Re: Skype Call
Posted: Mon May 17, 2021 2:22 pm
--- Chapter 11 ---
Of course me being quick and careless was what caused me to be caught. And now there was a doe-eyed teen staring into the eternal abyss of my hairy vagina. Goddamn. I pushed myself to my feet and intelligently covered my naughty parts with my hands which I wished for the first time that they were bigger. The awkward boy looked up at me with what I can only assume was awe of my glorious body.
"You- you are a clown?" He stuttered.
I guess he was only confused and not awestruck, "Good catch kid. I'm gonna just go-" I awkwardly pointed forwards before resuming my sprint.
I cringed as I recalled his face when he saw my entirely nude body. I cringed further when I realised he was still receiving a fantastic view of my bouncing butt. I really hoped I wasn't crying, if this face paint ran it'd somehow look more pathetic. This isn't the first stranger to have seen me naked recently (and that thought was disgusting enough on it's own) but he was the first person to be able to physically touch me. I felt sick and I still had an entire hallway and staircase to run down.
I really hoped that kid didn't tell any of his friends about this and suddenly I realised that he could totally be recording me currently. I didn't want to look back in case my fears were realised with my horrible 'make-up' immortalised in video form and ending up with "Streaking Bozo!" hitting millions of views online.
This was the most physical exercise I had done in years. Probably more than I had done ever. Nothing like the spine-chilling dread of being seen nude by literally everybody you know to get you a healthy work-out session, my sister should market this as a scheme. Warning: side effects may include intense nausea, a cosmic level of embarrassment and developing a lasting complex!
I continued my mad sprint and internally thanked the school AC unit for being shitty. The temperature was hot and stuffy; uncomfortable for any normally dressed student but perfect for running starkers in. Who knew?
I had nearly reached the end of the seemingly infinite hallway and reached towards the doorway to the stairs when suddenly the classroom door behind me started slowly teasing open. I couldn't be caught, not again! With a desperate burst of speed which sounds more impressive than it was, I jumped forwards pulling the door wide and throwing myself inside nearly falling down the stairs in the process.
I'd done it. That was a close one. I allowed myself to catch my breath feeling incredibly flustered and simply exhausted. But I had to keep moving before that kid told anyone or whoever left the classroom came further. But I could rest for a little second right? I was closer to my clothes presently than ever and the next part should be easiest. Nobody will be in the grounds during classroom! As I thought that I remembered one thing: fate apparently despised me and any sort of positive thinking.
The fire alarm blasted out no, no, no! Fuck! Students would be coming from right behind me... and right in front of me all headed to the meetup point... directly in the middle of the school yard! I just had to be faster than either of them, hopefully the fact that these drills are never real will slow people down. God, everyone was going to see me naked! If I wasn't crying slightly earlier I was at this moment. And now I was a sad clown. Fucking fantastic.
I bounded downstairs barely touching the steps as I went faster than I thought my bare stringy physique was able to. I abandoned even trying to keep my (much too small) hands in front of me; I needed to run! I kept repeating in my mind; you are naked! Nude! Au natural! Those thoughts weren't very comforting surprisingly enough. But I was afraid to have any sort of optimism for fate to use as ammunition against me.
The stairs hurt my poor little feet. I wasn't going to stand for days or hopefully years after this experience. My heart rate was so high from anxiety and stress I was pretty sure that I was about to have a heart attack. That'd fucking teach Rebecca. I mildly hoped that I'd die out of pure spite, it'd be hilarious. One last act for the circus!
I finally reached the door between me and freedom. I was hearing an incredibly worrying amount of chatter and footsteps from above. I needed to go! Once I was in the grounds I could run to the Lost and Found hopefully making it without being seen by anyone.
I barged open the door ran through it into the outside and in front of me stood hundreds of students staring mouths opened at the butt naked clown girl. Fuck you fate! Fuck you!
"Oh my god, who is that?"
"She's naked!"
"Ew! Put it away slut!"
"That's kind of hot."
"What's wrong with her face?"
Too many fucking people were there. It felt like the whole student population was standing there commenting, joking and gazing upon my horrifically nude body but I was acutely aware that there were people coming from behind me. Fuck! I had to get past this crowd to the second building before somebody fucking realised who I was and my reputation was destroyed. How could this be happening to me? I couldn't process it. Too many voices, too many eyes! Oh God, how many people were recording this? My heart plummeted into my fucking stomach making me feel like I was going to puke.
This was immortalised on video. Not just everybody here would see my stupid boobs, my stupid ass and stupid pussy but everybody on the internet would see it too. I guess private parts was the wrong words for them now; they had more attention than I'd personally ever had. I wished I could go back to blending into the background honestly that was the way I liked it.
