten her good, and right now there wasn't a damn thing she could do.

Tammy stepped back into the hallway just in time to hear a bell resonate three times. The halls were crowded, but everyone started moving toward one door. Mike looked own the hall and quietly called out. "Come on Tammy it's time for the main presentation."

As Tammy reached her supposed uncle he took her hand in his. She couldn't stop him. She tried to wriggle her hand free, but Mike's hand was bigger and he was stronger. He walked her into the main area just as though she was his child.

Ms. Harper discreetly watched the hand action. She said to one of the other teachers "Isn't that just like a young girl. Embarrassed to hold her uncle's hand. Our new girl. She's adorable."

Tammy heard what she said. She could feel her cheeks redden. She was blushing. She had never been so humiliated.

Mike led Tammy down the aisle. The main chamber was actually the cafeteria, and the aisle separated rows composed of metal folding chairs. Normally the five foot five Tammy would have had no difficulty sitting in one of these chairs, but Mike had reduced her size. He led her down to a row very near the front. He stepped back and proffered her a seat. She stepped into the row, walked down about six seats, and sat down. Her feet touched the floor, but not by much. She swiveled her feet a little and could tell it wouldn't be hard to lean back and actually not have her feet touch the floor. She did just that. She lifted her legs, and held up her feet. She gave her horrid shoes another look. As she did this she realized she was acting just like any twelve-year old would, swinging her legs, lifting her feet to see her shoes. Tammy thought. This can't be happening. I must be regressing. She leaned forward again and sat up very straight.

From behind Ms. Harper watched Tammy walk down the aisle. She thought. That Tammy is a cute girl. She's just real shy and insecure. She's just a little girl at heart. She's seems awfully introverted. I think if we treat her with kid gloves. Treat her like the innocent little girl she is, she'll come right around. Ms. Harper smiled to herself. Yes, she's a pretty thing. It'll be nice watching her grow and mature into a young lady.

Tammy had a thought of her own. I've already made a fool of myself. I've let these grown ups manipulate me. She caught herself. What was she saying? She was a grown up too. It scared her. She was already fitting into the role Mike planned for her. This can't happen to me she said to herself. I won't let this happen. I'm a grown up. I'm an adult too. I'll show them I am. I'll show them I'm a grown up too!

Mike was sitting beside his wife, or better still his niece. He considered, the possibility of an extra curricular sexual affair here and there wasn't out of the question now Tammy was effectively out of the way. He could try out Ms. Harper, or some one else from among of the very attractive young teachers on this faculty. All the while he'd still have Tammy at home if he needed a quick relaxed alternative. He passed a glance at Tammy, he could tell she was uncomfortable. He thought, why don't I pay her back for that little scene she caused at the car. Mike silently made the magic remark, Aba daba haller, make Tammy's breasts one quarter size smaller. Aba daba witchy, make her crotch feel itchy. He didn't look over. He continued watching the school slide show.

Sitting beside Mike Tammy was feeling just about as low and insignificant as she'd ever felt in her life. She tried to concentrate on watching the slide show wondering if this was really where she was going to spend her daytime hours. Hell, she better pay attention to some of the slide program. Looking at the show she knew was going to hate the place. Everything was so childish, so adolescent. She felt out of sorts. The dress, the blouse were torture, but the under apparel was especially discomfiting. The bra didn't fit, and her crotch itched. She tried squeezing her legs tighter to get some abrasion. That didn't work. Crap! She was really starting to itch. It must be all new underwear. She discreetly tried reaching under her jumper to get the source of her misery. If she leaned over like she was pretending to look at the floor she could reach just far enough to scratch. It felt good.

Mike leaned over. "Tammy sit up."

Tammy sat back up. She tried to inch her jumper up a little while she sat back.

Mike caught it. "Tammy push your dress down. Act your age. You're squirming like a four-year old.

God thought Tammy. This is humiliating. She had to scratch She leaned backward and let her feet swing back and forth. She thought maybe that'll help. It didn't. Her bra didn't fit right any more. It felt too large. It had to be the elastic straps. This is awful

They sat through the slide show. Afterward all the children, including Tammy, were divided into groups of four to six. An upper school student was assigned to lead Tammy's group through the school. Give the grand tour so to speak. While Tammy was participating in the tour Mike was off with the other parents to discuss some of the more mundane aspects of the school such as religious and health issues, sports, and the curriculum.

Tammy turned out to be the only middle school student in her group. The other three girls were all transfers and were at least in the eleventh grade. Their upper school guide was a senior. She spent very little time talking to Tammy. The other girls looked upon Tammy as something of a childish nuisance. Someone they couldn't leave behind but they could ignore. While they walked around the older girls spent their time talking about boys. Tammy was thoroughly bored not just because they ignored her but because even if they hadn't ignored her, their conversations were well below her natural tendencies. These girls were talking about things Tammy had become aware of and grown used to years before any of them had any awareness at all.

