1 comments/ 6632 views/ 0 favorites Deidre's Birthday Morning Ch. 01 By: OhCrap Friday morning. Happy birthday. Nothing like being eighteen. Again. After slowly waking up to the third round of the snooze button's blaring of the morning show, I decided that I didn't feel any different than the day before. No miraculous reversion to my former condition. I was going to have to face this damnable coming of age ceremony head on. The first time I'd been eighteen I never realized how lucky I was. I'd been rather lazy and rarely if ever shaved but you know, there's more territory to drag a razor over in this form than what would be on a person's face. Oh sure. Being a tomboy so to speak I ended up being just as lazy, and decided I wouldn't be doing it this time either. Sure I tried shaving my legs and under arms a couple of times but shit man, that's just too much work when all I wanted to do is get on with things. I remember cutting my legs to ribbons in a failed attempt for that soft silky smooth etc type crap you hear on the TV. Now don't get me wrong. I wasn't settling into this 'condition' of mine or anything. I still have high expectations of my return to my proper and former condition. Never mind with the 'When in Rome' crap either. Get that out of your head. I'm Celt remember or at least I was. I had this whole anti Rome and it's damn short hair policy that made people think I was into rock. Needless to say I was accustomed to having longer than normal hair. I just wasn't used to having it so straight. That cooler I drank might have had some particles of Anne's and Aaron's DNA as Aaron had learned through his investigations. I guess that's what gave me a pseudo look that I could actually be from their lineage. Richard's mop was thick and messy, kind of like his father's and yet he has the blackest almost indigo like colouring to it, much like Anne's Asian ancestry. I on the other hand have an almost Chinese look to my physical appearance save but for one fact. Although I seem to be blessed with the manageability of Anne's straight hair, it would seem I get the near platinum colouring from Aaron's side. East meets north north west. Ever wonder what it'd be like if the Orient had kids with Vikings? I don't. I hate it. It gets me much too much unwanted attention. Yes, that means I look Asian but have naturally occurring blonde hair. That coupled with these things on my chest will surely get me back problems as well as several thousand headaches to come. I do admit to being thankful for Richard's ability to run defense. I'm actually quite happy that we've developed an unspoken communication on it. Especially since he knows what happened 5 years ago. To this day in fact. "Ahh crap." I muttered as I tortuously reminded myself the specifics of what happened. My thoughts drifted to what I recalled from that night, as I made my way to the bathroom and started up the shower. Richard, as it goes, had actually seen the change happening. That's why he'd been snickering. He knew what had happened but didn't know the why, just that it happened. All of it was one big huge inside joke with me and my current condition baring the brunt of the punch line.. "YeeeOUCH!" I shrieked as I was brought back to the here and now. The suddenness of the near freezing jets of cold water blasting me from head to toe. Soaked, I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself in it then stormed out of the bathroom dripping my way down the hall towards the stairs. "Richaaaaard" I hollered when I stormed into the kitchen. Pointing my finger accusingly, all I could manage to utter out my blue lips was a teeth chattering. "Hot water!" Richard's immediate reaction was to spew his coffee as he burst out laughing. He knew what I was pissed at. He'd always wake up not to long before me in order to use all the hot water. He'd worked it into timing it just right so that the tank didn't have enough time to recover before I hopped into the shower. "Dick" I muttered at him through his roaring laughter which only egged him on more. That earned me a response from Anne. "Deidre" She said in a stern tone. "But he used all the hot water again." I whimpered back. I no longer had the comfort of a giant's constitution. Even though it's been 5 years I still miss my ability to generate body heat. As Richard calmed himself for a moment he retorted to my calling him 'Dick'. Still chuckling he called back at me. "Double D" A swish hissed through the air abruptly ending in an audible smack as the spatula Anne toted connected with the back of Richard's hand. "Ow, what was that for?" He cried out. "It's your sister's birthday." She said menacingly while pointing the flap jack flipper at him as if it were loaded. "But she called me.." He quickly trailed it off as Anne dismissively waved in front of him as if to either cast some swish and flick kind of spell or smack him again. "Sorry D" He muttered under his breath before she shrugged at me. "Happy Birthday." Sure, I let him get away with this whole sibling rivalry kind of thing. I guess it was a light spot of fun that kept my mind off the depressive tragedy of my condition. It didn't really matter to either of us any points or getting the last laugh on things. Besides, it gave Witchy poo the occasional chance to prove she wasn't all that bad as I thought she was five plus years ago. I also knew why Richard seemed to give an uncaring shrug. He turned out to be not such a bad guy either. I guess he knew this whole birthday thing was a stinging reminder. Flipping her spatula around in the direction of the basement Anne intoned. "Use the tub." She instructed. "Aww tsk." Was my only reply. I hate taking a bath. I use every opportunity to deny myself the 'frilly', 'dainty', 'huggy', 'feely' crap that goes along with this physical form. That's why I prefer a shower since there's only so far into adapting to my condition I'm willing to go. Swish and flick. "Use the tub." Anne repeated her spell. Hanging my head cause I knew I had a limited time before needing to get ready for school, I begrudgingly flopped my feet as I headed to the doom of the cast iron bathing basin. It was an antique and must have been a part of the original house when the rest of it was modernized to the lavish state it's in now. It was also on a different water tank. Sure enough, it had hot water that seemed to fill too quick. Oh don't get me wrong. The tub is rather huge compared to my 5'2" height and took it's proper amount of time to fill. It's just that I hate the effect it seems to have, and any time is always too soon. As I stepped into the steaming water I sighed and when I lowered myself I let out a whimpering gasp. "Oh shit" I announced suddenly as the water line had an instant effect when it connected with my nethers. See, this is some of the part I hate about the tub. I'm usually in a state of extreme self controlled lock down to any of these kind of physical feelings. Anything that would over ride and make me acknowledge being female. Immersing myself fully, I grumbled as it began to wash over me. There it was, what I dread the most about the tub. Buoyancy. I was floating with my limbs bouncing and my boobs bobbing. Sure enough the tingling sensations began to wash over me as I muttered my curses and began to quickly soap up. It seems to happen every time I take a bath as opposed to a shower. Another slight whimper escaped me as I felt my nipples stiffen. "Shit, damn mother fuckin hell!" I proclaimed as I