This was the end of my life. My fucking face-paint ran down with my wet tears nearly as fast as I ran through the crowd. I awkwardly pushed my awkwardly naked self past the quickly gathering crowd trying to ignore what everybody was saying. I cringed as heard the unmistakable voice of the teacher Mr. Smith (of course, he was seeing this!) try and bring order to the rambunctious students but obviously nobody was listening to him. They were all too busy filling the air with obnoxious laughter and jokes.
"You don't see this everyday."
"She's obviously doing it just for attention. Ignore her!"
"Guys! Her face looks like a fucking clown!"
"Do you guys really think THAT is sexy?"
I knew most students were trying to stay away from the strange desperate streaking girl but the brave deviant ones excelled in making me feel like each student and teacher was taking part in and enjoying my humiliation. They smacked my ass embarrassingly and painfully as I shoved my way between the perverted mob. An unknown kid was fearless enough to knock the protection of my Cutie Pie cap off my head and onto the floor letting my untidy red hair fall backwards. Now I was finally literally nude in front of all. Laid bare to the cold air and the chilling ogling.
I didn't think things would've came to this or I would never have agreed. Fuck this was way more humiliating than one short video of me masturbating being posted online with probably nobody I know seeing it. It was hard to believe that was how this started? With Derek spying on me fucking myself. Things escalated and escalated until they hit a point of no return: here. In the schoolyard butt naked in front of probably everybody I'd ever knew. Hundreds (or, uh, hundreds times two) of greedy eyes examining my bare skin from pale toes to stupid clown face.
My milky flesh shone in the cold sunlight as it rubbed up against random people that I didn't know the name of and some people I swore I recognised. I didn't know which one of those options made me cringe harder. My tiny tits were seemingly a talk of the people and they attracted a lot of pointing and unimpressed comments. My ass had a more favourable reception as the crowd critically accessed my body out loud. I wanted to scream at them to just let me go but I didn't feel that I could speak without immediately vomiting.
"Is that Rebecca?"
No, no, no! They were getting close! I needed to leave before somebody figured out who I was! I covered my blushing face with my hands soiling the shitty paint even more as I ultimately made it out of the ceaseless swarm and pushed past into the second building. I was certain that at least some people were following me but I prayed that the incompetent teachers regained some sort of order to save my rather naked behind.
I couldn't believe that all happened and I didn't want to accept the shameful truth. But too much difficult proof was indisputably there with the beyond cherry red blush which reached from my freckled cheeks to the rest of my pasty body, the stinging pain throughout my glowing burning bottom and the many numerous cruel comments I overheard floated around in my mind casually and for the first time since I was fourteen I felt timidly insecure about my body.
I needed to stop crying, I was required to fix this! As soon as I heard the crowd noise slowly fade away I gave myself a couple of moments to calm down even a little bit. I rubbed my wet eyes to wipe away the many many ugly tears and smudging the makeup in the process . Not just that, I finally completed my earlier promise and puked up on the floor. I won't describe that part in detail and you're welcome in advance. At least nobody was here currently.
Without thinking I realised I was literally at the Lost and Found. I guess it was closer than I thought... or I was very distracted. I couldn't help but expect a final cruel trick and that Rebecca hadn't actually put clothes in there. And then she'd jump out from behind the corner with my dad, Jeff and Kevin then screeching "Gotcha!" in her annoying voice and having all four of them cackle at me. I may have been paranoid but that was how my shitty day had went so far.
But that didn't happen.
Instead I opened the very obvious box left out in the open and to my great surprise saw my favourite set of clothes. My funniest (and that is saying a lot) shirt that said "SOMETIMES I USE WORDS I DON'T UNDERSTAND SO I CAN SOUND MORE PHOTOSYNTHESIS" along with a comfortable pair of casual black jeans and my cosy long camouflage jacket. She'd also been kind enough to leave underwear; normal plain white inconspicuous underwear too! Not just that she'd lent me her favourite hazel boots which I sometimes stole to her absolute displeasure and a comfortable looking pair of woolly black socks which looked brand new. She cared after all which gave an uneasy feeling I couldn't vanquish. I looked further into the box as I was getting dressed and saw that she left me a bunch of tissues along with a small mirror and a note was tucked underneath my shirt.
"You are so brave. You'll get better because of this.
Use these tissues to clear up your face and leave through the backdoor
I'll be there with a car
- Becs (Duh!)"
I felt both an overwhelming sensation of relief throughout my entire body along with a contradictory feeling of absolute numbness and apathy. I did as the instructions said acting on autopilot: something that I was actually skilled at with all the embarrassing orders I'd followed recently. Quickly pulling up my pants and finally fully dressed I sniffed as I used the tissues to clear my horrific face-paint; I now probably had a everlasting phobia of clowns. Fuck this day. Fuck this day so much.
