As Red As Your Hair

[SwimKid]

PART TEN, FINALE:

The evening had gone exactly as Hannah had described it would. It had been excruciating for Rose to simply stand there. Knowing she was being looked at. Her naked body was inspected from all possible angles. She had no more secrets. Hannah and her cohorts knew her body as well as she did, maybe even better —what a sickening thought—.

But eventually, they’d got tired and Hannah had announced it was time to sleep. The night went on completely uneventfully, as the girls really were tired. Rose woke up, naked as she’d slept, already with eyes on her, already blushing.

Hannah didn’t care to offer her breakfast. She simply announced it was time for her to leave. Rose’s heart sank as she thought she meant naked, but she was handed her clothes. Well, most of them. Rose’s blouse would be nowhere to be found, as it’d been handed to the random group of teenagers. But the blonde girl found it not appropriate to have her little victim walking around naked. Not yet, at least. She’d replaced Rose’s cute pink blouse with a tiny —and Rose really meant tiny, she knew that adjective all too well— white tank top that was, of course, translucent. Would she ever catch a break? Of course, Hannah kept her underwear as a prize, waiving it in front of her as she was getting dressed.

Rose’s walk home wasn’t noteworthy. Her face remained with a slight pink tint, a tone of residual humiliation, as she’d come around to call it. Her scandalous attire, which exposed completely her flat tummy and partially her tiny breasts, nipples poking hard due to the cold weather, drew the uncalled for attention of many-a-boy. Rose still cringed when remembering that. She’d tried to cover herself up, but it’d been fruitless: her having her hands higher than her waist caused the already small piece of cloth to fold and bend in unintended ways that bared even more of her skin.

She made it home and just sat. She would not get rid of Hannah any time soon.