Mom likes school
Rose had been mistaken for her step-daughter, and was whisked off to high school before she knew what was happening. To save her eighteen-year-old daughter from being sent to the dreaded assessment centre, she submitted to being processed. Once sitting in a classroom, she dare not reveal she was twenty-six and a mother, or a prosecution of some sort would result. After awhile it was too late, as it would be so very humiliating, and what would her boyfriend think of her?
Settling in to a classroom was easier than she thought, though it couldn't last, as she needed an income. When her daughter got a job, it had to be admitted that problem was solved. They were planning on swapping over the photo on the school id, but that didn't work out. In the end, she was stuck in school until the end of year.
Everyone at school accepted she was a schoolgirl called Janice, including neighbours, and that made it even more difficult to stop being Janice. So as not to slip up somewhere, Rose agreed to keep to the role, even at home. It made sense for Rose to call her daughter, mom, to keep in character. Without a rest from it, she began to think of herself as a schoolgirl, and found it difficult to escape the role's tightening grip.
A day turned into a week, a week turned into two, and then she was looking at completing the rest of the school year, which was three whole months. Once out of the rehabilitation class, her age meant attending eleventh grade, but they gave her a chance of keeping in twelfth grade. The tests in the twelfth grade meant, she would either stay, or be demoted to eleventh grade. This meant Rose was facing the unthinkable, a whole year of high school!
Janice could see her mother was imbedded too deeply into the role, but it was in her interest to keep the woman playing at being a schoolgirl. She had a good job, a boyfriend, and had gained the heady freedom of being an adult. Her mother wasn't pleased to be facing a year in high school, but she talked her around, for the moment.
Spanking her mother for misbehaving confirmed their new roles. Janice was making the rules now, and her mother had to abide by them. Obeying rules at school and home, meant there was no escape from being a schoolgirl.
What was worrying was how immoral her mother had become. It seemed she had abandoned all responsibility, and Janice had to restrict the woman, to keep her safe. The woman was all over the place emotionally, as though she were an adolescent finding her way in life.
A strong desire to keep up appearances, kept her pushing her mother into the role of schoolgirl. Having too much fun to let go, Janice kept her in place with words, punishments, and rewards.
Rose had to admit to deserving the punishment, even though it was her daughter spanking her. It was worrying how out of control her feelings were, and how irresponsible she had become. It was as though being a schoolgirl gave her an excuse to misbehave.
***
Rose was happily sitting in a classroom of eighteen-year-old students, no longer feeling self-conscious. Her boyfriend was in another class, but she was sitting next to a good friend, Feebie. They met in the rehabilitation class, for students who bunked off school, or caused trouble of some kind.
'Now you are in my class, Rose, you need to change that uniform. It looks as though you need to anyway,' the teacher said, indicating her bra, and blouse.
Her breasts had grown a size since being in school, and it looked as though they were still growing. She wondered why it was happening, but didn't want to talk to anyone about it. A lot of physical things were happening to her, apart from her breasts developing again. Her libido had increased to a frightening level, where she seemed to be sexed up all the time. Rose couldn't help behaving like a naughty schoolgirl.
Miss Bennett gave Rose a leaflet for tenth grade uniform styles.
'Miss Bennett, I thought I was staying in this class!' Rose complained.
'If you pass the exams you stay in twelfth grade, which I doubt. You should have attended school instead of playing around. You're birthday is a month too late for this class, so you should be in eleventh grade. As a punishment you will drop a grade, that means tenth grade. So, junior, buy the uniform,' Miss Bennett heavily stated.
'Oh! God! No!' Rose whispered. 'Like, what am I going to tell Paul? Our friends won't want to know me,' she complained to Feebie.
'What's wrong now? Oh! Nice, very nice, sweetie. You'll look such a nice little girl,' Feebie laughed.
Rose snatched the leaflet back, and sulked, unable to face her friend. Every once in a while, Feebie tried to snatch the leaflet away from her, to examine the uniform. They were both dressed in the senior grade uniform. The skirt was shortened, and with Rose, the blouse was tight, with her bust trying to break free.
It was so unfair, as she was only going to be there for three months. If she failed the exams next week, Rose would be back in eleventh grade, then demoted to tenth grade. At break time the other girls in class gathered around to see what the fuss had been about. They sympathised with Rose, even if her friend just laughed at her.
'I can't wait to see you dressed in one of these jumpers. We never wore uniforms until the school was threatened with closure. A new principal was appointed, and he brought in strict rules. Something to do with one of the teachers running off with a student,' Feebie informed them.
The other girls gathered around, keen to hear the gossip.
'She let a boy control her in school, and at home. You can imagine what a randy guy wanted with a woman! Anyway, that's why we have uniforms, strict rules, and instant punishments,' Feebie said.
'So what happened to the teacher?' one of the girls asked.
'No one knows. She disappeared! The guy is in university now, so maybe she ran off with him. Rumours say she was got rid of by the authorities to save embarrassment. My older brother was in the same year, and he has some lurid tales to tell. Unbelievable, so I recon he made them up,' she said, and dangled lurid ideas before them.
'Lenny said, the teacher played at being his slave. Someone just had to say he sold her, but I can't believe that,' Feebie said.
'My brother Bobby was in that same class. He said, the guy acted as though he owned her,' Sylvie added.
'That's guys for you,' someone else added.
Rose was itching to tell them about Brian and the teacher, Miss Derby. Thankfully she was saved from letting them down, by the bell.
***
At the end of the day Rose met up with Paul. They were in different classes now, so didn't have each other to gaze at all day.
'Paul, it's so bad, like, I can't tell you, yea!' Rose whined.
He laughed at her when she showed him the leaflet, and tried to stop when she looked hurt.
'Don't look at me like that! You're not really going to wear it are you?' he asked.
'The juniors have got to wear it. You know the rules are strict now. Feebie was telling me why. She won't have to wear one as she's staying in twelfth grade. Like, it's not fair, really,' she said, sounding sorry for herself.
'We didn't wear uniforms when I was a junior, no one did. It's only this last year we've had to,' he said.
'Well, I have to. Like, yuk, it's going to be so embarrassing,' she protested.
'Don't tell your mother, and she won't buy you one,' he said, shrugging his shoulders.
'As if! Like, they'll give me a demerit, more than one, and mom will spank me. No more time in the naughty class, it will be the assessment centre,' Rose worriedly spoke.
'Not there! You don't want anything to do with that place,' he told her.
