Writer's note--I missed the deadline for the summer writing contest, but I loved the premise and decided to just jot down a fun little story. Enjoy!
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The sun still had not risen when Kylie opened her eyes. She yawned, then sat up out of bed and stretched. Her tiny bedroom felt cozy enough, but sometimes she wished she had a little more space.
Kylie was in her last year of her undergrad, and she was glad that she could get out and get a real job soon enough. While she went to school on a full scholarship, she could only stretch her budget so far, renting out the loft room of a house on campus.
She was a friendly, pleasant girl, but she did not feel anything about her was special. She had a curvy body, not chubby but not exactly thin, either. She had a soft face with sleepy eyes. They were bright green and larger than most girls. Kylie was terribly naive and shy, and did not get into many of the events on campus. She had a few friends that she had gone to classes with but little more than that.
The rare friend she made outside of classes was Carter, the math major. Kylie was studying architecture, but she could never imagine someone studying math. The two of them bonded after they met at the outdoor cinema over the summer. She thought he was gorgeous, and she loved the way he would laugh at her terrible jokes.
Kylie had housework she needed to get done that morning before she could make it out to the library to study. She sat in bed and scratched her head as her eyes kept drooping closed. She was trying her best to eat right and get enough rest for a change.
She got up and threw the blankets off. She had slept in her bra and panties, having nearly collapsed when she got in late last night. Her tiny apartment consisted of her bedroom, her tiny bathroom, and a kitchenette. Kylie would typically spend time outside or in one of the student association buildings just to get some space.
Kylie got stripped off and started the shower up. She reached in to feel the water, when she looked out the door of her apartment. This door was her only entry way in, and went down a long flight of stairs up to apartment. Mrs. O'Herlihy, her landlady, was nice enough to her, but did not seem to have much concern with fixing up the place.
Kylie looked again, then noticed that a mountain bluebird had landed on the railing of the stairs. "Oh, so pretty!" Kylie crept near the door just to get a better look.
She then noticed Mrs. O'Herlihy's cat, Dummy, was making small progress up the steps, clearly trying to sneak up on the bird. "Dummy, no!" Kylie flung the door open, then kicked at the cat to shoo away. The bluebird made a strategic retreat.
Now the door mechanism of this apartment had a curious feature. Since college kids were quite careless, Mrs. O'Herlihy had a spring hooked up that would shut the door securely in order to save on heat and AC costs. The lock was also made through the door handle so that it could only be opened by key as you went in, in order to prevent some dumb kid from leaving the door unlocked. The spring worked surprisingly well, slamming the door shut behind Kylie.
Kylie, meanwhile, heard the slam and her stomach curdled. She slowly turned around to get a good look just to be sure. There was no fighting it--her fate was sealed.
Kylie had locked herself out of her own apartment, completely naked.
She did the usual denial, grabbing the knob and twisting, as if this one time the universe would just cut her a break and open magically. It was pointless. Kylie's breathing became erratic as she watched through the window helplessly, the shower still running. As much as she resented the apartment's size, she wanted more than anything to be back in there now.
Kylie put her arms up to cover her breasts, realizing that it was probably pointless as anyone could see as much as they needed to. She made her way down the wooden stairs, trying her best not to make too many squeaks. She had it all in her mind--she would just go knock on the rear door, Mrs. O'Herlihy would answer, and go get the key to let her back into her apartment. So simple.
Kylie knocked and knocked on the door forever, but there was no answer. Kylie was terrified at this point. She looked down at the shoe rack and saw a pair of sneakers. They were a little faded, but Kylie figured it was better than running around in bare feet. She tried them on, and they fit better than she had expected. She looked around the yard in vain for something she could throw on, but nothing was suitable.
Kylie did a small whine as she looked around the backyard. "Wait!" She did a small hop. "Carter lives near here." She had a copy of her key made up and gave it to Carter for just such an occasion. She got it in her mind that she could just make it to Carter's place and get him to give her some clothes.
All she had to do now was to make it across several back lots, a four-lane roadway, and up to Carter's apartment.
"Sure," Kylie said as she blew the light brown hair out of her face. "Easy."
It was still early in the morning and the sun was barely out. She figured there would be enough people still asleep that she should be able to sneak through undetected.
She ran across Mrs. O'Herlihy's yard, then poked her head out between the hedges. The coast looked clear. Kylie ran past the brush and went behind the small shed in the backyard, only to have a large golden dog run from the back of the house out to where she was hiding. Kylie gritted her teeth, thinking she would be discovered.
The dog barked at her repeatedly as Kylie did her best to stay hidden behind the shed. "No, doggy!" She wagged her foot at the dog. The dog raced back and forth, apparently thinking she wanted to play.
Kylie looked down and saw a chewed-up tennis ball. She squatted down and held it up to the dog, getting her full attention. "Oh, you like the ball?
Yeah?
You wanna play?"
