Life as a good little girl/"Wake up, you were supposed to be at the school bus stop five minutes ago."
From Create Your Own Story
"What!" you bolt upright,flinging yourself off the bed. For a moment you stare at a wall covered in pictures of girls who are naked, mostly naked, and being gang banged. Then you remember the room switch, and you turn around, looking for your clothes, finally spotting them on the dresser that sits next to the open door.
Joe shakes his head and walks out the door, almost walking into Danny. While Mark is fourteen, Danny is sixteen. For a moment he stares at you like he's never seen you before. You don't think anything of it until he opens his mouth.
"Nice tits, Stephi," he says with a laugh.
"Wh-what?" you stammer, frozen with your pre-selected outfit dangling from your hands. You glance downward and remember, abruptly, that you're naked. You'd think you'd remember that, considering that ever since you and mom moved to this hot city you've been unable to sleep with any clothes on. The reminder makes you blush furiously and you race off to the other side of the room.
Glancing back you see Danny leaning against the door-jamb. Is he checking out your ass, you wonder.
"Could I get some privacy, please?" you say in a cool voice. He just smirks, but doesn't budge. Knowing you don't have time to argue with him you settle for making sure he can't see your front.
Starting with the little skirt you whip it over your ass and around your front. Being a zip-down means you don't have to step into it, just make the zippers touch and pull the zipper down. Unfortunately that proves harder to do than you thought it would be. You can barely get the teeth to touch, and it seems to take ages before you actually get the zipper slotted. Pulling it down proves even harder, and you manage barely two inches before letting go. The zipper immediately slides up a quarter of an inch over the inside of your thigh.
Leaving the skirt for a moment you grab the handkerchief you'd planned on using as a top and eye it dubiously. Will it really fit? Folding it in half so that it's a triangle you cover your breasts and reach around to tie it. Immediately you find out that the ends barely meet, and after fumbling with trying to tie it you come up with the idea of tying it in front and then rotating it. While this makes it easier, it's still hard to tie it, mostly because the ends barely touch. The fabric has only a little bit of stretch to it so you end up leaving the tiny knot as is and rotating it around your body. The handkerchief turns reluctantly until you finally have everything in place.
Except, you realize as you're about to turn, that the handkerchief is actually positioned below your nipples. God, that would be so embarrassing. You nearly ran out of the house with your nipples on full display. Blushing at the idea you tug on the handkerchief. It takes quite a bit of effort to pull it up, mostly because you can't seem to get the knot at the back to move higher. Well, that and your nipples seem to have become freakishly big compared to their usual tiny size. Eventually, though, you manage to get it up so that your nipples - and surrounding area - are just barely hidden. You turn and realize the skirt zipper has slid up three-quarters of an inch and tug it down again as you rush to the door.
"Shoes!" you exclaim to yourself, realizing that Danny has left at some point. Looking around desperately you spot a pair of sandals with a tall heel that you don't remember seeing before. Did you have these all along? They even seem your size. Slipping them on you immediately feel taller and have to grab the dresser for balance. You shuffle toward the door, hands up and out like you're walking a tight rope. Using the wall for balance you manage to make it to the bathroom without any slips and quickly brush your teeth and hair.
Knowing that the bus might already be at the stop - or on the way toward the school - you rush as fast as the heels let you, and manage to get out the door into the hot sunshine. You totter down the street at the fastest rate you can manage, hands outstretched, wondering if you look like a kid pretending she's an airplane.
"Stephi!" Tiff exclaims when you turn the corner, and a sense of relief fills you. If she's here you didn't miss the bus. Or she decided to wait with you for the next one. Either way you're glad to see her.
"Hi Tiff!" you greet her back, and realize she's looking down.
"Like my outfit? I decided to slut it up," you tell her saucily and do a pirouette before remembering the heels. She reaches out to tug on your right arm before you can fall over, pulling you back upright.
"Th-thanks. I'm not used to the heels yet," you laugh.
"Wow. That outfit's... even more daring than the one I helped you pick out," she says, still holding your hand. You feel a flush of warmth go through you at her touch and her clearly delighted gaze. If you didn't know better you'd say she actually looked shocked by how you look, but that's probably just because she didn't realize you could be so daring. You had intended to tell her about your clothing woes, but now that she's looking you up and down like that you vow to keep it to yourself and pretend that it was all planned.
"Like I said, I wanted to dress like the whore I am."
Tiffany's eyes sparkle at your words, and she grins before responding. "Well you should make sure you remember to charge before you get so cock-happy that you forget to charge them. A buck or two up front and you'll have fifty bucks by the week-end."
"Uh... yeah. At least," you force a giggle, looking down a bit bashfully - and to check out Tiffany's rack. In doing so you realize that you've been baring your own minisucle breasts. Sometime during the walk the top had slipped below your nipples.
"Oh. Hah. Oops. I'd better adjust these," you say, and start to turn around in spite of Tiffany continuing to hold your hand. You struggle to adjust them one handedly, and barely manage to slip the top up so that it perches on the very tips of your nipples.
"That's..." you freeze, realizing as you look up that two people are staring at you. One of them is a large, greasy looking boy you're pretty sure goes to the same school as you, and the other is an old man you often see at the bus stop.
"You naughty little girl," the old man says with a lecherous grin.
Wide-eyed, you turn back to Tiffany, forgetting about further adjustments to your top. "Did they...?"
"See all? Drink in the sights? Get hard looking at you? Oh yeah. Completely," she says throatily, winking at you.
Mortified, you feel heat rising through your body, particularly your face.
"Oh look, the bus is here," Tiff says, and tugs you forward as the public bus stops and opens its doors.
Climbing the steep steps is a little difficult in the heels, and when Tiffany stops to show her student ID you're left with your right left a foot higher and the slit in your skirt shows the entirety of your inside thigh.
"Tiff!" you hiss. "I just realized I forgot my school bag."
"Well that's too bad, but it's too late to go back. You'll have to borrow someone else's books, I guess," she shrugs.
"No no, it's not that. I've got my wallet and student ID in my bag."
"Oh. Ohhhh," she repeats, and a smile slowly blooms. She leans over until her ear mouth nearly touches your ear and whispers, "This driver's a perv. Show him your slobbering cunt and I bet he'll let you on free."