tried to concentrate on returning them to a state of desensitized neutrality. Unfortunately it seems that the harder I think about it the opposite effect it has. Yes, yes, yes. I know why. It's the whole thing about. "If it's the focus of your attention." Blah, I still hate it and try anyway. I used to be able to over ride those types of sensations, but that was a proverbial whole other life. In any case. I convinced myself by some excuse or other to shave. Yes reader. Just my legs and under arms. I attribute the whole damn bouncy, floaty, tingly stiffened nipples thing to a light form of sexual intoxication. True that Spring being well under way might also have a contributing factor since it was late May and all. "Spring. When a young man's fancies turn to getting into panties." I recited from my former youth. "Yeah. Not fucken likely." I said in quick reply as if having a conversation with myself out loud. I finished up with scraping my legs I realized, I had to admit, shaving in the tub got better results than the hack job I did in the shower. As I began to chew the razor into my underarm lawn, there was a knock that made me jump out of my skin. "What!?!" I demanded at the top of my lungs. "I'll be out in a minute." "We're ready to go." Came the voice from the other side. It was Karen's. "Alright, I'll be out in a minute" I said in a more subdued tone as I finished up under one arm. "Crap" Not only did I feel stupid for shaving in the first place, I'd feel even more stupid if I didn't to the other one. So, on I went chewing the razor through that forest as well. Having blonde hair made it hardly noticeable if I missed a few stragglers but the whole thing on one side and not the other would feel weird. I have this symmetry thing that if I scuff one shoe in mid step I have to scuff the other exactly the same amount I did to the first one. It's all about balance. As I hurriedly finished up in the bath I quickly toweled myself off and realized I forgotten two things. First was that I hadn't had breakfast yet and I owe the damn Dick a punch in the arm for the shower delay that caused that. Secondly was that my clothes were upstairs. That'd mean I'd have to parade through the house wrapped only in a towel, and right in front of anyone waiting for me. My nipples were still poking, my skin tingling my legs shaved and so were my under arms. Did I mention I hate the tub? Pacing a few times I decided to take a breath and reach for the door when another knock came. I squeaked a yelp..Hate the tub, hate the tub, hate the tub. Fricken girly response. "Here's your clothes." Karen said in a hurried fashion. I slightly opened and peeked out the door while positioning myself behind it. "Ok thanks." I said as I grabbed the bundle from her. "Hurry up slow poke. We're going to Timmy's for breakfast. That's a local coffee shop for all you non Canadians "What the hell?" I muttered to myself after closing the door. I turned the bundle of material over and over in my hands and rapidly shook them. Something was missing. Yea yea. My sports bra and panties. Sure I've gone El Commando with no panties but there was no fricken way I'm going to go bouncily bra-less. Especially with the damn state my nipples are in. "C'mon hurry" Karen chirped anxiously as she stepped into the bathroom carrying my book bag. "We gotta go" Having already pulled my shorts on, I demanded. "Where the fuck is my bra?" Karen shrugged. "Dunno." As she held out my book bag."Well gimmie a moment to get one." I said in a hurried tone. "No we gotta go." Karen whined and protested. She started doing some form of pee pee dance that stated she was in a hurry. Giving an exasperated sigh I pulled on my top and grabbed a brush pulling it through my hair. Fucken hell. So I was going bra-less after all. Lucky I have a couple in my school locker. Pulling my bag in front of my chest I dashed up stairs on Karen's heels and raced through the kitchen on my way to the front door. "Have a good day at school and Happy Birthday" Anne called out. "Ok thanks mom" I called back in return. Yes I called Witchy poo, 'mom' in the company of others. Dashing down the drive way, Karen climbed into the front seat of Todd's car and nestled herself between him and Jack. This left one spot for me, the back seat beside Amy. Richard was already in the back passenger side behind Jackson, followed by Steve and Amy. I'm guessing Amy's latest flavor was how much she liked basket ball considering how close she was nudging into the team captain's personal space. Almost made me either want to flippantly suggest that any closer and she'd be in Richard's lap. Again. Or to inquire whether she was committing some kind of foul that would allow Steve a free throw. I pulled the door shut after nudging my way into the back seat, all the while keeping my book bag tightly against my torso, and off we went. It wasn't odd that giggling was coming from the front seat. Karen was there after all. However it did kind of catch my attention and I frowned quizzically watching what seemed to be a front seat huddle between Karen and Jack. "What're you two on about?" I inquired. Jackson partially turned as he put something on his head. Fluttering his eyes at me, he asked. "Like my new hat?" My bra. KA-FRICKEN-POW Twang! Richard's fist collided rather dramatically with Jackson's forehead and as a result, out the window went my bra. I was frozen, my mouth agape. My eyes dashed around the car. Todd remained stoically neutral with the expression. "I know nothing. I'm just driving." Jackson was rubbing his wounded head, Karen was crying from laughter. Steve was chucking while Amy was asking. "Wah happon?" Richard, like I said, tries to run defense and did a pretty good job of after the fact, but he had his face turned to his window side and I could tell by his jostling shoulders he was trying to stifle a laugh. I slowly closed my mouth and my eyes and hung my head as I felt the heat in my cheeks as a result of a deep blush. Did I mention I hate the tub? So this is how my day is going to turn out and it's only just begun. "Ahh hells" I muttered to myself as I buried my face in my book bag. After passing through the drive through and piling out of the car to eat our breakfast, Karen approached me in a somewhat apologetic fashion. "You know. You should lighten up a bit. You only turn eighteen once." I scoffed a bit at that. "What?" Karen said. Still with my book bag to my chest I gave a halfhearted shrug and replied. "Nuthin" "You're always so guarded and on the defensive." Karen complained. "I am." I returned in a monotone matter of fact statement. Sighing, Karen shook her head. "You know you don't have to be. We're your friends." Extending her hand and taking a pinch hold of a corner of my book bag, she continued with. "Lighten up. Have fun. Just once. It'll be my birthday gift to you." I know Karen's family isn't well off. On occasion they struggle to make end's meet. It isn't about getting a lavish or expensive gift. I really don't care about that. All someone would ever have to do is just acknowledge. Nothing more and I usually appreciate it as if it were made of gold. Karen means well as far as she knows. So when she gently tugged my bag away from my chest encouraging me to let it down, I lowered it. Hate the tub. Hate the tub. Hate the tub. I had to pick something to concentrate on as it felt like everyone's eyes were on me. And they were. I didn't scan around to confirm. Couldn't. I was trying to focus on anything but the return of the tingles. Hate the tub. The buoyancy bouncy feeling it gives through my whole body and especially my breasts. Ahh hells. I have breasts. 