The dog darted back and forth, her front paws out in front of her. Kylie threw the ball as best as she could, making the dog chase after it. The dog ran top speed and grabbed the ball out of the air, then ran back. She dropped the ball at Kylie's feet, smiling wildly and wagging her tail.
Kylie picked up the ball again and gave it a bounce on the ground. "Okay! Want to try again?" This time she gave it a good whip, sending it near the back of the house. The dog blitzed full speed to go and grab it again.
Kylie dash through the backyard at top speed. She prayed that the dog's owner was not watching the entire time.
Kylie hopped over the chain-link fence to make it into the next yard. This one she knew all too well--the local chapter of the Sigma Kappa Mu sorority. The yard was laid out with hedging in a square, and in the middle was a stonework path with a fountain in the middle.
Kylie looked at the fountain, then ducked down as fast as she could. She could not have thought of anyone more unpleasant to come across than Becky St. John, the sorority president. She looked like she was berating a younger student for something.
"You fucking call this cleaned out?" Becky was in the face of the girl, who was wearing her bra on the outside of her shirt. The other girl looked like a nice kid who was starting to regret her decision to be associated with the organization. "Look, it's full of slime, and...ewwww! What the fuck is this even?" Becky reached in and grabbed a handful of wet leaves, then threw them in the girl's face. "Get the fuck out of here, idiot."
The young woman looked as if she was wiping a tear away, then trudged toward the house. Becky picked up a long pole of some kind and was dunking it into the fountain, cursing to herself.
Kylie stayed ducked down, crawling along on her hands and knees. The grass felt wet and cold on her skin as she made her way along the far end of the hedges. She was able to peek under and see Becky struggling with the pole. There she was--perfect bronze skin, skinny little legs, big tits and tiny waist. There was something so beautiful and phony about her at the same time. Kylie even hated how her white shorts and pink tube top looked so great on her. Why did she need to act like such a bitch when she had so many things going for her?
Kylie was too busy trying to take a look at Becky that she clumsily broke a stick under her hand. The snap was unmistakable.
Becky stopped and looked around. "Who's that?" She turned to look near Kylie's direction. "Pledge, come out! You'll be on kitchen duty all week for spying."
Kylie froze, hoping that Becky would ignore it and go back to her chore. Instead the sound of thundering footsteps closed in on her. Kylie felt two hands grab her arm and pull her up.
"Aha!" Becky shouted. "Now you--the
fuck
?"
Kylie stood behind the hedge, trying in vain to cover her breasts and vulva. Her cheeks were turning red as she tried not to look Becky in the eye. She knew Becky all too well and had seen her more times than she cared to remember around the neighbourhood. She and her other genetically gifted friends would harass Kylie while she walked back home. Maybe Becky was too self-important to remember who she was.
"Well, if it isn't Kylie Fatass," Becky said with a smarmy tone. Kylie was far from fat--actually she was curvy and cute, but to Becky she probably looked like a whale. "What the fuck are you doing flashing your gross-ass body around here?"
Something inside Kylie suddenly welled up. The torment, the name-calling--it all became too much to bear. Kylie's lip went into a snarl. Maybe taking a stand would not save her, but it might give another pledge a bit of reprieve from Becky's abuse.
Kylie put her hands on her hips. "Look, bitch, I got stuck out of my house. I would ask
you
for help, but seeing as you're such a miserable cunt, I wouldn't even waste my time." She looked down at Becky's body. "Pfft. I bet those things were a sweet sixteen gift from your stepdaddy who wants to groom you."
Becky's mouth dropped open. "I'm fucking calling campus security and telling them that some pervert is in
my
backyard making an ass out of herself!"
Kylie stepped forward, nearly nose to nose with Becky. Becky looked afraid for a second. "You do that," Kylie hissed. "Actually, tell them that there are two of us!" With that, Kylie grabbed a handful of Becky's tube top, then yanked it down. Becky yelped as her breasts were suddenly exposed.
Kylie stood back and looked with disgust. They weren't so perfect after all. Becky had some noticeable scarring under her tits, and her nipples looked like they were doing the Marty Feldman. Kylie guffawed. "Wow, you got butchered!"
Becky looked down, then growled. "Fuck you!"
Becky lunged at Kylie, but Kylie reached out with both arms stiff, then gave Becky a giant shove. Becky made a few clumsy steps backward, then pitched over and dropped back into the slimy water of the fountain.
Kylie stared in disbelief with her mouth wide open as Becky emerged from the water, her perfect peroxide hair and face drenched in green goop. She had managed to get her perfectly white pants a perfect green shade now. Her fake tits were also covered in the slop. Becky got herself out of the water, holding her arms out and making tiny panting noises. She finally tilted her head back and screamed as loudly as she could manage.
Kylie took this as her cue to exit, and ran to the other side of the large yard. Becky was still screaming and now sounded like she was sobbing. "I'm gonna get you for this!" Becky was now heaving and moaning. "This is sexual assault!
Fuck you
