[ENF] Bad Luck Lacey

[hail2thechief]

Part IX

The girls ran out and got into formation. Lacey took her spot in the front center when the music started. Lacey gave a cursory glance at the small tear, making sure that it wasn’t visible, and just as trivial as she remembered.

Tara, standing Lacey, couldn’t believe just how transparent Lacey’s pants had gotten under the glaring stage lights. Her entire ass was clear as day. Tara could only imagine what the students in the first few rows were able to make out.

Lacey’s movements still kept her relatively unseen. She was never stationary, transitioning between tumbling exercises and rapid body movements. Lacey felt like the routine was going well, noticing that that most of faces she could make out in the audience seemed to be at full attention. And the girls on the team were into as well.

Nearing the final hold, Lacey attempted her double back handspring into a round off. She landed and felt the familiar waft from before. She glanced down seeing the tear had grown just a little, but was still rather hard to see.

She moved into position for the final lift. The audience was now clapping together following the rhythm of the music. They were just as excited as she was, this was great. Tara and the girls were in place. Lacey sprinted toward them, catching a quick glimpse of the devious expression on Tara’s face.

Lacey entered her final flip, again hearing a faint tearing, then sprang into the hold. Tara and the girls firmly grabbed her legs and lifted her straight into the air, pulling her legs apart as Lacey shot her arms out in air. Again she heard one more sound of tearing.

There were cheers. There were roars of laughter. There were “ohhhhhs” coming from every corner of the auditorium. Lacey looked down to make sure her nightmare hadn’t come to fruition. No. Whew. She was relieved, her pants had stayed up just fine.

What she took longer to notice was the tear. The front crotch of her thin, old, strained yoga pants had split completely down the middle. They now only served to frame her smooth, freshly shaved womanhood, on open display for the entire auditorium and students watching from middle schools around the county. And her legs, frozen, held apart.

Lacey felt the eyes on her now. She looked down and saw what they saw.

“LACEY!” the principal's voice boomed through the auditorium.

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PART X: The End?

Lacey immediately shot her hands down to cover herself. But the girls holding her just had to shift their stance a tad to throw Lacey off balance, causing her to throw her hands out wildly to straighten herself up.

“PUT ME DOWN!” she yelled down at them. Tara looked up, just now spotting the large gash in the front of Lacey’s pants. Everything was visible. Tara was awestruck, she had never imagined her plan working out this well.

Lacey was unnerved. Was Tara taking joy in this? After what seemed like a lifetime they let her down. Tears poured from her eyes. The rest of the cheer team just standing around.

“Shut the curtain!” the principal yelled. “Everybody stay in your seat.”

Lacey left and ran to the locker room to get her stuff and go home. She couldn’t face any of her peers today or for a while. She looked down and again was greeted by her complete lack of covering.

The entire school had seen her. She couldn’t stop shaking and sobbing. How had this happened? Before today no guy had even seen her in underwear. Thinking ironically she thought, “Well, technically they still hadn’t.”

She stripped off her torn, ruined pants and reached into her locker to get her old jeans out. That’s when she spotted something peeking out of Tara’s locker. She finished buttoning her pants then walked over, examining the small white item caught under the metal locker door.

Lacey’s eyes widened as she wiped a tear away. It was her missing white panties. Tara had taken them. And stupid Tara had ripped her pants earlier. And Tara had planned for her to be stuck in that revealing position at the end of the routine. Tara. What had she ever done to her?

Lacey knew she had to get revenge.

But will the author ever write that? Ehh. Maybe.

[northernboy2000]

Wonderful story! Oh I do hope she gets her revenge...

[yoyoyo445]

More, more, more pleaseee, when you forced her to spread her legs and expose her pussy to the entire school that was soooo hot, how could it get anymore embarrassing than that?

[captcrunch99]

Great story! I like your writing style and the way you set up the events in this story. The see through yoga pants exposing her underwear was a nice touch that i personally enjoyed. Keep up the good work!

