Chapter 1:
Hi. My name is Faherty Cumming. I'm going into my senior year of high school. I'm often accused of having a "Better than thou" kind of attitude. As I'm the prettiest girl in the whole school, it isn't just an attitude, it is a fact. I keep a popular vlog going of makeup and fashion tips; I'm always impeccably made up and dressed. It really pays off - I can demand what I want, and I'll get it with a quick flip of my hair and a bit of charm.
In each class, I would sit next to a nerdy guy. It doesn't take much more than a smile and a "Hi." to get him to allow me to cheat off of him during tests. Who needs brains when you have looks? Rumors were circulating that I might be homecoming queen, and I was looking forward to it.
I spent a week every August visiting with my cousin Alice Carter. She lived a few hours away, so this annual trip was the only time we saw each other face to face. Alice was my age, but chubby and dumpy. I tried to get her to be as fashionable as I was, but she never saw the use.
Five days into the visit, Mrs. Carter poked her head into Alice's room to wake us up. Mrs. Carter looked really annoyed as she snarled "It's time to get up. Faherty! It seems you'll be living here from now on, you're not going home this weekend."
I stammered "Uh...what? Why?"
She angrily snapped "I don't want to talk about it!" and slammed the door. I looked at Alice, who seemed as surprised and confused I was. I was too afraid to ask again. Mrs. Carter always hated me for some reason. I think it was jealousy. I was younger, prettier, and more popular than her or Alice.
It was only two weeks before school started. Mrs. Carter spent them scrambling to get me moved to the new school and barking at me to stand up straight. What the hell was up with that woman? I already was standing up straight!
The school uniform for women was a stylish purple top and a pleated black and purple skirt - the school colors. Everyone would be wearing the same thing, so I vowed to make sure that my makeup and hair were perfect every day; I was better than my classmates, so I should look better too! Of course, my good looks will scare off a lot of people from speaking to me. That is no loss, they were the wrong people anyway. I would just have to find the right girls, the ones who were adored by everyone; they would be my new friends.
I was nervous when I walked into school on the first day. I didn't have my clique of friends to back me up. I didn't know who the smart kids were, or who the in crowd was. The only person that I knew was my dumpy cousin. I didn't even know the teachers or the layout of the new school! Everyone else in my grade were chatting with their friends while walking to their homeroom. I felt lost.
Once people started to learn my name instead of "New Girl", they started calling me "Farty". I was horrified that that it seemed like everyone was taught that my name was "Farty Cumming"! Even the teachers started to call me "Farty"! It is pronounced "Fa-HER-ty", not "Farty!" How was I going to meet the right girls being called "Farty"? Little did I know that my cousin Alice knew who the influential people were, and was telling everyone who would listen to call me "Farty"?
On the third week of school, a guy was walking next to me in the hall. He started panting and writhing while looking right at me. I looked back, wondering what he was doing. He started thrusting his hips back and forth, calling loudly "Oh yes! Yes! Oh!" He loudly moaned in the throes of a fake orgasm, then thrust out has ass at me and made the loudest fart sound that he could. Everyone burst out laughing as the joker called out "It's Farty Cumming!"
I looked at him wide eyed. My emotions swirled in a churning cauldron. I was stunned in surprise, and aghast that he would do that. I was ashamed by his incredibly embarrassing rendition of my name! Then I realized that other than strangle looks, this was the first attention that I had in weeks, so I was kind of happy for it. Why was I kind of turned on by what he did?
A week later, I was walking down the hall between classes. My head was craned as I looked at the room numbers to find my next class. I felt something on the back of my skirt! I gasped as the hand quickly yanked my skirt right down to my ankles! I shrieked loudly and dropped my books all over the place as I tried not to trip on my own skirt. Everyone in the hallway pointed and laughed. I was stunned into indecision as everyone was seeing my panties! Immediately the cellphones pointed my way. I tried covering myself, but I was still so exposed. The joker, the same one who made the Farty Cumming imitation stood proudly in the crowd. I timidly bent over, and was forced to show my ass as I pulled up my skirt. I would never be Homecoming Queen now! I blushed so deeply. I didn't want to look anyone in the face. But yet...I felt a stirring in my crotch. I couldn't understand!
Within two class periods, I knew that the news was traveling. Other students snickered as they passed me, pointed at my skirt and whispered to friends. Once again, my emotions swirled confusingly inside my head. I was used to being the center of attention of adoring looks at in my previous school. I am gorgeous and was in the best group of girls. Then I came to the new school and was suddenly an ignored outsider. It felt foreign. But now I was once again the center of attention. I was so embarrassed, and yet somehow excited that I was being noticed, that I was the one chosen to be the target of the prank! This was so humiliating, yet kind of a turn on! I realized that I craved the attention far too much to stop the joker. I just bowed my head and whimpered.
In mid-November, Mrs. Carter couldn't stand my persistent slouching any more, and took me to a doctor. Alice tagged along.
First, I had to get naked for the examination. When Doctor Dan came in, he made bend over, and was running his hands up and down my back, feeling my spine. I was so very aware that I was totally naked while my aunt and cousin were fully dressed and watching a man putting his hands on me. I looked down, seeing how my boobs looked so much longer, and I felt so exposed.
Finally I was allowed to stand. Doctor Dan took a deep breath and talked to Mrs. Carter. "Well, Faherty has idiopathic kyphosis." I looked at him blankly, having no clue what that meant. Thankfully he continued on. "She has a hunchback, and will need to wear a brace or it will get worse. I'll get one now. Faherty can get dressed now."
It felt so odd to be talked about as if I wasn't even in the room. As I got dressed, I felt so humbled, it felt so right to be the center of attention again, but it was so embarrassing to be treated this way!
Doctor Dan came back with a rigid white monstrosity. It would clearly cover my torso all the way from my hips to my armpits! I saw all sorts of fearsome straps to hold it in place. He opened up the slit that ran up the back and wrapped it around me. Holy crap! This this was so rigid! I felt that it came over my armpits in the front and back, and had a hole cut out for my boobs to fit through.
The doctor droned on "She's going to have to wear it 23 hours per day. She can only take it off for showering and gym. She's going to need a friend's help at school to help her in and out of it."