For a while Tammy tried to just listen to their chattering, but eventually she had to interrupt. She spoke to the senior who was their guide. Her name was Carrie. "Carrie, I'm tired, and I'm supposed to go to the buffet table and get something to eat. Can't we cut the tour short?"

Carrie looked over at Tammy, but ignored her. She kept talking to the other girls.

Tammy interrupted again, "Carrie I'm supposed to get something to eat. Let's cut this little tour of yours short."

Carrie answered. "It's not my little tour. It's the school's tour, and you'd better pay attention"

Tammy was getting impatient. This scruffy little high school know it all wasn't going to blow her off this easily. Tammy spoke more forcefully. "Look Carrie I'm hungry. If you don't cut this crappy little tour short I'm leaving to get something to eat."

This time Carrie gave Tammy some attention. "Your name's Tammy right? You don't look like you need anything to eat to me. So shut your crappy little mouth."

The other girls laughed.

Tammy was pissed. First she wasn't fat, and second she didn't like being the butt of some stupid joke. "Look Carrie dear. I'm hungry, and I'm hungry now. Mike, I mean Uncle Mike is going out to eat later. If I don't get something now, I'll be shit out of luck until he gets home. Now cut this bullshit tour off now so I can eat."

Carrie looked at Tammy, and then she looked at the other girls. "It sounds like our little middle school tag along wants some attention. She has a nasty little mouth too." Then Carrie pointedly asked the other girls. "What do you think we should do about this?"

Tammy interrupted. "Don't talk about me like I wasn't here. Just do what I told you. I'm tired and I'm hungry, and I'm really getting sick of your juvenile prattle."

Carrie looked at Tammy and chuckled. "You're starting to get on my nerves now kid. Why don't you just shut up?"

Tammy stepped back from the group. Putting her hands on her hips making her jumper rise up high on her thighs she responded. "You're a nervy bitch aren't you? I said I was sick of this shit ass tour, and I'm sick of your stupid bullshit. I'm hungry. Now do something about it."

Carrie looked at the other girls, all of whom were upper school students. "Well ladies, what should we do?

One of the girls spoke up. "I think she needs a lesson in manners."

Another injected. "She's got a foul mouth. I think we should wash it out with soap."

Tammy looked at the girls, and shot back. "Don't think you can try anything. You don't know who your dealing with here."

Carrie shot right back. "Oh yes we do."

Before Tammy could react Carrie had her by the arm. "Come on girls. It's time for a trip to the ladies room."

Tammy tried to get out of Carries grasp, but Carrie was bigger and much stronger. Still she struggled. "Get off me!" she chirped.

It didn't take long. Two of the girls were on her before Tammy knew what hit her. They hustled her down the short hallway and into the girl's bathroom.

Carrie took command. Looking at one of the other girls she said. "So squirt some soap in your hands and bring it here." She grabbed Tammy firmly by both arms and pushed her over one of the sinks. While Tammy squirmed Carrie pulled her jumper up over her behind. Carrie laughed and said. "Look, the kids got little sweetie panties." She went on. "Hold her against the sink. I'm going to teach little Miss Middle School a lesson."

Tammy's dress was up over her back, and her head was being pressed into the sink. She shouted. "What do you think you're going to do?"

Carried responded. "Why I'm going to do to you what every naughty little girl should get. I'm going to spank your little fanny." She arched her hand back and brought it down with a powerful smack on Tammy's left cheek.

Tammy let out a yelp. "Stop. You can't do this to me!"

Her complaint was received with another hard crisp smack on the right cheek.

Tammy tried to squirm, but to no avail. Her arms were pinioned against her back so she couldn't fight back or move. She cried out, "Stop it! That hurts. Stop!"

One of the other girls said. "Here, let me have a crack." The second girl whirled her arms around and slapped two more good ones, one on each cheek.

Tammy couldn't do anything. She was totally immobilized. Helpless .She started to cry. "Stop, oh please stop. It hurts."

By then a third had joined in. Her swipes were especially hard.

Then the second girl got an idea. "I don't think she's hurt. I think we need to examine her for injuries."

Carrie chimed in. "Here help me drop her panties. Let's see what she looks like."

Two of the girls pulled her panties down. Tammy's ass cheeks were rosy red."

One of three girls said. "My my, what a beautiful red ass."

Carrie pointed and spoke up. "Look. There's not a sign of any hair on this little twerp. She's really a little one isn't she."