'This is frustrating—no, this fucking sucks!'
These were the thoughts of the scarlet haired beauty Sarah, staring at her bare self in the full length mirror. Starting from her fair face she sees her red hair, going that there is her deep-forest green eyes complimented by the natural light tan of her white skin. Then she sees her respectably sized chest on her lithe body, flowing to wide hips and cute bum which branches to her toned legs capping her at the amazing height of six feet. The only blemish being a small mole on her inner left thigh. Well, that and the rather large protrusion between her legs. Said protrusion being the large phallus hanging semi-erect from her crotch. Not to say Sarah didn't like her anatomy, she loved it in fact, but it just made things difficult sometimes. Though, she didn't always love her body.
This has gone on for literally her whole life. Being that she was had this gift—she refused to think of herself as an 'anomaly', or 'accident'—at birth. Throughout her adolescent years she was urged by her mother to try and be herself, her father unfortunately wasn't as open-minded about it. He'd never hit her or treated her wrongly, but he was of the opinion that she should keep her gift a secret. So when she had a sleep-over at a friend's place when she was only a small girl, when her friend's mother accidently discovered her gift she was not happy. In Sarah's birth home in Washington State coming under local fire because of her it led to problems at home. Her father, being a well off doctor decided that he would rather move away and pay child support for her and her just a toddler sister. So a somewhat civil divorce occurred and Sarah's mother took her and her younger sister to Canada.
From that day on Sarah would not trust anyone with her gift—her curse—with anyone. So given her near unnatural beauty and basically shutting everyone out, she came off as a stuck up bitch. Someone who everyone assumed thought was better than them. So throughout her schooling she barely had any fiends, probably being able to count them on one hand with fingers left over. So it was during her final year in high school that an accident occurred.
An eighteen year-old Sarah was taking her time in a bathroom stall waiting for the rest of the girls to leave the change room. She had just finished her Phys Ed class and it was break for lunch. Sarah was smelling pretty ripe and wanted to have a quick rinse off so she didn't absolutely reek the rest of the day. The rest of her class finally cleared out and she snuck toward the communal shower, wishing again that these things had stalls built around them. Going as quick as she could getting the water on, she stripped down to finish the quick soak; failing to notice that someone else had a similar idea.
"Holy Shit!"
Whipping her head of the voice she saw one of her classmates staring wide-eyed at her, Beth, she thought. One of the more loner teens who hung out with some of the more 'punk rock' or 'goth' teens. Sarah realized where exactly the girl was looking, quickly she ripped her towel off the hook covered herself and ran past the girl to one of the stalls. That's where she began to cry.
'My life is so over again, why did I have to fuck up NOW! It was just one more year!'
Sarah just kept crying for next while, she couldn't even guess how long she'd been in there, she didn't care. When she couldn't cry anymore she heard a voice.
"Hey, are you okay?" It was Beth she realized, she'd been waiting out there.
"Go away, just, just leave me alone." Sarah said with a hoarse, trembling voice.
"Nope." Beth said simply.
"What the fuck do you want? Money? Fine! Just go away!" she lashed out.
"Look, I just want to talk, would you come out? It's just me, school's out for the day and the teacher's did the rounds a little while ago so no one but you and me."
"What?"
"Yeah, I told them your boyfriend broke up with you and you were having a moment. I said I was looking out for you so they bailed."
"Why?"
"Because, uh, well, cause I wanted to talk to you, you know, about
you.
"
The way Beth said that put Sarah off, "So what? You want to talk to the freak show? Get a few kicks out of the weirdo?"
"Oh for fucks sake just come out! I'm not gonna tell anyone okay? You clearly didn't want anyone to know." Beth spoke in an exasperated tone. "And I've been out here playing guard dog for you, so come on, have a bit of faith."
Could she really do that Sarah thought. Could she trust this girl simply because she asked her to? She may have been a little girl at the time but Sarah could still remember that people were upset because of the different plumbing that she was working with. She hadn't understood back then because her mother had been so understanding and open with her. So with her fear of opening up to people and the discovery of porn on the internet, Sarah had discovered that she was considered some freak of nature. Something any 'proper person' would never admit to enjoying or being interested in. People like her were simply treated as a pervert's fantasy, and almost all of the porn was freaking hentai!
But this girl, Beth, was trying to talk with her, being quite civil now that Sarah had taken a few seconds to think on it. True, she did freak out when she saw her but honestly, who wouldn't be surprised to walk into a public women's shower and see a girl with a huge dick between their legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest thinking of opening the stall door. But if her life was over anyways might as—
"Hey, are you gonna come out of there?" Beth's tone was surprisingly gentle.
Sarah just looked at the door for a few seconds, "Okay." She replied quietly.
Checking her towel, making sure she was still as decent as she could be, opened the door a peeked out, confirming that Beth had been true to her word, she was alone. Stepping out Sarah stood face to face with Beth, if she had to use one word to describe the girl she would use petite. The girl was pale, not unhealthily so, only a few shades lighter that Sarah's own were she to guess. Raven black hair styled in a bob-cut, whether it was dyed or not didn't matter, Sarah thought that it was gorgeous. Beth was also shorter, by a surprising margin, the girl couldn't be taller than five feet, maybe a little more. Beth was clothed in some simple black and grey short-shorts and grey tee-shirt respectively.
"So, I guess you like what you're seeing huh?" The question knocked Sarah out of her reverie. Looking at Beth she had this quirky little half smile going on while stealing a quick glance at the blondes' crotch.
Sarah looked down and saw that she was sporting a hard-on that had lifted her towel, exposing herself to the tiny girl.
Sarah freaked when she noticed she was hard for the petite girl. "Oh my God!" Trying to run back to the stall a hand caught her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.
"No, not happening, I did not wait out here for four hours so you can freak out and hide on me again!" Beth started to drag Sarah to some benches, struggling for a few seconds Sarah gave in, trying to cover her crotch while sitting down. With how large she was this was an impossibility.
"Soooo, my names Beth, you're Sarah right?"
"Why are you doing this?" Sarah said in a tired tone.
"Doing what?"
"This!" gesturing between herself and Beth, "Talking to me, not freaking out, and, and, not freaking out!"
Beth had this immensely amused look on her face, "Well first, you said 'freaking out' twice and second I think you're doing it enough for the both of us." Sarah tried cutting her off, "But," Beth continued, "You wouldn't believe the whole truth even if I did tell you."
Sarah got this upset look on her face,
'Fan-fucking-tastic. I'm going to get black mailed for who knows how long.'
