[ENF] Bad Luck Lacey

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First attempt at writing one of these. Hope you enjoy. Open to compliments. No critiquing though heh.

Bad Luck Lacey - Part I

For her entire life up to today, Lacey had pretty good luck. Her reserved nature definitely helped, but often times the uncontrollable factors just seemed to go her way.

Like at her best friend Cory’s 15th birthday. “Hey everybody, watch my do a dive!” Lacey proclaimed atop the high-dive. She leapt off the cement landing and crashed elegantly into the water below, a crash that swept her bikini bottoms right off. She broke the surface and felt the water massage the naked skin where her bottoms had been.

Looking down she saw her top and shifted mightily, exposing both her breasts. Before panic could set in she realized Cory’s hot mom had just brought out the cake and nobody noticed her dilemma. Lacey quickly located her missing suit, swam over and pulled it on.

And the events following a lacrosse game where she had scored the winning goal. She had gone back to the locker room to change into her normal clothes, but realized she forgotten a fresh pair of undies. She slipped off her bloomers, changed her top then headed out. She wasn’t too worried about going commando, it was a brief walk back to her car and she going straight home.

However, she was intercepted by a reported from the local news. They were interested in doing a small piece about the playoff-bound team and asked if she’d answer a few questions about the game. Lacey tried to avoid it, her heart skipping a beat when she felt a light breeze lightly lift the hem of her skirt, but eventually she obliged.

Taking a seat next to the reporter and directly facing the camera, Lacey sweated through question after question. When prompted to give a run through of the game-winning goal, she incidentally shot her right leg out, opening her skirt widely, then shuffled her feet in air. When it struck her what she’d done she turned ghostly white. It didn’t help that everyone had heard she was going to be on the news that night, so the entire school was watching. Just as the moment drew close, an ad popped up at the bottom of the screen, blocking out any unwanted exposure. Lacey was infinitely relieved, and although still uneasy about the news piece’s decision to keep that segment included. Very strange circumstances.

And there was the time she was 5 dollars on a lotto scratcher, though that’s not very relevant to the story.

[hanskumoekk]

Like the idea! Well written and a good concept here!

I especially like what you do in one particular area: You start off with two situations here in part 1 where she experiences bad luck, but at the same time good luck when it's not noticed. This is, to me, a very good buildup in an ENF story. A few close calls, she starts to think she has luck on her side...and boom!

I will follow this with excitement!

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Yeah I agree I've been Down that road before trust me its not fun but its long

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Part II

And there was the time she won 5 dollars on a lotto scratcher, though that’s not very relevant to the story.

But alas, Lacey’s luck had changed. Though it didn’t seem so just yet. The principle had approached her Lacey on Monday of that week.

“Lacey, I want the cheer to open Friday’s pep rally with a brief performance, can you do that for me?”
It was a no-brainer. The school’s cheer team wasn’t very popular at the moment. Mostly because a large group of the girls were fugly, which only accentuated the soft, cute features of their captain, Lacey. Lacey drew resentment from the other girls, not just for being prettier, but for being hotter too. Hmm, I guess those are kind of the same…never mind.

“Yeah we’d love to!” Lacey replied, though not so certain the rest of the girls would be as enthusiastic. When she broke the news to them at practice that day, and that they’d have to stay late all week learning a new routine, the team sighed heavily and vowed this was all Lacey’s fault.

One girl in particular, Tara, had had enough. And coincidentally, up to this day, Tara had nothing but bad luck. She still remembered a girl named Cory’s birthday party a few years back.

Tara went off to change into her bathing suit. She had just finished unhooking her bra when she saw the door handle turn. Before she could stop herself from dropping the bra, and rendering herself completely naked, the door swung open where she was met by the eyes of the entire party. Tara struggled to cover herself, yelling internally for this dimwit to close the door, but she was just as awestruck and frozen. Looking up she saw it was Lacey, who quickly apologized, saying she was just looking for the restroom. Lacey then closed the door and soon after forgot all about the incident.

And there were the events of a lacrosse game. Tara had left her bloomers at practice the day before, but luckily a friendly girl on the team named Lacey scooped them up and promised to bring them to the game the next day. Lacey packed her equipment up, threw a bag together with a spare change of undies and tossed Tara’s bloomers in with them.

