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Tying the strings of my bikini was so difficult that I nearly called Heather in to help. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of that, but I was also at my wits end with these nails. By the time I had finally gotten myself dressed, she was long gone, probably sitting in her pool chair and chuckling to herself. She was having way too much fun with my predicaments, and I could only hope that she kept her word when I finished these tasks.
She was definitely going to keep her word…right?
Regardless, I had no other options. I stepped into the heels, holding my arms out to the side to make sure I stayed balanced. Not only was my normal distribution of weight way off, but these were the type of shoes you might expect a stripper to wear. I had no idea how Heather planned on me learning how to walk in them with no experience, but I’m sure the failure was part of the plan. She wanted to watch me struggle.
One foot in front of the other…one tiny step after the last…jiggling all the way.
I swore I was going to kill her once she turned me back.
The worst part of my long walk was the fact that the party showed no signs of subsiding. If anything, there were more people, with probably two dozen in my backyard. I had felt self conscious while alone in my bedroom, and the idea of all those eyes hit me like a brick wall as I reached the sliding glass door. I froze, looking down at myself and squirming slightly. These ridiculous boobs were practically being shown off on a pink platter. The g-string between my cheeks showed off the entirety of my butt, and made me realize just how antsy that could make someone. I had no qualms about showing my butt as a guy. Who cared about that? But a girl’s butt…that was something that demanded either modesty or desire. And mine was jutting out from behind me like you were meant to stare at it. I was smaller…no doubt weaker. I was by no means out of shape, and was probably pretty fit for a girl. But with all those guys out there, and all this hotness for them to leer at…
I took a deep breath and forced myself out into the backyard.
“Tori!” said the guy who had caught me earlier, waiting by the door as if trying to ‘run into me’ when I came back out.
I turned to him, my assets taking a bit longer to follow my lead, and then a second or two to stop oscillating. “Yes?” I asked curtly. I caught Heather in the corner of my eye, looking over her shoulder to appraise the conversation.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I mean, you’ve worn heels almost every day since I’ve known you. Never seen you stumble before.”
“There’s a first time for everything” I said, still not used to the sound of my voice. It was jarring every time I heard its sweet, sultry tones. I could sound like I was flirting while just reading the phone book. “A first time for a lot of things, apparently…”
“Well, if you fall again…” he said, reaching out and putting a hand on my side. I wanted to squirm right out of my skin. “I’ll make sure you get caught.”
“Ahem…” came the sound of Heather clearing her throat, clearly not pleased at my dry conversation skills.
I looked to the dude and slumped slightly. “I’ll totally keep that in mind! And thanks for the save, by the way!”
He grinned and pulled his hand back. “No problem. I’m always glad to snatch up a hottie like you.”
As he walked away, I was struck by just how little of the conversation he’d spent looking me in the eyes.
“Ha!” came Heather’s contribution to my annoyance. I growled and minced away from her, heading towards the other end of the pool. Someone had gotten out my dad’s grille, and was cooking up some burgers and dogs for the rest. It smelled good, and was far away from my stepmother.
But, it was close to everyone else.
“Tori Titties! What’s up!” came the call of some guy before his girlfriend nudged him. It seems like I had a nickname…
“Nothing, just had to go in the house and deal with some…yaknow” I offered unsurely. I was having a bit of difficulty improvising ever since I entered the crowd. I couldn’t just see the eyes pawing all over my form. I could feel them. It wasn’t like I had eyes on the back of my head, but I knew the dudes behind me were looking. Not only were the dudes inspecting me like some prey, the girls were looking as well. Half of them seemed to be looking at me with judgment, clearly disgusted by how brazen and bimboish I was. They were comparing. They were envious.
That was hard to wrap my head around.
But the other half were looking at me with a gaze not unlike the guys. Heather did mention that I was pretty notoriously bi. I guess that reputation attracted a lot of gay girls. I might have been flattered, but none of my fantasies about hot girls involved me also being a girl. They were giving me looks I’d always wanted from a girl, but they weren’t looking at my face either.
“Oh, Tori. I just wish I had your confidence. I mean, who else would wear a bikini like that?!”
I was so busy bristling against the attention that it took me a second to notice the insult. Did that girl just slut shame me?!
“And is that a new piercing?” asked a muscular girl, getting so close to me that I shrunk slightly. She put her hands to my navel and leaned into my ear.
“I’d like to put something else inside you” she whispered.
I went pale.