34 double D's. If they're not properly packed away they jiggle. They jiggled Shit Hate the tub. Well this isn't working. I could feel goose bumps forming all over my skin. Smooth freshly shaved legs. Crap man. Hate the tub. Damn it. Yea those thought's aren't working, and they're off. Chest braille that would make any blind man see again and the red glow of a blush that would make any lead reindeer jealous. My breathing stuttered an intake as I began to feel secretions. Ok this isn't good for self control. I'm going to have to work on that. It seems like anything I do or try to focus on isn't getting me to the neutral desensitized state I'm requiring of myself. After we all finished breakfast, we were ready to pile back into the car. Richard was flexing with a slight clenched tooth snarl. Part of our silent communication. I jerked my head in a slight shake responding and he raised an eyebrow ever so slightly tilting his head. To the average person and even to those we call friends, no one noticed a thing. Karen seemed to usher clueless Amy to the front seat and Richard looked over at the car. A slight nodding tilt of my head indicated I was ok and he could sit up front with Amy. Sure, I have no idea exactly what Karen was up to but I'm not about to fret over it. Karen got the back seat passenger side next was Steve leaving me to get in next as Jackson held open the door. With a pause for a glance due to him holding the door for me, I climbed in and was squished when Jack slid in and closed the door. Holy mechanical bull. Todd peeled out of the parking lot taking two speed bumps and the curb at quite the velocity. I had to push my hands on the ceiling to prevent myself from being flung around. "Maniac." I complained with a shot of snide commentary. In wondering why no one else in the back seat complained about being jostled around. I looked around the car, still holding the ceiling for balance as Todd swerved around in the near trafficless road. Catching Karen's eye, she gave me a smile and a wink and glanced down at my torso. Following her brief look I noticed my book bag was in my lap and my boobs were flopping around wildly under my shirt. Jackson and Steve came into my peripheral view causing me to glance from one to the other and back again. They were mesmerized. "Great. Just great guys. Draw my attention to them." I thought. Sure enough on goes my turn signals indicating I'm turning both left and right. Although my nipples weren't fully quelled from my previous concentrations they managed to tone down a bit. That is until my attention again was drawn to them by flopping around. I could feel them drawing across the material of my t shirt. I let off one of those involuntary shivering shudders like I'd gotten a cold chill when Todd turned the car into the school's parking lot. The thought of the whole school catching a view of my 'flopsie' and 'mopsie' did nothing to help my calm myself. Not that I named my breasts, nor would I name a penis, I was more illustrating the wobbling effect my bra-lessness was making me feel like. As we pulled into a parking spot we ended up quite the distance from the school building, I nudgied Jackson to get his ass in gear and let me the hell out got no where. He was still in a daze staring at my chest. I could feel myself blushing furiously so I decided to lean over, open the door and climb over him. Shit crap mother fucken damn. Bad idea. I had to straddle him to make my egress from the car which caused Jackson to get himself a face full of shirt covered jiggling tit meat. Mine. Who's birthday was it again? . I swear I thought I heard him moan or growl into my boob. Clambering to get out of the car and stand up, I quickly realized I had an audience in the parking lot. Who knew that something as simple as a sports bra could feel like a coat of armor. Armor that I desperately lacked. I ducked back into the car to retrieve my book bag that I'd left behind in my mad scramble when Jackson regained some of his senses. THWAP!. I felt the sting of a smack on my ass. I'm lucky my shorts didn't ride up on me during the trip. Light track pants like material with an elastic waist band. Yea, you probably know the type with college or university words across the bum. The material did nothing to lessen the effect being spanked had and I sprawled forward from the surprise of it, landing quite squarely on Jackson's lap. "Is that a... Oh no it isn't!" I thought to myself when I felt a hot area and a poking at my right breast. Jackson was turned on and I was trying to shake the thought of his member poking at me. Anywhere, in any way shape or form. "That's one, princess. Seventeen more patty whacks to go." Came Jackson's smug tone. Deidre's Birthday Morning Ch. 01 Princess? It seems our man Jack here had something badly jostled from the punch to the head Richard gave him. The only sense he seemed not to have come to after recovering from my boobing his face was his sense of self preservation. Wanting to get the hell out of that situation, I scrambled back to my feet pulling my book bag with me. Draping it over my shoulder, I crossed my arms over my chest to prevent any further jiggling, as well as cover up. In refusing to pull my arms away from being folded protectively over my boobs I came to the sudden realization that there is a time and place for a woman to appreciate a gentleman opening a door for her. I sure as hell wasn't going to undo my arms in front of this crowd to open my own damn door. Yea. But then again. I'd never go bra-less in the first place and we know how well that worked out for me. Looking over at Richard's quizzical expression I signaled that I was ok. I just wanted to get this behind me and get to my armor. Karen slide up beside me as I quickly headed towards my locker. "I know how hard it is for you but I see you trying and that means allot to me." Karen chirped in her cheerful manner. I wasn't actually. It just turned out that way and I'm still cursing the effect having a bath has. Damn tub. Hate the tub. The tub is evil. It's a completely different state of being then when you're swimming. Giving a half shrug and a quirk of an attempted smile, I hummed a response to Karen. "I'll see you at lunch." she called out as she bounded off towards her first class. Reaching my locker I quickly opened it and retrieved a much need piece of armor. Crumpling the sports bra up, I was about to place it into my bag as discretely as possible for a full high school hallway when Amy popped up beside me. Being startled, I emitted a squeak. I been doing that a lot lately. Squeaking that is. It's unnerving. "Everyone thinks I don't know what's going on." Amy said. "Huh?" I replied with a confused expression. "You don't need to put that on. It feels nice without it and that scares you." I continued with my confused blank stare. A gentle expression came over Amy's face that I'd never thought she's be capable of. "You got weirded out because you were plopped into it without being ready." Amy continued. Great. Now I'm being psycho analyzed Smiling as she stretched out her hand to give me something she went on to say. "If you did it by your own choice you might enjoy it more." Being still not completely sure of what she was talking about I hesitantly accepted what she was handing me. "Pick