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Things had gotten a little out of hand at Middleton High. Peter
Cook, star quarterback of the Middleton Pumas and a gorgeous hunk to
boot, had recently become single again. The chase was on and the two
leading contenders were neck and neck. Each of them would do anything
to win him.
Winnie was well-known at school for her incredible figure - even
though she was stick thin, she had not only a perfectly rounded rear
end but also a tremendous bosom. Suzie's gorgeous red hair and
striking green eyes were the envy of many as well, and she was
generally considered one of the prettiest girls at the school.
The two of them usually managed to avoid each other - especially
now, with tempers running hot over Peter. But when they did see each
other, one of them always managed to throw out some petty insult, just
to get the other mad. The tension between the two just kept building
and building until one morning between classes, it broke.
Seeing Suzie in the hall, Winnie loudly remarked to her friends that
she had a date with Peter next week. Suzie sneered back at Winnie:
"Peter doesn't want someone like you, all body and no brains. He
wants someone with style, like me! That's how I got a date with him
TONIGHT!"
Winnie was infuriated. She had finally had enough. "You think all
I've got is my body? I'll show you what I've got!" And with that,
she launched her fist at Suzie's face. Suzie was too startled to even
move and Winnie's punch hit her square in the eye, knocking her right
onto the ground. She quickly stood up, backing away from Winnie with
her hand over her eye and shouting.
"You BITCH! I'll kill you for that!" She took her hand away from
her eye and glared at Winnie. Suddenly Winnie lowered her guard and
began laughing.
"Better not let Peter see you without your contacts, Suzie! He
loves those green-eyed girls, but how do you think he'll feel when he
sees your boring brown eyes?" This drew a collective chuckle from the
gathering crowd.
Suzie gasped and scanned the floor, covering her eye as she did so.
As she knelt down to pick up the lost lens, Winnie jumped back in and
aimed a kick right at Suzie's head. This time Suzie was ready,
however, and she grabbed Winnie's leg and pulled. Winnie swung her
arms wildly and almost lost her balance. She managed to keep herself
up and tried to stumble away. Suzie kept a two-handed hold on
Winnie's leg, but ended up just pulling down her stockings as she
squirmed away. Looking up under Winnie's skirt as she struggled away,
Suzie suddenly saw something and let go of Winnie's leg. Winnie was
thrown off-balance by this and nearly fell. Before she could get
away, Suzie had reached up and ripped down Winnie's stockings
completely. Winnie tripped over the mass of fabric and fell heavily
to the floor, stunned. Suzie took advantage of Winnie's
incapacitation by sitting on her back and pulling up her short skirt.
Now the entire crowd could see what Suzie had noticed a moment earlier
- Winnie needed padding to achieve her famous perfect derriere! Suzie
cackled at this discovery, and yanked the padded panties down,
revealing Winnie's flat, scrawny butt. Then Suzie reached into the
back of the panties, pulled out one of the pads, and threw them into
the cheering audience. Gales of laughter echoed down the hall at this
new revelation.
By now Winnie was groggily coming to her senses. As she came to,
she felt the Suzie tugging at her underwear and realized with horror
that her secret had been revealed. She flailed about and managed to
get off her stomach - Suzie was more absorbed now in digging the
second piece of foam rubber out of her underpants than in making sure
that Winnie was unable to fight back. Winnie got herself on her back
but still couldn't get away with Suzie's weight on her stomach. But
she still had a chance to attack. Suzie had almost managed to get the
second pad out of the pocket on the inside of Winnie's panties, now
tangled around her knees. She was so focused on humiliating Winnie
that she was only glancing at the prone girl occasionally to make
sure she wasn't up to anything. Winnie tried to throw a punch but
from her prostrate position she was unable to reach Suzie. Suzie
noticed the gesture and turned her head around for a moment to laugh
at Winnie. As she did, her beautiful long red hair swirled like
something out of a shampoo commercial. Winnie realized she could
attack after all.
Suzie returned her attention to Winnie's underwear and finally
managed to pull the obstinate piece of foam out. She held it up for a
moment, then threw it into the cheering crowd. Suddenly, though, her
head was jerked back by Winnie, who had managed to tangle one fist
tightly in Suzie's long red locks. Suzie's hands flew to her head as
she started screaming. Winnie hadn't realized she'd pulled hard
enough to cause Suzie any real pain, but she wasn't about to complain,
either. She pulled even harder.
Suzie's screams continued as she jumped to her feet and tried to
pull herself away from Winnie. Now that they were face to face,
Winnie snarled at Suzie but briefly wondered at Suzie's expression,
which was more one of fear than pain. No matter - she would make that
redhead bitch pay for exposing her secret. Gathering her strength,
she prepared for a pull that would throw Suzie across the hallway.
She jerked her arm back as had as she could, and Suzie's hair - came
off.
It was a wig. Suzie was still standing right where she had been
before, and Winnie held in her hand a mass of red hair... Suzie's
hair. Winnie stared at the wig in amazement, then looked up, still
wearing her stunned expression, at Suzie. Suzie's hands were on her
head, where they had futilely tried to hold her hairpiece in place.
