I always rooted for the underdog, the unwanted, the strange, the ones that just didn't fit in the clique, the picked on, the abused, why people are so mean to each other baffles me. I wish I was stronger, bigger, braver someone who could stand up to the bullies. Why women do it to other women is the worst we have enough going against us in this world we don't need to fight each other.
When I first stood up for Beth and put Jess from the gym in her place, Vagina Girl was born, I was strong enough, brave enough. Watching Jess humiliate herself at my hand was poetic justice, pissing on her was fun, I would seek others who need my help, with a V tattoo connecting between my breast.
During the day I'm an attorney, a victims advocate, at night I search the city streets for those in need. The women of the world need Vagina Girl defending the small, the weak, the chubby, the weird, anywhere someone is being yelled at, teased, beaten, made to fell bad for being different you will find me defending them, lifting them up, bring justice to the abuser with a vengeance only Vagina Girl can dish out.
Whether it is fingering an abused crying lady on the train or teaching a stuck bitch a lesson by riding her face or teasing the teaser as she is forced to lick the chubby girls ass or kiss the trans woman's feet. Vagina Girl dishes out justice without malice, teaching lessons, making the weak strong, helping woman feel good about themselves regardless of how they look or if they fit in to the so called "NORM".
My friend Amy called in tears I could barely understand her. Finally the story came out, her boyfriend took her camping, in the secluded state forest. The first night they were there two of his friends showed up. The four of them drank to excess, her boyfriend Chris informed her his friends were there to have sex with her, she tried to say no, she didn't want that. But under Chris direction, while he watched, his friends fucked her in the ass and shoved their dirty cocks in her mouth. She was confused, hurt, embarrassed, Chris thought it was funny. I offered comfort as best as I could telling her to file charges against them. She refused Chris was her fiance, they were to be married in June, this was a job for Vagina Girl.
I dressed in my Vagina Girl outfit a few nights later and headed to the bar where Chris hung out after work. Fliting with him relentlessly, flashing leg, thigh, vagina with my short skirt, flipping my long red hair, touching his arm, licking my lips, using all my powers. The trap was set when he eagerly agreed to come back to my place.
I opened the door to my apartment, Chris stumbled in as I shut and locked the door, he tried to kiss me but I pushed him back. He was six foot two hundred pounds, but I was Vagina Girl with super powers, or in this case help. Stepping from my bedroom were two of the bouncers, Dalton and Wyatt I knew from the Lakeshore Tavern where I occasionally performed my music.
"What's this? Bitch!"