one." She said with a smile as she made her way past me. "Either way. Have fun birthday girl." THWAP! Again with the damn squeak. I frowned as I jumped around and Amy giggled. "That's one from me, seventeen to go." Ahh crap. All this and my first class hasn't even started yet. In fact it's just about to. I decided to quickly unwrap the package that Amy gave me. Wrinkling my nose when I felt it was material. I unfurled it to find it was a top. Pink with a very recognizable long eared rodent emblem from a magazine I used to read articles from. Rolling my eyes, I looked down the hall and saw Amy giving me the thumbs up before ducking around the corner. "Dayum, that shit is hot." A guy's voice called out. He quickly ducked behind his buddy for cover as I crumpled the top and threatened to wallop him one. With both hands not covering my chest I received half a dozen more cat calls from him before other guy's in the hall made comments of their own. Snarling, I slammed my locker closed and stormed off for the girl's bathroom. I had just a couple of minutes before class and it was on the other side of the school. Dropping my bag I pulled off my top and retrieved my sports bra pausing when Amy's voice resounded in my head. "Pick one." Great. Just great. Put on my armor and disappoint both Karen and Amy, or prance in playboy pink. Fuck guy's have it easy. It's no sweat to come off as an insensitive prick then turn around later after the bar of expectation has been lowered and look like a local folk hero by an otherwise small act of kindness. Fine. I'll at least try on the top. Fuck I hated teenage drama the first time around. Never participated in it but now I seem to be in a quagmire of it. Flicking the shirt out, I cringed at the pinkness of it and pulled it over my head. When I flicked my hair out from under the top the bell rang. Crap. Extra reason to be the center of attention. Walking into class late was always guaranteed to get all eyes on you. Hurriedly, I stood in front of the mirror and chanted out a checklist of what the top was. "Pink, bra-less showing lots of cleavage and tummy." I didn't mind the occasional lower neck line female shirts have or showing my midriff, but I don't have any cleavage tops. Well, that is except this one. Low cut and rather widely at that. Pressing my hand at the bottom of the top I checked how it situated it's self on me. I don't want to be showing any underboob. Cleavage was bad enough. "I'd so do me." I muttered. Crap what the hell was I doing? I felt fricken the dizzy of being high. I quickly scooped up my other top and bra, shoving them into my book bag and made my way to my first class. It was like I could feel every movement my bouncings made as I strode through the hall way. It was already too late to quell any raging nipples happening. I was quite sure that even those with sight would enjoy reading the articles of playboy braille on my chest. Even if it was only one bump on the right and one on the left. When I reached class I paused and took a deep breath before entering as quietly as I could. "Vous êtes en retard Madame Lee." Came the teacher's chastising voice. He didn't even look up from the papers on his desk. French class and the guy was a holier than thou prick. Sure enough everyone else's eyes were on me and the closest free desk was on the other side of the room. Crap. "Désolé " I responded with rather than correct the teacher as to my adapted last name. Without thinking of the implications, I had inadvertently chose the same hyphenated last name Richard had due to Aaron and Witchy poo keeping their names when they married. They had also chosen some middle names to throw in there based on Aaron's family tree, just as they had with Richard. That'd make me Deidre Nissa Freya Holm-Lee. Shaddap. Don't even fricken go there. I was in a state of confusion when this shit all began so don't blame me. It's the parent's fault. Pffft. I made my way to the free desk and took a seat. Just as I suspected all eyes were watching me, so I quickly took out my books and buried my face in them. Yes, I made sure not to have my sports bra or other shirt fall out in the process. French was a fairly easy class, even though the teacher was a prick. I'd become fluent in 8 languages previously and had a life time to perfect them. Text book French is a lot different than spoken Canadian French, much the same way North American English is different than proper English. I suspect that Canada is the midway stepping stone before the language degrades wholly. You have France French to Quebec French to Creole. Much like England English to North American English to Ebonics. I mean seriously, what the hell it up with that? Although I'd give Creole a considerable amount more credit as a language then I would Ebonics. Maybe I'm just too old. Pffft. As class plodded along with that annoying tick, pause, pause, tock of those school clocks, I realized that by sending my mind in the linguistic journey I had done, that I managed to gain a considerable amount of desensitizing neutrality over my nipples. Shit. Scratch that. There they go again. Note to self. When gaining control, don't lose it by thinking about what it is you're trying not to think about. Damn it. Hormones and that damn tub. My height wasn't going to be helpful either. I have the distinct advantage of knowing what it's like standing in front of a top like this and looking into the chasm. However, now my abyss will be what's staring back. "Brrrrrrring" There goes the bell scaring me the hell out of my thoughts. "Merde." I muttered as I felt my chest jostle. Now I had to make my way through the quagmire of a high school hallway to my next class. English. You have to love the irony of that. It's a Canadian thing. I made my way across the room and paused with a foreboding sense of dread at the doorway. Like a highway of a bunch of ants, there they were. Hundreds if not thousands of them buzzing about in both directions. Testosterone charged hormonal high school boys. Even though I have gained quite the reputation of being able to beat the living shit out of pretty much anyone, I was damn sure that my top wasn't going to do well for keeping their self preservation in tact. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself as if I was making ready to dive into a cold swimming pool when suddenly someone shouted. "D" Snapping me out of the daze of my impending doom. Richard. Like I said, he turned out ok. At least now I have a defensive line. Richard walked backwards slightly ahead of me as we walked to English class that we shared for second period. He was acting as a buffer causing the other hallway mill abouts to walk around us. Although it prevented others from grabbing, groping, or otherwise copping a feel, thank what ever deity, it did nothing that would help me go unnoticed. Quite the opposite in fact. It made me stand out as if in a parade. I didn't mind though as I was paying attention to Richard. He'd kicked in our silent expressions form of conversing due to the general volume of the surroundings. "What's with the top?" He indicated with a wrinkle of his nose and an upwards nod of his head. I gestured back that Amy gave it to me as a birthday present. Richard snorted a chuckle and shook his head slowly. "It figures that it came from Amy." Was the intention of of his motions. I gave a halfhearted shrug in response then looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. Richard was a bit late