At the game the following day she gave a glib apology to Tara, stating she must’ve left them in another bag back home. Tara would be forced to wear just the narrow thong she had worn to school that day. Still, that wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for the big play. Nearing the final few seconds Tara jetted forward to receive a breakaway pass. Unfortunately, her foot wrapped around another girl standing running the same path, sending Tara flying into the air. In her daze she sat up to see she had landed spread-legged in front of the home crowd. Suddenly, the crowd stood up, giving everyone a perfect view of her improper attire as they roared with excitement. She turned around to see Lacey had scored the winning goal.

Tara vowed to get back at little lucky Lacey

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First off, let me apologize for the grammatical errors and missing words in Parts I and II. I've never been very good at going back and proof-reading. If I keep screwing up though I guess I'll have to do so. Enjoy part 3:

Part III

Tara’s first bit of inspiration occurred Tuesday. She giggled to herself watching Lacey warm up for practice. Bending over in her yoga pants, Lacey’s heart-covered undies were almost completely visible. Tara could make out each individual heart’s color, almost in disbelief that Lacey had never noticed this. She made her move.

“Hey Lace,” she started, slowly making her way over. Lacey pulled herself upright and turned around.
“Yeah, what’s up Tara?”
“You know, I just noticed that since we’re going to be performing outside and it’s been kind of cold…and I think they look really good and all the girls seem to have a pair, what if we performed in our yoga pants? Might make for a cooler, sleeker look?”
“I don’t know, what do you girls think?”

A few of the girls panned over unenthused. When they saw the surreptitious nod that Tara gave them, they perked up in favor of whatever option Tara was spouting.
“Yeah, we like Tara’s idea.” “Sure, yeah.” “Whatever.” “Huh?”

“All right, fine, I guess we can do that.”
“Great,” Tara smiled walking away.
She turned around and put the wide smile back on her face as Lacey bent forward, again showing off her silly underwear. Now if only there was a way to get those off of her before the show, Tara thought.

By Wednesday, the routine was fairly set and well-rehearsed. It was time that Tara set the next step in motion.

“Lacey, I saw this ending formation online and, and I was wondering if we could incorporate it.”
“Oh umm. Well we have the routine almost down pat. If we change—“
But Tara interrupted her.

“What do you think girls? Should we spice up the routine?”
“Yeah, we like Tara’s idea.” “Sure, yeah.” “Whatever.” “Huh?
“All right, fine, what is it Tara?”

Tara explained the choreography that required the team’s flier to tumble and flip into a lift. Two girls on each side hold the legs with the flier caught legs akimbo, held in air. It looked much better than that crummy description.

“I don’t know Tara; we don’t do a lot of lifts.” It was true. Most of the ugly girls were also fat, making lifts limited to only a few of the girls. Unfortunately for Lacey, she was the best suited for the job.

“Oh come on, you’ll be great. The girls and I will hold you up.”
After a bit more convincing, Lacey consented. She remembered the few instances of taking the spotlight in the past and how they’d almost lead to unbelievable embarrassment. Yet she had convinced herself this would be fine.

A few got together to make sure they could hoist Lacey up. Lacey got ready, jumped up, and was held perfectly in place by the girls below. Tara looked straight up. Lacey was wearing bulky solid green underwear today. The girls below all saw and giggled to themselves before letting Lacey down.

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Part IV:

On Thursday it rained. And rained and rained. But then it stopped raining, only to start again.

The principal came to Lacey and told her they’d be moving the pep rally indoors, under the bright spotlights of the auditorium. However, he failed to mention that they’d be live streaming the event to all the local middle schools in an attempt to get them excited for high school.

Lacey delivered the news to the girls, eliciting a sly grin from Tara and a chuckle from a few of the other girls. Tara was starting to think things were getting too good to be true. She knew under the booming lights of the auditorium, Lacey’s already thin yoga pants would be practically transparent.

They practiced well into the night until the routine was down perfect. Even the ending jump was looking strong, with Tara and her friends holding the nimble Lacey into the air. Again they looked up Lacey in mid-air and shared a smile at her light pink panties.
“Ok guys, great practice, I know we’re gonna nail it tomorrow and look great,” Lacey hailed.

