The BMW M5 rumbled towards the imposing iron gates flanked by armed guards that was the entrance to the Clarke estate.
"We are dropping off Ms. Daisy Eddington," said Ivan curtly to the guard that approached them. The guard looked at Daisy, who was wearing a large MIT hoodie instead of a uniform, nodded curtly and signaled to open the gates.
The gates swung open at a ponderous pace, and the BMW M5 drove up the sweeping driveway to the large palatial house.
"We'll pick you up early tomorrow morning. Good luck, and stay strong," said Ivan, giving Daisy a hug.
"Thank you for everything Mr. Zakhrov," said Daisy, returning the hug.
The front doors opened as Daisy stepped out of the BMW and Emily, dressed in casual clothing of a cute pink top, jeans and sneakers ran towards her.
"Where were you! I was so worried!" she cried, grabbing Daisy and pulling her inside.
A tall man with blonde hair and dressed in a butler's uniform came outside and bowed before Ivan, who had gotten out of the BMW.
"Thank you for taking care of my daughter," he said thickly in a British accent.
"You are Mr. Eddington, I take it. Father Abel has explained the situation. I would like your permission to pick up and drop Daisy every morning and evening, and sleepover if possible," said Ivan.
Mr. Eddington wiped his eyes and nodded, "You shall have it. I'll draft the letter tonight," he assured Ivan, and retreated into the house.
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Emily kept pulling Daisy until they reached Emily's room, Daisy struggled to break free, but Emily's grip was like iron.
Emily shoved Daisy inside and slammed the door shut.
"Somebody seems to have forgotten their place! Kneel, bitch!" snarled Emily, throwing Daisy to the floor.
"E-Emily, stop it!" cried Daisy, as she landed hard on the floor.
Emily pounced on top of her, pinning her down, her pudgy hands closing like a vice over Daisy's slender neck.
"It's mistress Emily from now on, bitch! You've been having too much of fun with that twerp. You belong to me, you got that?" snarled Emily.
Daisy tried to free herself from Emily's grip, but the lack of oxygen had sapped her strength, she could only claw weakly at Emily's thick arms.
"I asked if you got that bitch!" snarled Emily, removing her right hand from Daisy's neck and giving her a heavy slap across the face.
"Y-yes, m-mistress Emily," rasped Daisy, trembling and squirming under Emily, a slight bruise forming on her cheek where Emily had slapped her.
"There's a good girl," purred Emily, releasing Daisy, who coughed and sputtered.
Emily grabbed a large pair of scissors and seized the hem of Daisy's MIT hoodie.
"No!" shouted Daisy, but Emily hit her again, and pressed the scissor point menacingly at her neck.
"Shut up! I decide what you wear bitch!" she hissed.
Tears rolled down Daisy's eyes as Emily cut the hoodie and the rest of her clothes off her.
Emily grabbed Daisy by a nipple, and Daisy howled in agony.
There was a loud bang on the door.
"Mistress Emily? Is everything all right there?" came the voice of Mr. Eddington.
Emily released Daisy's nipple, and covered her mouth.
"Everything's fine! Now beat it! I'm busy!" she yelled.
She waited a few seconds, before she resumed her vicious pinching.
"You squeal one word to anyone, and I will get your parents locked up for good! You're mine, bitch! I don't wanna see you talking to that twerp ever again!" she hissed in Daisy's ear, before releasing her.
"Now, clean this room, you fat ugly naked bimbo!" shouted Emily, leaving Daisy sobbing in the middle of the room.
"I think you're beautiful," echoed Aaron's voice in Daisy's mind. She willed herself to stop crying, and picked up the shreds of clothing.
She had just finished clearing Emily's room, when the door slightly cracked open.
"Psst. Daisy. Here, quick!" whispered Mr. Eddington, sliding a bundle of clothes through the gap.
Daisy grabbed the bundle from him and quickly changed into the sweatpants and t-shirt.
"Come, quick!" urged Mr. Eddington, and Daisy jogged behind him to the servant's quarters.
"Do you like that Aaron Zakhrov boy?" asked Mr. Eddington.
"Yes, Dad. I do. He's really nice to me," said Daisy.
"Very well. You can stay with him as long as you like, but you'll still need to come here for the night. OK?" said Mr. Eddington.
"OK, Dad," said Daisy, hugging him as tightly as her sore nipples would allow.
"Now, go to bed. I'll handle mistress Emily," said Mr. Eddington, ushering Daisy to her room.
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Early the next morning, Aaron and Ivan arrived at the Clarke estate in the BMW M5.
The guards opened the gates without stopping them, and they pulled up to the entrance of the main house.