in reacting to my gesture as he turned around while bumping into two rather large wanna be hip hop homies from the hood. I knew it was an act with those two since they're actually from a rich part of town. They're bothers in the literal sense as well as figurative. With both parents rather well off successful lawyers, it left them with allot of time and few hobbies save but for rap videos. "Sorry man." Came Richard's immediate apology. The elder of the two slammed his locker in an act of anger while the other one flailed around demanding. "Why you gotta get all up in our face yo?" I recognized it as the gesture of getting all pre fight puffy chested and decided to jump in. "Das my bro yo." I called out. As sudden as a flicking of a switch, the both of them gave a chuckle. The flailer proclaimed. "Juss joshin yo." In Richard's direction as he put out his fist the way he's seen a handshake substitute in some video or other. I gave a shrug to Richard and he extended his fist bopping the other one's hand. "Ha ya doin dubbadee" Marcus said. I gave a shrug with a tilt of my head and replied. "S'ok" I avoided Richard's gesture that indicated the question why I let Marcus call me 'Double D'. Seriously, although I knew these two were as dangerously soft as teddy bears, even with my former size I'd question my ability to hold my own if in a fight with them. I really don't care if it's my physical appearance that makes these two puppies into what seems like a 'DubbaDee' fan club. Size matters, and these two mountainous individuals had that and then some. Clarence, the younger of the two, patted my shoulder and told me. "Dubbadee, nishir." I dropped my gaze to my top noticing the heavy shoulder patting was causing quite the wobble under the material. Blushing deeply as once again the visual effect that would make any blind man happy was set into motion as my nipples reacted to my boobs being jostled around. "Danx C-Dawg, sa birday gif." I said. Ebonics. Hey if I included it as a language it's bring the number to nine. As it stands I didn't say I couldn't speak it. Besides it's in some of the music interests I like which I seem to share with Marcus, sorry M-Dawg, and his brother C-Dawg. "Yo yo yo yo. Appy birday girl." Clarence shouted as he yanked my petite frame into his titanic bear-hug. Once again I emitted that unnerving squeak I'd been doing lately. It was quite a bit longer this time as the air was forced out of me. I didn't curse myself for squeaking since I was, after all being enveloped by a hulking mass. While being smothered I felt my boobs press up tightly against him. He growled a hum into the hug and mumbled. "Dat feels nice." At that point I was glad that neither brother have the problem most fa... sorry. 'Large people' have. Sweat and body odor. That'd be just nasty. In fact both of them use nice cologne. In fact I found I really like the scent. Ack. What the hell am I thinking. I grunted my response to Clarence's attempt at a compliment and tried to squirm out of his grip. Thankfully he let me out. I was hoping I wouldn't have to duck down under his wrapped arms as I knew what the result would be on my top. I still pulled the bottom down just the same. The effect, much to my chagrin, was quite the opposite as the top's deep neckline pressed more of my visible cleavage together. "Nice." Marcus stated as I replied with a beet red sheepish. "Oh come on now." type expression. "You should come over tomorrow. We're doing some party mixes." Marcus suggested as he dropped the urban thug pretense. Both the brothers are pretty good Djs and I like the music the come out with. "Aite, bout noon.?" I said as made my way past them and walking backwards hurriedly to catch up with Richard. He'd already at that point excused himself and headed off to class seeing as I was in comfortable company. Marcus raised his fist in the air acknowledging and confirming before I turned around the hallway corner. Still walking backwards, I was abruptly halted in my tracks as I bumped into someone behind me. Gasping and standing bolt upright. I felt a pair of hands reach under my arms and clamp firmly on my boobs. At that point I found out that I seem to be extremely sensitive to touch but that didn't matter. Fight instinct kicked into high gear as I peeled around twisting one of the arms up the person's back. Slamming them into the lockers face first, I continued the follow with my foot coming up at their head in a back roundhouse. Just at the last split second I caught the flash of Jackson's panicked face and altered the course of my kick to land on the locker just above his head with a very audible crash. He blinked several times I suppose realizing that he's very lucky I can, at the least, have a minor shred of mercy. "Do that again." I announced in an opened ended menacing tone. I never have added 'or else' type threats as I leave it up to the person I'm warning, that I invite them to be the cause of their own end. Keeping my foot in place and turning my expression to a stern mechanical one I waited for an action or reaction from him. He began blinking several times before stuttering. "N-n-no." I took a slow deep breath exhaling it equally as slow. "Good choice." I informed him. He was still blinking and frozen into place. I frowned curiously and tilted my head, wondering why he hadn't moved. My foot was still above his head in a threatening manner, having caused a major dent in the locker his face was smushed into. Finally I clued in as my eyes went wide after tracing the route his vision was taking. Asshole. He was looking clear up the leg of my shorts and could probably see everything. Pulling my leg down desperately quick, I used the motion to land a punch into the locker right in front of his face. "Fuck off!" I instructed as he began to chuckle. "You're going to get yourself killed." I said then headed for class. "Die I might but at least I'll be happy." He called out after me. "Asshole" I shouted back in my best attempt to pull a Fish Called Wanda, Keven Klein line and raising my middle finger back at him. As I reached class I could still feel his hands on my boobs. In frustration I didn't care whether my nipples were in full bloom or not. Sitting in my seat I could tell Richard detected something was bothering me. "What's the matter?" He expressed. "Jackson. Pisses me off." I gestured back then shrugged dismissively. The Teacher walked into class hushing everyone as he pulled the door closed. Mr. Campbell is a geek but cool. His classes are usually fun but I didn't really want to be there right now. "Francis Bacon." He announced upon reaching the blackboard. I quickly interrupted. "Sir Francis Bacon 1561-1626, English philosopher and statesman, one of the pioneers of modern scientific thought, and was born on January 22, at York House, in the Strand, London, England. Can I go to the library sir?" Pausing to turn around and think about it, he checked the papers in his hand then looked back up at me. "Yes Miss Holm-Lee, you may go to the library." I wrinkled my nose at Richard teasingly and headed out of the class. As I mentioned. I have a really great memory and I've been through all this before. Besides. I think I'm one of Mr. Campbell's favorite students My knowledge makes his teaching look good. I just wish LaRoche, the French teacher thought like that. I made my way through the empty corridors towards the library and stopped in mid hall. I caught myself purring at the sensations my boobs