In place of her beautiful red tresses was a close-cropped mass of
mousey brown hair, studded with the clips and bobby pins that had,
until today, held her fake hair firmly in place. Suzie was horrified,
unable to move. As the silence that had suddenly overcome the crowd
gave way once again to laughter, now aimed at her, she seemed to
shrink back into herself. Tears began streaming out of her mismatched
eyes and down her cheeks.
Winnie began prancing about in front of the cheering crowd, Suzie's
wig held high above her head. Suzie had to watch in horror through
bleary eyes as Winnie, her huge breasts bouncing, showed the whole
world that Suzie was a fake. For years now she had been renowned for
her beauty and now all that was gone! She suddenly felt a powerful
rage rising within her. Grabbing one of the sharp pins from her hair,
Suzie rushed at the unsuspecting Winnie.
The alarmed look on the face of one of the onlookers tipped Winnie
off and she managed to turn just in time to see Suzie rushing toward
her. Winnie tried to move out of the way but didn't have time - Suzie
barrelled into her, her right hand slashing downward as she came
close. She was going to stab that bitch right through the throat!
But Winnie's last minute motion threw off Suzie's aim - instead of
slashing into Winnie's neck, the pin stabbed into Winnie's left
breast. There was a sharp BANG and suddenly all the action stopped.
Suzie backed away from Winnie, whose face was a frozen mask of
surprise. Suzie realized why when she looked down at Winnie's chest.
Under Winnie's top, where her left breast had been, there was nothing
but the lumpy wrinkle of a too-large bra cup.
"They're balloons... They're just BALLOONS!" Suzie shouted, suddenly
filled with glee. Winnie cowered back, trying to cover up her
shrunken chest and pretend like nothing unusual had happened. It
wasn't working.
"All this time, " Suzie growled, advancing again, "you had us all
fooled. But now we know! You skinny, flat-chested SLUT! How dare
you think Peter would ever want you?"
Winnie continued to step backwards, mouthing "no... no!" Her dazed
expression proved that she was completely unable to handle the
situation. Suzie was now edging closer, and Winnie was flinching with
each stabbing motion Suzie made with her pin. Winnie's expression was
turning to fear now, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
Suzie decided it was time for a little help from the crowd. "So now
we know Winnie's little secret," she cried, "Anybody want to see just
what she's got under there?" A roar went up from the onlookers and,
at Suzie's signal, two guys grabbed Winnie and held her.
Suzie approached and stood close to the whimpering Winnie, whose
expression was now one of sheer terror.
"Get that sweater off her!" she shouted. The boys responded
willingly, yanking the sweater over the struggling Winnie's head.
Then they stood her back up. A large and bulky brassiere seemed out
of place on her stick-thin body.
Suzie strode forward and thrust a hand into the right cup of
Winnie's bra. Winnie screamed for a moment as Suzie yanked the
balloon out and held it up to the bystanders, who began cheering. She
tossed the falsie out into the crowd. Then she grabbed the shoulder
straps of Winnie's bra and unceremoniously yanked the garment down to
Winnie's waist. Winnie was revealed; her tiny nipples looked out of
place somehow on her totally flat and featureless chest. Winnie's
scrawny body was completely undeveloped. Her chest seemed almost
sunken, it was so flat.
With the removal of her bra another cheer came up from the crowd,
but both girls noticed a sudden stillness settling over the group.
They turned to see what the cause could be, terrified that the school
authorities might have come to find them like this. But it wasn't the
vice principal - it was Peter. He was shoving his way through the
crowd, trying to get inside the circle of bodies and find out what was
going on.
When he saw Suzie, she caught his eye, but it was obvious he didn't
recognize her. He began to look elsewhere but suddenly his head
turned back as if on a swivel.
"Suz... Suzie?" he breathed, clearly astonished. As she tried to
smile through her ruined makeup, his gaze slowly but obviously
wandered up from her face to her hair.
"What - what happened to you, Suzie? Your hair..."
Suzie began sputtering something but couldn't get the words out.
She averted her eyes and suddenly Peter noticed Winnie. She was
standing there sobbing with her hands over her face. Her pathetic
chest was clearly revealed. When she saw that Peter was looking at
her, she turned away, but this only let him see how limply her skirt
fell across her flat derriere.
Suzie was at his side, having partially regained her composure. She
had also salvaged her wig from somewhere and as dusty and tousled as
it was, she had placed it crookedly back on her head. She spoke to
Peter.
"Peter, she attacked me! She's completely crazy! And without all
that padding, look at her - she's just a skeleton! You could never
date her, Peter, you could never love her. Take me home, Peter!"
Peter looked into Suzie's multicolored eyes, trying desperately to
be imploring and seductive even through her tear-stained face. He
reached out to her and, to her horror, pulled the wig from her head.
He looked at it for a moment, then spoke.
"I'm sorry, Suzie, but you both lied to me. I would never go out
with either of you. Especially you. How could you try to come on to
me now? You make me sick." He threw the wig down and stomped on it.
"You both make me sick!"
With that, Peter stormed away. Suzie and Winnie had both lost their
man. Their secrets revealed, their beauty destroyed, they were never
again able to get him or any other man at the school.