As the clock turned to midnight her dream of the flawless team performance turned into a nightmare. At that very moment, planets had realigned, the earth had shifted, uhhh something happened, and Lacey’s luck was thrown askew. She saw herself running into the final jump, rising into the air, but instead of a roaring applause she was met by a chorus of laughter. Confused, she looked down to see her yoga pants were bunched up at her ankles. And as she tried to free herself, thinking it couldn’t get worse, her wiggling around caused her panties to slowly fall out of her reach. “NOOO!!!”

She was startled awake. She couldn’t get out of bed quick enough. She calmed herself down, realizing it was simply a dream, then put a smile back on as she began to stretch out and get ready for the day. As she stretched out her back and arms as wide as she could she felt a small tickle go down her legs. Looking down she realized her panties had given way and fell right off.

“Hmm, guess those aren’t good any more.
With a quick kick she flicked them into her closet, right onto the rim of her dirty clothes hamper.

Her joyful ease was quickly evaporated when she realized it was already 7:18, and had to be at school in 12 minutes. She must have overslept. Usually she always showered before school, and having come back so late last night she never had time to shower following practice. She knew she smelled bad.

“AHHH I can’t be late though!”

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Part V

Lacey remembered that there were showers in the locker room at school. If she hurried, she might be able to make it to home room at 7:30 and excuse herself to prepare for the pep rally at 8. Then she could shower before the girls got there.

No. She wouldn’t do it. The possibility of being naked at school was too much for her. She scampered out of her room to the adjacent bathroom. But the door was locked.
“Ughhhh, open the door.”

“Hi.” Lacey was startled a little boy to her left. “Your brothers in there.” Then the boy’s eyes looked ever so slightly down.
Lacey realized his eyes were now right at her crotch. Looking down she saw her little night shirt was not as long as she remembered.

“Oh my gosh, never seen a girl in her underwear before?” she yelled angrily storming back to her room. Lacey recalled that the boy was actually Tara’s little brother, who just so happened to be best friends with her little brother.

Lacey got back to her room resigned with the fact that she’d just have to shower at school.
“Holy shit, my pussy!” It finally hit her that she had kicked her panties off, and Tara’s stupid annoying little brother had just gotten a face-full of something no boy had EVER seen. Lacey now on the verge of tears, had to stop herself from shaking before she could get ready for school.

She stripped off her night shirt, grabbed a clean pair of plain white cotton undies, hooked her bra on and covered it with some old jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater. Checking herself in the mirror and seeing her fully dressed figure was very calming. She took a deep breath and ran out the door to school.

Lacey jumped through door just a few seconds before 7:30. Professor Hans Gao, an avid Biker, evidenced by the Splotch of dirt on the bottom of his old Indian/outlaw style jeans, was just taking attendance. “Little Joe?” “Here.” “Lacey?” “Here,” she cried, rushing to her seat.

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Part VI

Lacey fell into her seat and let head rest on the desk. The girls would all be at the locker room by 8, she needed to hurry up and get there before it filled up. The professor was just getting to the Z’s.
“Zeeman.” “Here.” “Zetter.” “Here.” “Zissman.” “Here.” “Zitman.” “Here.”

Unfortunately for Lacey, the class had 17 students with the last name starting with Z, so this took a while. It was rather peculiar.
When the professor finally finished it was a quarter till. He retreated back to his desk, Lacey’s cue to go ask to be excused.

“Excuse me, professor, but may I be excused. I need to go set up a few things for the pep rally.”
Lacey heard a few of the boys in the first row sniggering. When she turned her head one of the boys was pointing right at her butt.

“Nice undies,” one of the other boys said.
Confused, Lacey looked down to see her old jeans had a huge hole right at the pocket. Almost her entire right cheek was revealed. She was certain today could not get any worse. She covered the jeans hole with her hand and asked the professor again, which he soon granted.

“Oh yeah go ahead. Look forward to seeing you perform today.”
“Thanks.” She smiled back then whisked off gathering her stuff and heading right to the locker room.

When she got out the door she sprinted as fast as she could, causing a slight commotion outside. One person who took notice of this was Tara, sitting bored in her own home room class. Tara was intrigued, why was Lacey in such a frenzy?

“Professor, can I go to the bathroom?”
“What? The math room. Hahaha”
“Ugh, can I?”
“Yeah knock yourself out…”

Tara grabbed her bag and went out the door, spotting the fleeing figure running toward the gym. She followed.