were giving me and I had to make a yucky face. The residual feelings of Jackon's hands groping me from behind and what seemed like a conspiracy was kind of working at me. "And he got a look at my puss." I mumbled out loud causing me to shudder. I know how 18 to 25 year old guys are. They're driven towards the conquest and instant gratification with consequences be damned consideration beyond those primitive like thoughts. That's why they party, drink and think of sex the way they do. Slamming the side of my fist into the palm up my upturned hand like I'd seen several late sixties and early seventies corny costumed super heroes do, I announced out loud as if I'd been reciting a monologue. "I have to come up with a preventative antidote." Then it dawned on me. All of a sudden like. I stuck my finger in the air and continued my thought out loud. "What is the only thing those arch nemesis types will follow without question?" Still with my finger in the air I turned my head as if to talk to an invisible side kick. "That's right pillar boy." I said to the protrusion that went from floor to ceiling. "Beer and girls." Moving my upturned finger to my destination, I proclaimed. "To the library!" And headed off, continuing my journey merrily. Fuck I need a mask and a cape. I figured if the guys are going to dish it out then so was I. For my eventual research, I'd read up on mind sets and the cause and effects of various social settings. In a high school library? Yeah right. Best I could probably find would be something along the lines of. "You and your world - Green house gasses from an environmentalist's perspective " Or some shit like that. Still. I had to try though. When I got to the library, I noticed there were quite a few people there. It wasn't packed or anything, but there was a quietened din or a hushed murmur happening. I scrolled through the dewy decimal catalog and found what I was looking for under psychology. That was in the 920s referance section so I headed to the back rows. I saw a rather large blue book that the ragged bindings stated it was written in the seventies or earlier. That's the book I was looking for. I reached up to the top shelf and cursed my now lack of height. My breath caught in a half stutter when I felt my right boob flop out from under my top. "Shit." I gasped to myself, sounding more like a whimper than an exclamation, when I felt the cool air reignite the sensations in my nipples and breasts. Deidre's Birthday Morning Ch. 01 I looked to my left down the alleyway of books and breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to my right to take a glance past my still extended right arm, I noticed three jock dudes sitting at the table facing me. Sure enough, they were staring right in my direction, or more over right at my naked boob. "Shit, fuck, crap, son of a bitch, damn" I chanted in my head as I tried to steady myself. "C-c-could you help me?" I stuttered out in an unsteady cracking squeak. CRASH!! Followed by the sudden demand of. "Shhh!" from the rest of the library's inhabitants. All three guys clambered instantly over their table sending their chairs toppling in the opposite direction. They were upon me so quickly I didn't have time to lower my arm and cover myself before they were fighting each other to retrieve my book. Jocks. Go figure. However, my response to this was equally as predictable. Yes, of course. I squeaked and turned beet red with my arm frozen and still extended. Oh sure my spell, so to speak, worked, but here I am, showing them my tit as they managed to pull the book off the shelf and extend it out to me. Swallowing hard I managed to regain enough composure to pull my arm back down. It felt like the appendage's journey took ages to complete and I used my other hand to pull my top back into place. "Awww thank you." I whispered as coyly and demure as I could muster. Sure it was corny but it was all I could think of without non tomboy practice. I took the book from them, and they parted to let me pass. "I have to work on my ability to respond to stuff like that." I thought to myself. I felt a bit weird in my steps as I walked. I knew they'd be watching me from behind and it was making me self conscious and walking funny. Glancing back over my shoulder as I hefted the heavy tome onto the table in what would be across from them I noticed that they didn't seem to mind the extra wiggle. Something else I'd have to work on I guess. The jocks had returned to their seats and I began reading intensely. Being totally immersed in the book I wasn't going to allow any distractions from the jocks as they'd crane their neck this way and that in order to see down my top. Slowly, what seemed like a fog had rolled in, I got this shuddering twitch as if something was approaching. Before I could turn my head to look, Tanner's head had appeared beside mine. I have no idea why he can catch me off guard like that. I'm usually more aware of my surroundings and to top it off, I used to do something similar. Fading in and fading out. I know how it unnerved people but when others tried it on me I knew exactly where they were and what they were up to. Tanner on the other hand might be on a different phase shift or something. I gave an extra shiver when his hot breath seemed to cascade down the side of my neck aimed towards my cleavage. "Let me paint a picture for you." He whispered. "Imagine me. Minding my own business, looking for a good read to kill some time." He paused for his sort of emphasis then continued hotly on my neck and ear soliciting another shiver. "When all of a sudden betwixt the shelves I noticed some alabaster flesh staring back at me. It's single eye fixated on my exact position." I went wide eyed and opened my mouth in shock. My complexion immediately turning several hues of red. The jocks took his presence as somewhat of a threat, of course, and they started acting all puffy chested. The low hum of his chuckle at the response my nipples gave caused by breath to catch for several moments. I eventually managed to respond with. "I uh er" Tanner inhaled deeply through his nose and in a soft hot whisper he said. "The prey seems in heat and the hungry wolves can smell you." Glancing over towards the jocks with an amused smirk, he gave them a nod. "I shall leave you to your wolves, since they look mighty hungry. Happy birthday." He chuckled then proceeded back to the other side of the shelf from where my book was retrieved. The bugger did know what he was doing I suppose. Crossed between the occasional twitch and shiver there was absolutely no way I could stop the tingling all across my body. The wolves were drooling. Yes it seems they are hungry and I'm going to be their lunch. Crap. "So what did he mean by that?" The center jock asked. "What did he mean by what?" I replied."Was he trying to insult us?" I quickly shook my head. "No, but I sincerely hope I don't have to spell it out for you." He shrugged. "So what did he mean then?" I've always considered jocks to be like trucks while the rest of us are various forms and models of cars. I wont say they're completely unable to formulate a base comprehension of human's ability to speak and be spoken to. However it does, let's say, take them time to cover great distances. The more complex the sentence, and the more syllables used in the words comprising the sentence as well as the general direction of ideas the sentence content contains the longer the distance they have to travel. "Nuthin" I