Veronica swore to Betty she had a way to make Archie pay for playing them against each other all these years. Betty wasn’t so sure but she was pissed off enough to go along with V’s schemes. But…frankly she was a little let down when the drunken poker game Veronica had rigged against Archie ended up with a lame payoff dare from Reggie: Arch had to dress like a girl all day and be at Reg’s beck and call no matter the task. Pff. Archie and Jughead had cross-dressed on purpose dozens of time for their harebrained plans. Boring. Even Archie seemed relieved.
But when Betty saw the hot girl Veronica’s personal stylists had turned Archie into, she started getting intrigued. This was new. Arch certainly seemed ill at ease. Not to mention, several boys made passes and grabbed his ass before realizing who it was. If they realized. Even with the height and same hair, contour makeup and cute clothes really did make the woman.
Betty went to congratulate Veronica at the end of the day. Arch had been thoroughly embarrassed and demoralized. Especially after Reggie made Archie sit on his lap during lunch and feed him. Archie had been red-faced since and wasn’t looking anyone in the eye. He didn’t even glare at the new wave of folks (boys and girls…and a few teachers?!) that catcalled him and smacked his ass. Heh! That’ll teach him to use girls like pawns in his dating games.
“You are an evil genius, Veronica! I think Archie has finally learned a lesson this time.”
“Oh I don’t think we can let him off that easy. Reggie and I have one cherry to place atop Archie’s shaming. Well…his cherry, that is.”
Betty had no idea what more they could possibly do. Veronica led her into an empty classroom where Reggie was putting Arch through his paces. Walk with books on your head, take sharp turns in heels, sit on the desk and practice crossing your legs in a skirt. Archie’s face glowed crimson but he didn’t fight it. He just complied with a “yes, sir” when commanded and a “thank you, sir” when Reggie called him a good girl. Where was the smug smirk, where was the wheeling and dealing? What had happened to that boyish rogue and where had this girl come from who was so…demure.
“Enough games, Reg darling, let the girl serve you.”
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