It was time to confront the repercussions of it. And I really really hoped I still had tissues leftover for that awkward predicament.
Of course me being quick and careless was what caused me to be caught. And now there was a doe-eyed teen staring into the eternal abyss of my hairy vagina. Goddamn. I pushed myself to my feet and intelligently covered my naughty parts with my hands which I wished for the first time that they were bigger. The awkward boy looked up at me with what I can only assume was awe of my glorious body.
"You- you are a clown?" He stuttered.
I guess he was only confused and not awestruck, "Good catch kid. I'm gonna just go-" I awkwardly pointed forwards before resuming my sprint.
I cringed as I recalled his face when he saw my entirely nude body. I cringed further when I realised he was still receiving a fantastic view of my bouncing butt. I really hoped I wasn't crying, if this face paint ran it'd somehow look more pathetic. This isn't the first stranger to have seen me naked recently (and that thought was disgusting enough on it's own) but he was the first person to be able to physically touch me. I felt sick and I still had an entire hallway and staircase to run down.
I really hoped that kid didn't tell any of his friends about this and suddenly I realised that he could totally be recording me currently. I didn't want to look back in case my fears were realised with my horrible 'make-up' immortalised in video form and ending up with "Streaking Bozo!" hitting millions of views online.
This was the most physical exercise I had done in years. Probably more than I had done ever. Nothing like the spine-chilling dread of being seen nude by literally everybody you know to get you a healthy work-out session, my sister should market this as a scheme. Warning: side effects may include intense nausea, a cosmic level of embarrassment and developing a lasting complex!
I continued my mad sprint and internally thanked the school AC unit for being shitty. The temperature was hot and stuffy; uncomfortable for any normally dressed student but perfect for running starkers in. Who knew?
I had nearly reached the end of the seemingly infinite hallway and reached towards the doorway to the stairs when suddenly the classroom door behind me started slowly teasing open. I couldn't be caught, not again! With a desperate burst of speed which sounds more impressive than it was, I jumped forwards pulling the door wide and throwing myself inside nearly falling down the stairs in the process.
I'd done it. That was a close one. I allowed myself to catch my breath feeling incredibly flustered and simply exhausted. But I had to keep moving before that kid told anyone or whoever left the classroom came further. But I could rest for a little second right? I was closer to my clothes presently than ever and the next part should be easiest. Nobody will be in the grounds during classroom! As I thought that I remembered one thing: fate apparently despised me and any sort of positive thinking.
The fire alarm blasted out no, no, no! Fuck! Students would be coming from right behind me... and right in front of me all headed to the meetup point... directly in the middle of the school yard! I just had to be faster than either of them, hopefully the fact that these drills are never real will slow people down. God, everyone was going to see me naked! If I wasn't crying slightly earlier I was at this moment. And now I was a sad clown. Fucking fantastic.
I bounded downstairs barely touching the steps as I went faster than I thought my bare stringy physique was able to. I abandoned even trying to keep my (much too small) hands in front of me; I needed to run! I kept repeating in my mind; you are naked! Nude! Au natural! Those thoughts weren't very comforting surprisingly enough. But I was afraid to have any sort of optimism for fate to use as ammunition against me.
The stairs hurt my poor little feet. I wasn't going to stand for days or hopefully years after this experience. My heart rate was so high from anxiety and stress I was pretty sure that I was about to have a heart attack. That'd fucking teach Rebecca. I mildly hoped that I'd die out of pure spite, it'd be hilarious. One last act for the circus!
I finally reached the door between me and freedom. I was hearing an incredibly worrying amount of chatter and footsteps from above. I needed to go! Once I was in the grounds I could run to the Lost and Found hopefully making it without being seen by anyone.
I barged open the door ran through it into the outside and in front of me stood hundreds of students staring mouths opened at the butt naked clown girl. Fuck you fate! Fuck you!
"Oh my god, who is that?"
"She's naked!"
"Ew! Put it away slut!"
"That's kind of hot."
"What's wrong with her face?"
Too many fucking people were there. It felt like the whole student population was standing there commenting, joking and gazing upon my horrifically nude body but I was acutely aware that there were people coming from behind me. Fuck! I had to get past this crowd to the second building before somebody fucking realised who I was and my reputation was destroyed. How could this be happening to me? I couldn't process it. Too many voices, too many eyes! Oh God, how many people were recording this? My heart plummeted into my fucking stomach making me feel like I was going to puke.
This was immortalised on video. Not just everybody here would see my stupid boobs, my stupid ass and stupid pussy but everybody on the internet would see it too. I guess private parts was the wrong words for them now; they had more attention than I'd personally ever had. I wished I could go back to blending into the background honestly that was the way I liked it.
