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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.
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