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Written by: “Irene Naridza”
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Once again, I find myself in this situation. It has already happened several times. My frustration is so overwhelming that I do not even feel like doing anything about it anymore. I just want the day to end already.
A long time ago, I cheated on a
difficult exam. It seemed like nobody noticed, which made me happy. It was an
exam for an unimportant subject, I needed to focus more on the classes that
were actually central to my university major.
However, someone did notice me
that day. It was Kelly. That same afternoon, she cornered me in a secluded area
of the campus and threatened to expose me to the professors.
“I saw you hiding the cheat
sheet in your sleeve before entering the exam, Adam. I even took pictures.” Those
were her exact words.
Cheating on an exam was punished
very harshly at my university. There had even been cases of students getting
expelled after being caught with cheat sheets while taking exams.
That is why my first reaction
was not even to try denying everything. I begged Kelly not to say anything. A
huge mistake. To this day, I can still remember the malicious smile on her face
as she rubbed her hands together after hearing that I was willing to do
anything to earn her silence.
The very next day, I found
myself walking across campus completely disguised as Kelly. She ordered me to
impersonate her and take one of the exams she had that day. She was too busy
studying for another one that was more important.
At the time, it sounded like a
fair deal. But there was one small problem: Kelly always liked looking as
feminine as possible. There was never a day when she did not wear skirts or
dresses, pantyhose, ankle boots or heels, floral-patterned blouses, and simple
yet unmistakably girly hairstyles.
She spent half an hour doing my
makeup so I would resemble her as closely as possible. She put a wig on me that
looked very similar to her own hair. Then, for my outfit, she handed me a
casual purple dress, white pantyhose, and a pair of heels that matched the
dress.
Lastly, she gave me a honey
candy so my voice would sound more feminine. Even though I did not sound
exactly like her, I was supposed to say I had “A cold” if anyone asked.
I still remember that day
vividly. I felt like everyone was staring at me, like everyone had figured it
out, like at any second they would all start laughing and pointing fingers at
me. None of that happened. I completed the exam. It was difficult, but I
managed to earn Kelly an 89 out of 100. She absolutely loved that.
I thought that would settle
things between us and that she would keep the secret. Instead, she showed me
her phone, filled with pictures of me impersonating her. Then she told me that
if I did not want those photos spreading all over campus, I would have to do everything
she wanted.
On top of that, she threatened
that if I ever tried explaining that I had dressed like that because of her
blackmail, she would report me for cheating on my exam. I was trapped between a
rock and a hard place. I even remember feeling like crying at that moment. With
no other choice, I had to accept. Eight months have passed since then.
Now, whenever Kelly has an especially heavy week of exams, she blackmails me into impersonating her and taking one or two tests for her. All while I still have to take all of my own exams without any help.
Today’s outfit was just as
feminine as all the others. A somewhat tight brown skirt that reaches my
thighs, and a large blue long-sleeved blouse with black floral patterns on it.
Since the winter season has started, for the first time the gray pantyhose
actually feels pretty nice.
Another detail is that instead
of making me wear heels, Kelly gave me slightly lower shoes. They still have a
small heel, but they are a thousand times more comfortable and easier to walk
in than her thin high heels.
I remember she once gave me a
special shampoo that accelerated hair growth. Now my natural hair is just as
long as hers, so I no longer have to risk wearing a wig that might fall off if
I am not careful.
In my hand, I carry a small
paper bag. During the exam, we are required to place our phones and everything
except pens inside these bags and leave them to the side while taking the test.
If you ask me, I feel completely
miserable about this situation. Now I have to study twice as hard. A bad grade
on that exam two months ago would have been far more bearable than all of this
humiliation and exploitation. But what is done, done is.
THE END
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