Lacey hastily looked around all the lockers, making sure the room was completely empty. Then she darted toward the back corner with the showers, checked again, yelling out “Hello,” and then proceeded when there was no response back. She stripped off her shirt and ripped old jeans. She turned the knob, a rush of warm water shooting out. She checked again: nobody. Lacey pulled the towel out of her bag and hung right outside her stall. Then she got in, pulled the curtain firmly shut and stripped off the rest of her clothes, tossing them in a small pile outside her stall.

Tara entered the locker room, immediately hearing the odd sound of the shower actually being used.

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Hopefully someone's enjoying this so far.

Part VII

Tara crept in quietly. She was sure reserved little Lacey of all people would never risk being naked at school. She tiptoed back toward the corner where the shower ran, peeking from behind the last locker in the last row. Tara recognized the towel. And the silhouette behind the curtain. It was Lacey.

This was too perfect. She was going to steal everything and leave her stranded and naked in the locker room. Had earth shifted? Had planets realigned? If Tara had been reading this, she would know that yes, indeed, something like that had happened.

Behind the curtain Lacey was completely oblivious. The crash of the water on her bare skin left her deaf to anything going on outside her little stall. She even took a second to admire the waxing she had just gotten for the first time. Cory had suggested it to her and she had to admit, the clean look suited her pretty well.

She wished that Tara’s little brother hadn’t gotten the opportunity to admire it, but alas, it was just one stupid boy. He probably didn’t even know what he was seeing.

Tara stepped right up to the pile of clothes when she heard the water shut off. “Shit.” Now rushed, Tara just shot her hand out grabbed whatever she could and darted away as a hand reached out from behind the curtain for the towel.

Lacey peaked out when she thought she heard footsteps, but seeing nothing, she drew her head back in and dried off. Tara ran to her locker to see what she’d grabbed: a simple white pair of panties and nothing else. “This will do,” Tara grinned as she heard the footsteps of the other girls start to enter the locker room.

Lacey heard the same thing. She grabbed for her clothes, turning them over and about trying to find the panties. “Where are they?” she asked herself, getting frustrated. But she didn’t have time. The girls were arriving. She flipped through them again, the panties were not in sight. She thought back to the near disaster with the news reporter. That had been the only time she'd gone commando; She figured she was lucky enough to avoid exposure then, she'd be able to do it again this time.

Deciding that it would be easier to just put her yoga pants on under her towel than to have to take her pants off and bare everything, she stepped out and waddled over to her locker, located right next to Tara’s.

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Part VIII

“What’s with the towel?” Tara asked, turning to Lacey.
“Oh, I got stuck out in the rain, so I just took them off to dry,” she replied, trying to laughing it off. Tara could tell Lacey was perturbed, struggling with the lock on her locker, then fumbling through her cheer clothes when she finally got it open.

“So you’re not naked under there are you?” Tara mused, emphasizing the word naked to get some of the other girl’s attention.
“No. I have my underwear on.”

Tara, feeling feisty, stepped toward Lacey and grabbed the side of her towel.
“Really? Come on let’s see.”
“No, I’m—go get dressed.”
Lacey now had one hand on a leg of her yoga pants and one hand clenched keeping her towel shut.
Tara diverted her efforts and instead grabbed the other leg of the pants, trying to tug them away from Lacey.

“Oh come Lace, you’re no fun,” Tara said, pulling the pants away. But Lacey kept a strong grip and pulled her leg back, ripping them out of Tara’s hands. Lacey took a few steps away then slipped the pants on under her towel.

After that Tara allowed Lacey to get dressed interrupted.

“All right girls, let’s get to the auditorium, let’s go let’s go.”

Lacey lead the girls out. Tara followed closely behind, confirming the fact to herself that Lacey indeed had nothing between the thin fabric of her pants and complete exposure.

Tara pointed out the situation to the other girls that she held Lacey up with. They shared a collective laugh, proud of themselves for setting Lacey up so perfectly.

They walked in through the back door of the auditorium. Lacey peaked out from the side of the stage to see the place filled to capacity with what looked like a camera crew in back center. The principal was speaking.

Lacey could feel her adrenaline kicking in. This was so exciting for her. She was distracted momentarily however, by the smallest waft of air hitting her groin area. Looking down she realized a very very tiny hole had formed along the crotch seam.

“Without further ado, please welcome, the Washington High cheer team!” the principal rang out.