This was the end of my life. My fucking face-paint ran down with my wet tears nearly as fast as I ran through the crowd. I awkwardly pushed my awkwardly naked self past the quickly gathering crowd trying to ignore what everybody was saying. I cringed as heard the unmistakable voice of the teacher Mr. Smith (of course, he was seeing this!) try and bring order to the rambunctious students but obviously nobody was listening to him. They were all too busy filling the air with obnoxious laughter and jokes.
"You don't see this everyday."
"She's obviously doing it just for attention. Ignore her!"
"Guys! Her face looks like a fucking clown!"
"Do you guys really think THAT is sexy?"
I knew most students were trying to stay away from the strange desperate streaking girl but the brave deviant ones excelled in making me feel like each student and teacher was taking part in and enjoying my humiliation. They smacked my ass embarrassingly and painfully as I shoved my way between the perverted mob. An unknown kid was fearless enough to knock the protection of my Cutie Pie cap off my head and onto the floor letting my untidy red hair fall backwards. Now I was finally literally nude in front of all. Laid bare to the cold air and the chilling ogling.
I didn't think things would've came to this or I would never have agreed. Fuck this was way more humiliating than one short video of me masturbating being posted online with probably nobody I know seeing it. It was hard to believe that was how this started? With Derek spying on me fucking myself. Things escalated and escalated until they hit a point of no return: here. In the schoolyard butt naked in front of probably everybody I'd ever knew. Hundreds (or, uh, hundreds times two) of greedy eyes examining my bare skin from pale toes to stupid clown face.
My milky flesh shone in the cold sunlight as it rubbed up against random people that I didn't know the name of and some people I swore I recognised. I didn't know which one of those options made me cringe harder. My tiny tits were seemingly a talk of the people and they attracted a lot of pointing and unimpressed comments. My ass had a more favourable reception as the crowd critically accessed my body out loud. I wanted to scream at them to just let me go but I didn't feel that I could speak without immediately vomiting.
"Is that Rebecca?"
No, no, no! They were getting close! I needed to leave before somebody figured out who I was! I covered my blushing face with my hands soiling the shitty paint even more as I ultimately made it out of the ceaseless swarm and pushed past into the second building. I was certain that at least some people were following me but I prayed that the incompetent teachers regained some sort of order to save my rather naked behind.
I couldn't believe that all happened and I didn't want to accept the shameful truth. But too much difficult proof was indisputably there with the beyond cherry red blush which reached from my freckled cheeks to the rest of my pasty body, the stinging pain throughout my glowing burning bottom and the many numerous cruel comments I overheard floated around in my mind casually and for the first time since I was fourteen I felt timidly insecure about my body.
I needed to stop crying, I was required to fix this! As soon as I heard the crowd noise slowly fade away I gave myself a couple of moments to calm down even a little bit. I rubbed my wet eyes to wipe away the many many ugly tears and smudging the makeup in the process . Not just that, I finally completed my earlier promise and puked up on the floor. I won't describe that part in detail and you're welcome in advance. At least nobody was here currently.
Without thinking I realised I was literally at the Lost and Found. I guess it was closer than I thought... or I was very distracted. I couldn't help but expect a final cruel trick and that Rebecca hadn't actually put clothes in there. And then she'd jump out from behind the corner with my dad, Jeff and Kevin then screeching "Gotcha!" in her annoying voice and having all four of them cackle at me. I may have been paranoid but that was how my shitty day had went so far.
But that didn't happen.
Instead I opened the very obvious box left out in the open and to my great surprise saw my favourite set of clothes. My funniest (and that is saying a lot) shirt that said "SOMETIMES I USE WORDS I DON'T UNDERSTAND SO I CAN SOUND MORE PHOTOSYNTHESIS" along with a comfortable pair of casual black jeans and my cosy long camouflage jacket. She'd also been kind enough to leave underwear; normal plain white inconspicuous underwear too! Not just that she'd lent me her favourite hazel boots which I sometimes stole to her absolute displeasure and a comfortable looking pair of woolly black socks which looked brand new. She cared after all which gave an uneasy feeling I couldn't vanquish. I looked further into the box as I was getting dressed and saw that she left me a bunch of tissues along with a small mirror and a note was tucked underneath my shirt.
"You are so brave. You'll get better because of this.
Use these tissues to clear up your face and leave through the backdoor
I'll be there with a car
- Becs (Duh!)"
I felt both an overwhelming sensation of relief throughout my entire body along with a contradictory feeling of absolute numbness and apathy. I did as the instructions said acting on autopilot: something that I was actually skilled at with all the embarrassing orders I'd followed recently. Quickly pulling up my pants and finally fully dressed I sniffed as I used the tissues to clear my horrific face-paint; I now probably had a everlasting phobia of clowns. Fuck this day. Fuck this day so much.
It was time to confront the repercussions of it. And I really really hoped I still had tissues leftover for that awkward predicament.