She pulled back as if she hadn’t said anything, putting the ball in my court as everyone went back to chatting. They still stole glances, but now that I’d arrived, it was slightly less overt. But even the little glances got to me. I felt worse than naked. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, but no one noticed.
“Victoria!” came a voice next to me, the same one who had made the pointed remark about my confidence. “You have to tell me your secret.”
I went a bit rigid at that. Did she remember the old me? “My secret?”
“I only wore heels to dances, and they killed my feet. But you wear them all the time!” she exclaimed.
I shrugged, that gesture having the obvious, yet unanticipated effect of making my chest bounce. “Uh…pageant training.”
“Oh, right” she said, still looking at me as if I were the village bicycle.
SMACK
I jumped and yelped at the hand playfully slapping my butt, nearly falling over again.
Shoot.
It was Toby, the jerk who had bullied me my entire life and, in this reality, taken me to prom.
I gritted my teeth as I turned to him, and the girl to the side seemed ready to chew him out with me. Even if she didn’t like me, I suppose there was a girl code or something. But as she looked for an indication to yell at the guy, I looked to my stepmother, across the pool.
She was watching intently.
Instead of calling Toby a pig, with the other girl backing me up, I put on a strained, fake smile. “Oh, Toby! You know how to say hello to a girl!”
The girl looked at me like she wanted to throw up in her mouth, then walked away.
“What’s up? I haven’t seen you since prom.”
“Yeah…yeah…” I nodded dumbly, having no idea about our new history.
“I was starting to think you only went out with me to make sure you won queen.”
“Oh…no…I…I could have won queen without you” I quickly explained, trying to play along with this insane reality.
“Well, it’s good to see you. Even if you’re a bit overdressed” he said.
“Overdressed?” I asked, looking down at my tiny strip bikini. If I was wearing anything skimpier, it wouldn’t be able to structurally function.
“Well, you’re wearing more than you were after prom” he winked.
Okay…
Now I was the one who wanted to throw up in my mouth.
“Anyway, if you ever want to go out again…” he said, reaching out and grabbing a handful of my butt. Everything told me to pull away, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to. “What did you say that night? I was the best you ever had…”
This time, I literally threw up in my mouth.
SMACK
His spank came so nonchalant that I had to assume I should be used to it, that it was a common occurrence from him to me. “Call me?”
I nodded meekly as he gave me another wink and headed off. It felt like I needed a shower to get the stink of him off me.
The next twenty minutes or so settled into a routine of stares, snide jokes and blatant harassment, that came so fast and lasted so long that it sort of blended together. Some highlights include:
When a dude crumbled up his napkin and threw it between my cleavage, giving me the strange sensation of having something nestled between my breasts.
When some dude asked if I was from Tennessee, because I was the only ten he saw.
When the judgy girl (whose name turned out to be Kim) told the muscled girl (whose name turned out to be Renee) that she wasn’t sure if it was all natural. I turned at her in annoyance, and she quickly, jokingly covered by saying “A natural blonde! You have such a perfect barbie color!”
“Yeah, it's the perfect shade to pull” said the lesbian, who winked at me.
I wanted to facepalm, but I’d probably put my eye out with these nails.
Mercifully, after all that reluctantly mingling, my stepmother finally spoke up.
“Okay guys and gals! Thanks for coming, but I have to insist you head out. Victoria needs to sunbathe topless to have no lines for the pageant, and even though a lot of you had already seen that…” she grinned. “I must insist she does it in private.”
As if this had been well understood since the start of the party, everyone got their things and began to filter out. A few thanked me for the pool. A few said that we should hang out more often. Toby just made a phone gesture against his ear.
Heather looked to me as they filtered out, as if waiting for something.
Shoot!
Most of them were gone by the time I remember about the lotion, including most of the girls. I was so desperate not to fail that I quickly exclaimed.
“Who wants to lotion me up!?”
All the guys stopped in their tracks.
Shoot.
Before I could say anything, they all swarmed me, hitting me with offers and claims of massage prowess as my stepmother cackled in the background. Surrounded by shirtless dudes, most of them looming over me despite my heels, I cowered downward. I shrunk as they insisted they were the best for the job, the chorus of overwhelming noise making me feel as if the world was closing in around me.
“You!” I said, pointing randomly, in an effort to get the rest away from me.
“I knew you were grateful…” said Rick, the dude that had caught me, then tried to put the moves on me.
Despite how much I wanted it to be anyone but him, I knew choosing again would just promote more debate. So I just quickly said goodbye to the other guys, squeezing through the crowd as Rick followed me.