muttered not wanting to have to explain it to them. "Then we'll go over there and insult him right back" The left jock said. "Yeah with our fists." The right one piped in. "Look." I said. "He compared you with three hungry wolves and me a sheep." Shaking his head with a frown the center one said. "Oh." "I don't get it." The right chimed in."Yeah me neither." The center one confirmed. There I was, caught in this loop and no asprin. Taking a deep breath I decided I was stuck helping them figure it out. "What do wolves do to sheep?" I asked them. "They eat them." The center one answered. "So you see. Three wolves and one of me." I gestured. "I'd eat you." The right one said causing me to look over at him with a 'who the fuck are you kidding' type of blank stare. "Oh." The center jock said again in obvious confusion and returned to his book, I assume so that his head didn't any hurt more. "I'd eat you." The right one repeated and I again gave him an exasperated stare. Finally the jock on the left piped in as if he'd made some major scientific discovery. "Oh I get it. So it's like a double Nintendo." "HA HA!" Came a rather audible belly laugh from Tanner's assumed position immediately followed by the library shushing him. "I'd eat you." This was beginning to grate on my nerves. "Yea, something like that." I informed the smarter one. I was thankfully beginning to think they weren't wolves but reincarnations of Curly, Larry, and Moe. "I'd eat you." I looked over at him sharply "Shhhh!" I ushered. "What? I'm just saying." came the reply.. "Shhhh!" I swear. I'm going to develop a twitch from all this. "Tick, pause pause." I quickly glanced up at the clock. "Tock." Eleven thirty. Fuck. Half an hour till lunch, and a figure was waving me over from under the clock. Damn. Speaking of wolves, it was Jackson. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I got up to leave by the back door. I didn't want to deal with him right now, especially not after dealing with the three wise men here. Exiting the library's rear brought me into the beaming sunlight. Damn it was bright. I guess there are some visual percieption differencesnow that I have ice blue eyes rather than dark brown. I retrieved my shades from my bag and slipped them over my face before I heard the door close. "Ka Lick" Yea. I was locked out of the building. I don't care really. I'll walk around front after lunch. "So is this where we eat you?" Ahhh shit. "It was a joke. He was kidding around guy. Let it go." I informed authoritatively. They began to encircle me in front, as I walked backwards to the wall just to keep my distance. When I connected with the wall, I realized the desensitization of having a conversation with them was wearing off. The wolves had me cornered and I let out a whimper as they moved in real close. "So what about this double Nintendo?" The center one asked. How quaint. They kept their same positions they had when they sat in the library. Were they joined at the hips? "Yea. That means I get to eat you twice." Seriously. Have you ever tried to have an intellectual conversation with sub human grunt like jocks? Once they become fixated on a point of their lack of comprehension, it all goes south from there. Moe, the center jock and obviously in charge, placed his hand on my hip and I swallowed hard. Curly, or 'eat me boy', took that opportunity to crouch down to my other hip as Larry, the smart one, took a hold of one of my arms. With quick calculations, I thought about what the effect would be if I started off with bringing my knee up to Curly's chin. My mind was racing on how to topple them and in what sequence make it out of this unscathed but I was off balance as I looked from one, to the other, then the other, and back again. I took in a slow gasp as Larry's hand caressed my tummy. Sucking my tummy in involuntarily caused me to push out my breasts and I felt Curly's hands begin to stoke my inner and outer thigh of the leg that was closest to him. The wolves were having an effect on me and it was not turning out to my favor. The tingles returned in spades and my breathing was indicating the responsiveness of my body. "Mmm. So smooth." Curly said and I remembered I just shaved my legs this morning. Damn tub. This awareness seemed to accentuate the tingling sensations as it felt they were making their way across my whole body in some form of blue arching Jacob's ladder. A slight flash of movement came from the corner of my eye and I noticed Jackson. Shit damn mother fucken crap. My hero. I rolled my eyes as he motioned a shushing finger across his lips then indicated he wanted me to distract them so he could get into a better position. I rolled my eyes again and thought quickly. I had these guys under a spell before, even if inadvertent. Perhaps, I hope, I could do it again. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I let it out slowly in a deliberate soft moan as I began to gyrate my hips into their hands. With a coy smile and the humiliating fire of a major blush working it's way across my face and body, I took my free hand and traced it up the side of my leg that Curly was working on. I took a hold of the bottom of the leg of my shorts and slowly pulled it upwards. I know the effect these shorts have when pulled in certain directions. I know you can catch glimpses up the legs and see various sorts of treasures as Jackson had earlier. I was hoping these guys knew that too as I continued to pull the leg up tightly. My breathing was stuttering and I felt a fog moving into my brain. I had to clear my head or act quicker. At that point I noticed Jackson, my hero and all, standing there enjoying the show. Prick. So I chose that point to gently wriggle my other hand out of Larry's grasp and see if I could weave a spell that would set what ever Jackson had planned into motion. Larry luckily played along and took a slight step back when he released my hand. Tracing the now newly freed hand up my other leg it joined up at my hip the pulling tightly of my shorts. This made them look much like bikini bottoms as I continued to gyrate and writhe my pelvis. The spell was working on the stooges but Jackson was still pinned to the spot smiling slyly. Bastard. I had to take it up a notch. I let the legs of my shorts go and continued the tracing of my hands up along my tummy. This was having an extremely sexual intoxicating effect on me and probably had the jocks to the point where I could abruptly stop and walk away, as if they'd be still there come Monday morning. I wasn't going to take that chance though so I teasingly played with the bottom of my top. Threatening to pull it up on one side, the other or both. The jocks were still pinned and Jackson wasn't moving. Up another notch. Damn it. Get yer fricken ass in gear. Some hero he's turning out to be. Fucken slime ball. I pulled up my top exposing my tits fully. Damn. This spell seems to be starting to back fire. This is making me fricken dizzy. Leaving the top up I reached out and wrapped my hands on either side of Moe's head pulling him into my boobs. I gasped immediately. "Oh shit, that's his tongue." Raced through my head as fast as the corresponding sensations raced across my nipple. 