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-- Written by
"Irene Naridza"
And here I am in this
situation again. It has happened several times now. My frustration is so big
that I don't even feel fine enough to do anything about it. I just want the day
to be over already.
A while ago, I
remember cheating on a difficult exam. It seemed like no one noticed. That made
me happy. It was an exam for an unimportant subject. I had to put more effort
into other subjects that were the core of my university career.
That day, someone did
notice me. It was Kelly. That same afternoon, she cornered me in a secluded
area of the campus and threatened to expose me to the teachers. "I saw you hiding the cheat sheet in your sleeve
before entering the exam, Adam. I even took pictures." were her
words.
Cheating on an exam
was heavily penalized at my university. There have been cases of students who
were even expelled when they were caught with cheat sheets during exams.
That's why my first
reaction was not even to try to deny it all. I begged Kelly not to say
anything, a big mistake. To this day, I can remember how she smiled maliciously
and rubbed her hands together when she heard that I was willing to do anything to
buy her silence.
The next day, I found
myself walking on 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 even more important.
It seemed like a fair
deal. But there was a small problem: Kelly always liked to look as feminine as
possible. There wasn't a day when she didn't wear skirts or dresses, tights,
ankle boots or heels, shirts with floral prints, and simple but clearly
feminine hairstyles.
It took half an hour
to apply makeup on me to make me look as much like her as possible. She gave me
a wig that was quite similar to her hair. Then, as an outfit, she handed me a
casual purple dress, white tights and heels that matched the dress.
Finally, she gave me a
honey candy to make my voice sound more feminine. While it didn't sound exactly
like hers, I had to say that I was "Having
a Cold" if anyone asked.
I remember that day. I
felt like everyone was staring at me, like everyone had noticed, and that at
any moment, they would all start laughing and pointing fingers at me. None of
that happened. I took the exam. It was tough, but I managed to get Kelly an 89
out of 100. She was delighted.
I thought that with
that, we would be find, and she would keep the secret. But she showed me her
phone, filled with pictures of me dressing like her. Then, she told me that if
I didn't want those photos to spread around the campus, I had to do whatever
she wanted. Furthermore, she threatened to expose me for cheating on my exam if
I tried to explain that I dressed like that because of her blackmail.
I was between a wall and
the sword. I even remember that I was about to cry at that moment. With no
other options, I had to agree.
It's been two months
since then. Now, every time Kelly has a very busy exam week, she blackmails me
into impersonating her and taking one or two exams. All while I still have to
take all my exams without any help.
Today's outfit was
just as feminine as the others. A slightly tight brown skirt that reaches my
thigh, a large long-sleeved blue shirt with black flowers printed on it. Since
winter has started, gray tights felt surprisingly comfortable for first time.
Another detail is that
Kelly gave me slightly lower shoes instead of making me wear her thin-heeled heels.
They still have a small heel but are a thousand times more comfortable and
easier to walk in.
I remember she gave me
a special shampoo that accelerated hair growth. Now, my natural hair is as long
as hers, so I don't have to risk wearing a wig that could fall off if I wasn't
careful.
In my hand, I carry a
small paper bag. During the exam, we are required to put our phones and
anything that isn't pens in these bags and leave them aside while we take the
test.
If you ask me, I feel
completely frustrated by this situation. Now I have to study twice as hard. A
bad grade on that exam from two months ago would have been more bearable than
all this humiliation and exploitation. But what's done is done.
THE END
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