Soon enough, we were at my pool chair, my stepmother waving to me as we arrived.
I glared daggers at her.
“So I’m oiling you all up?” asked Rick as the other guys sadly left, as few of them walking slow in hopes of a glimpse.
“Just my back” I insisted, looking down at the pool chair and wondering how this would even work. I doubted that I could even lay on my stomach with a chest like this, not unless there were two holes in the chair. But I decided to try, slowly lowering myself down until my legs and stomach were on it, and then lowering my torso as well.
Turns out, I could lay on my chest. It just meant that my sideboob went insane, poking out the sides of my torso for his viewing pleasure. Plus, the pressure on my chest wasn’t especially comfortable. I was ultra-aware of every nerve in my boobs as he made his way behind me, oiling up his hands and admiring the view.
Why did I have to know that he was admiring the view? Let no one convince you otherwise: feminine intuition sucks. I’d take male ignorance any day of the week, especially when it comes to creeps getting an eyeful.
“You got to relax. Lay down more” he said, putting his hands on my shoulder blades and forcing them down. I grunted, because even if I did need to lay down more, I still had a pair of tits being pressed into the chair.
“And here we go…” he said. I couldn’t see what he meant, but I quickly felt it. The knot I had worked so hard to tie behind my back quickly came undone, and my eyes went wide. The bikini fell around me, with only the front of it pressed against the chair giving me coverage. I wanted to quickly react, but I was frozen to the chair. If I moved too much, he’d get a full view of my titanic chest. If I sat up, he’d see my bare nipples. I don’t know why I cared about that kind of stuff all of the sudden, but I did. And I was mortified.
“I’ll say one thing…” he said, starting at the bottom and working his hands on my supple calves. “You’re definitely going to win the swimsuit competition.”
He made his way up to my thighs, relishing each touch as I tried not to curse him out. He’d clearly undone my top just to look, because otherwise he would have done it once he reached my back. Plus, the proximity of his hands made me hyper aware of my new parts down below, and how much I didn’t want him near them. I never thought I’d be in a situation where I felt protective of a pair of lower lips, but here I was. When he moved up, I almost missed his work on my thighs.
He grabbed a handful of my butt in each hand, kneading and rubbing it, squeezing and working each cheek for his own benefit rather than my own. I wanted to tell him to stop, but at least he didn’t take too much liberty. He moved up to my back, then to the spot where my string had been. He got it all lotioned up, and I assumed he was done.
Then, both hands went around, getting lotion on the sides of my compressed boobs as they protruded from either side.
“You look good. And if you ever need me to do this again…” he trailed off, reaching down and giving my right butt cheek a big squeeze.
“See ya!”
I seethed as he walked off, so much pep in his step as my stepmother held in her laughter. He started whistling happily before he even got to the gate, and by the time he was gone, my stepmother could no longer hide her glee.
“Are you happy?!” I shouted angrily.
“Exceedingly” she answered, sitting down next to me. “I think I’ve changed my mind on him. You can do a lot worse.”
“This isn’t funny! My worst bully is trying to sleep with me!”
“Again?” she asked.
“Yes, apparently I said he was the best I ever had!” I said, face red with anger.
“I wouldn’t worry. You say that to all the boys” she shrugged.
“HEATHER!!!” I shouted even more emphatically. “I did it. Okay! It’s done. Turn me back.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What part of ‘lesson one’ made you think this was the only one? It’s a class. And you haven’t learned your lesson. Part of it, maybe. But you’re not done. In fact…”
She summoned a piece of blank paper, ink suddenly appearing on it.

D+

“D plus?!”
“Yes, it’s not just the name of your favorite dildo. It’s your grade on this assignment! You barely played along. You had an annoyed expression. You should smile more. Boys like that. I mean…it’s like you always say. A hot girl like me can only get by on men liking me.”
“I didn’t choose to be a hot girl!” I snapped.
“Neither did I. And well…that’s not entirely true. I may have used my powers for some of my own enhancements” she said, looking down at her body with pride. “But being a bimbo is all fun and games, like you said. I don’t know why any of it would annoy you?”
I sighed, sitting up as my massive chest swung and putting the bikini top back on. “Can you at least tie this for me?”
“Of course. You’re my daughter…” she said, getting my back tied as I lifted up the piece of paper she gave me. A big D+ covered the page until all the text disappeared.
Then, a new assignment appeared.

Lesson 2: Gold Digging, Free Drinks and Becoming a Trophy