'SA-MACK' Fucking hell. Jackson was finally moving. He smashed the book these guy's got for me into Larry's head and down he went. I kept Moe pinned by wrapping my arms tightly around his head. He complied by urging me to whimper a squeak. "Holy crap. I'm being suckled on." I moaned out loud as I felt my knees begin to buckle. Jackson laughed as he shoved Curly, bouncing his head off the wall. The jock stood with a frown holding one hand on his forehead and stumbling to turn around to see what pushed him. Jackson pushed him again, bouncing the back of Curly's head off the wall. The jock held the back of his head with his other hand and stumbled around wondering what had his him from behind. "Seriously, Jackson. That wrecking ball is going to bring the school down. Do something else." I moaned desperately. Moe was oblivious and in the heaven of suckling my tits. He started to lower me down as the gyrations of my hips and buckling legs made me lose balance. Up went Jackson's foot catching Curly right in the jewels, and down he went. Jack then tapped Moe on the shoulder and he pulled back slightly to turn around to see what it was. That's when I took the opportunity to come across his jaw with my elbow, regaining my balance and losing my sunglasses in the process. Jackson grabbed my hand as Larry staggered to his feel and off we were. Damn this felt so cliche and I had absolutely no time to readjust my top. Thirty seconds later and we were in a remote area at the back of the school. This entrance would allow us access back into the building at least. I braced myself up against the wall with my hands on my knees, beside Jack as we both panted to catch our breath. Me for more reasons than him. I started giggling as I came down the the adrenaline rush as well as the sexual intoxication and glanced over at Jackson. "What?" I inquired as he was staring at me with a sly grin. Humming a growl, Jackson move up in front of me and I realized by his closeness that I still had my tits out. "Oh shit!" I proclaimed and quickly pulled my top back into place. I was blushing deep red and the bugger was laughing and shaking his head. "Not that princess." He said in his sly manner. I frowned inquisitively at him Quick as a flash he cupped my crotch causing me to gasp a squeak and reach for his shoulders to balance myself. He rubbed his hand drawing up up across the outside of my shorts. The pressure caused me to emit a moan as my hips bucked at him in response. "Bugger" I whimpered with an almost squeal like resonance. "You're wet." He proclaimed as his sly grin turned into a broad semi triumphant smile. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers. I gave him an exasperated look of disgust as I sighed involuntarily. "And you taste great." "Oh Fuck off Jackson." I said as I looked down to my shorts. Shit. He was right though. I was wet. Gray shorts with a darker gray patch at the apogee of my legs. He hummed as if tasting a perfectly done steak, or lamb chop in my case since he was now the damn wolf. "You're lucky I got you this. Happy Birthday princess" I scowled at him and wrinkled my nose but before I could say anything he handed me a package that had been tucked down the back of his jeans. My expression turned into a quizzical frown as I began to ruffle the brown paper bag. Yea. Real classy wrapping from Jackson but I guess it's the thought that counts. I unfurled the opening and peered into the bag. "What's with all this pink shit." I stated more as an exasperation than a question. I pulled the material from the bag and opened it up holding it on one finger as I looked at Jackson with a. "What the fuck? You expecting me to wear this?" Type of expression. Of course I had to follow it up with actually saying it as well. "It's either the skirt or shorts that show how wet you are." I looked down at my shorts and did some quick calculating. It's almost lunch, and there's no fricken way these will be dry by then. Even if they are, it'd still be kind of tricky to explain. I flipped the skirt over several times in my hands trying to figure out what's which way and what isn't. It looked more like a wide belt than anything a non skirt wearing girl would call a skirt and had it's own panties sewn into it. The skirt also came with it's own non removable suspenders that crossed on one side. Tricky device I figured. Most likely made by a guy that thought woman's clothes should be something confusing they have to tie themselves up in, in order to wear. A quick check of Jackson's watch and I saw I had no time to make it to my locker for track pants let alone the girl's bathroom to change. "Shit, damn, mother fucken, hell." I muttered "What?" Came Jackson's response. "Never mind. Turn around." I demanded. "No." "Fuck you." "Sure!" "Never now turn around." He's a fricken ass but he finally turned around. "Don't peak." I blushed at the cliche as I whipped off my shorts, wiped myself quickly with them then put them in my bag. Scrambling into the skirt I heard him mumble something I didn't quite catch. I pulled the skirt up tightly onto me. It was comforting to have something resembling panties even if they were slightly eschew. I quickly went bowlegged and adjusted the panty into place while asking what it was Jackson mumbled.."Nothin." Was his response do I decided to drop it. The panties of the skirt are thin. In fact I'd say they were more of a tiny thong than anything. In my haste to check the position and fitting I didn't notice Jackson had turned around already. "Yum. Fur." He said. "What?" I scowled. "So you are a natural blonde." I Followed his gaze. "Oh crap." The skirt is one of those ones that ride real real low. Like I said. More like a belt than anything else. I adjusted the suspenders into place and alternatively began smacking him while covering the top of my muff with the other hand. "BRRRRRING!" I froze. "Uh oh." I announced to Jackson who was laughing and still covering defensively. Just then the din of the lunchtime masses began to pour into the hallway as I started to hyperventilate. "C'mon princess. I know who can help." Jackson announced as he took my hand pulling me tightly in close behind him. It covered me mostly except from behind but my mind wasn't on that. I'm sure I was giving quite the eyeful to those wanting to see my bum cheeks Concentrating on keeping my book bag in front of me had my mind on other things as Jackson wound us through the crowd in the opposite direction of their flow. When we finally reached Jackson's intended destination, he knocked on the door desperately. Sure he was a slime ball. But he was on my side. Sometimes. Amber's pudgy face appeared in the window of the chemistry classroom door. "What? Go away. I'm not supposed to let anybody in." Came her muffled voice from the other side of the barrier. Jackson stepped aside and pointed at me. "She needs some help." He demanded. Amber's eyes went wide when she saw me and she pushed open the door, knocking Jackson in the forehead with it. "Oh my god baby what's wrong?" Amber inquired with genuine concern. Amber is cool. Unfortunately not to many people realize this because she has a weight problem by the name of McDonalds or any number of other fast food joints. Most people don't associate with her though. Their loss, but as a result of my friendship with her, I think Amber might idolize me a bit. With a sheepish grimace, I moved my book bag out of the way giving her a view of my newly acquired attire. Hey eyes went wide as she took me by my arm and ushered me into the otherwise empty classroom. "Piss off Jackson." She announced behind her as she left him outside, still rubbing his head when the door closed. I let out a giggle and wondered if I could idolize her in return.