Daisy bounded out of the house dressed in her bed clothes, followed closely by her father in his butler uniform.
"Here is the letter allowing Daisy to spend the day and be chaperoned. Unfortunately, I cannot condone her spending the night unless it is an emergency," said Mr. Eddington.
"All right," said Ivan taking the letter, while Daisy scampered into the back seat.
"Go quickly, before mistress Emily awakens," urged Mr. Eddington. Ivan nodded and drove the BMW out of the estate.
As soon as they were past the gates, Daisy gave a big sigh of relief.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Zakhrov, Emily took away your hoodie," she said contritely.
"Think nothing of it, Daisy. I've got plenty of those," assured Ivan as the BMW sped home.
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Daisy looked around the guest bedroom of the Zakhrov residence.
A new, neatly folded uniform blouse and skirt lay on the bed.
A note on the top in Aaron's cursive handwriting said: "Ms. Sophia had this ready last night, 2 new sets will be ready at the end of the week"
In the wardrobe, Daisy found her shopping bags arranged along the floor and a new uniform blazer hanging in a suit bag.
She bent down, and opened the shopping bags, pulling out a white satin and brocade over-bust corset.
After making sure the corset was properly secure, Daisy unfolded and examined the white uniform blouse.
It seemed to have a more aggressive taper than her previous one.
She put it on, and let out a gasp, the blouse had been tailored to take into consideration the narrower waist made by the corset.
With a new wave of excitement, she carefully pulled on her black pantyhose and then the new black pleated uniform skirt.
The skirt fit perfectly around her narrow waist and sat just above her knees.
Daisy then put on her tie, pulled the blazer out of the suit bag and put it on, buttoning it across her waist.
"Hey, mirror, what do you think?" she asked, twirling in front of the full-length mirror.
"Aaron says I look beautiful, Emily says I'm a fat ugly bimbo. Whom do I believe?" she asked her reflection.
The mirror remained silent, reflecting her image back at her.
She folded her arms and cocked her head to the side, examining herself critically.
"Know what? I think Aaron is right," she said, smiling at her reflection.
Looking around the room, she found new black patent leather pumps that Aaron had taken the liberty of getting her.
With a final twirl in the mirror and a spring in her step, Daisy headed for the living room.
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"You look very beautiful in the new uniform Daisy. I'm glad Sophia was able to get one ready at such short notice," said Aaron as Daisy joined them in the living room.
"Thank you so much Aaron! You like it?" asked Daisy, giving Aaron a twirl.
"Yes, do you?" asked Aaron, smiling at the twirl.
"Yep. Are we ready to leave?" asked Daisy, as Aaron and Ivan stood up and buttoned their blazers.
"Yes," replied Aaron, picking up the BMW's keys.
"Ride shotgun Daisy. I'll sit in the back this time," said Ivan as they approached the car.
Once Aaron had carefully pulled out of the driveway and was going on the main road at a slow but steady pace, Ivan spoke up: "Aaron, it's getting late, step on it!"
Aaron chuckled and floored the throttle. Daisy let out a squeal as the BMW M5 let out a powerful roar and accelerated rapidly.
They reached the school with plenty of time to spare, and waved to Ivan as he drove off to MIT.
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"Daisy! What the hell happened to you? You left the house before I was even up!" shouted Emily, storming up to where Daisy and Aaron sat.
Daisy stood up to face her tormentor.
"My parents may be your employees Emily, but I'm not. Find somebody else to wait on you hand and foot," she said, meeting Emily's gaze.
The boning of her corset made her feel like she was wearing armor, and she had realized something important:
It was Emily who was the fat and ugly girl, not her.
Emily staggered backwards, "Where the hell did you get that uniform?" she snarled, eyeing Daisy's polished and put-together appearance.
"The outfitters, duh," said Daisy, smirking at how off-balance Emily seemed to be.
The other students had started to watch them, and Daisy felt another surge of confidence from the admiring looks the boys were giving her, and the envious glares from the girls.
More than that. Aaron was sitting beside her, and despite him ignoring Emily completely, his presence infused her with a courage she didn't know she possessed.
Emily's eyes roved over Daisy's figure.
"Did this twerp give you a liposuction or something? You're not that... thin," she growled, instinctively covering her own protruding belly with her hands.
"Are you body-shaming Ms. Eddington, Ms. Clarke?" asked a stern voice from behind Emily causing her to jump.
She whirled around to find Father Abel glaring down at her.
"Catechism class is about to commence, since you are not Catholic, I suggest you head for your ethics class" he said, as the warning bell rang.
With a yelp, Emily dashed to her desk to collect her bag.