[hail2thechief]

My teachers always told me learning to read and write would pay off. Well it looks like they did. Very glad to see many of you liked my typo and missing-word filled writing. I hope I can keep up those virtues in the next part of the story. Thank you to everyone who read part one, especially the 6 of ~2,000 readers who thanked me. Let's see where Lacey goes from here. Maybe she dies!! Spoiler: She doesn't die...


Bad Luck Lacey: The Second Part

PART I: IMMEDIATELY AFTER PART X

“As you can see the rain has only picked up here,” the pretty newswoman exclaimed, struggling to stand upright amongst the torrential downpour and gale winds.

Lacey stepped inside the school’s Enfermary—yes, it was an infirmary, but the spelling mistake was never fixed for some reason—and caught the scene unfolding on a small TV on the nurse’s desk. Lacey also caught the eyes of two young boys sitting against the wall.

At least two boys who didn’t see her she thought.

“I need to go home. I’m sick,” Lacey said, a flat, serious intonation in her voice, her sopping-wet clothes producing a small puddle at her feet

Sensing that now familiar feeling of bare flesh, Lacey shifted her focus downward, noticing that her drenched pants had starting sagging, and now hung quite low on her hips. She shot her right hand down to hold them up, not wanting any more exposure today, or for the rest of her life for that matter.

“You don’t look sick…hmm…all right fine you can go.”
“Thank you so much.”
The nurse jotted down some notes in her record, then handed Lacey a slip to take to the school’s administrative office.

“It is really coming down,” the newswoman continued.

Lacey reached out with both hands and felt gravity’s tug on the heavily soaked jeans. Lacey was able to catch them just before anything too private became public. Her eyes darted at the two boys, whose eyes were pointed directly at the back of her problematic pants.

There’s no way they could’ve seen anything she thought.

Lacey headed out, shooting daggers at the two boys.
“My mom said you should always wear underwear,” one of the boys said.

Lacey said nothing back. She only hurried out faster, but in her haste, she failed to notice the large muddy puddle right outside that both of her legs dipped into, caking on even more unwanted weight.

“Ugh, these jeans are ruined,” Lacey fumed, tightening her already strong grip just to keep them from a rapid vertical drop.

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PART II

Lacey took care of the absence slip and started her walk home. She didn’t need to think hard to wonder what all the students would be talking about around school that day.

One of those students, Tara, could not have been in a better mood. She had more than exposed the biggest prude at the school. That was more than enough payback for the pool party and lacrosse incidents. She began to wonder if Lacey would ever piece together how it all happened, replaying the events in her head, unable to focus on her teacher’s stupid Greek classics lesson.

“And so Enfermides prayed to Zeus, god of the sky, for a storm to wash away the robes of all the women who had wronged him. And Zeus spoke down to Enfermides, ‘yeah sure, why the hell not?’”

Tara didn’t need to listen to this garbage. She would just marry a rich guy anyway. That thought was short-lived, as her mind wandered back to the terrified look on Lacey’s face. Her wailing arms, unable to properly shield herself from the eyes of half a thousand students staring directly at her bare crotch. That part kind of surprised her.

Meanwhile, Lacey’s walk home was not going very well. She was severely hampered by her inability to take a step without having to tug her heavy pants back up and stay decent. Plus the rain and wind seemed to only be getting stronger.

Out of nowhere a stray plastic grocery bag flew up, smacking and ensconcing her face . Lacey was flustered, and forced to soften her grip on her pants to attend to the bag. But the wind and rain played with the bag, practically gluing it to Lacey’s face. For every shift of Lacey’s face, the bag maneuvered to into a more inconvenient position.

She felt her pants dip. She was still safety covered, but she had to let go of her grip and spread her legs wide to keep them from falling. Just as she finally got a solid handling of the bag, a flash of light obscured her vision, and she felt herself lose her footing thanks to a particularly strong gust.

Taking a step back and straightening herself out, she felt the pants make a quick descent. With the bag finally removed and her sight no longer obscured, she found the source of the light: a short caravan of cars traveling in her direction.

“Ahh” she yelped, reaching down for the pants, which had bunched up around her knees. Requiring both hands to pull them up. Lacey couldn’t believe. Once again she’d made a fool of herself, this time being completely her fault.

All she wanted to do was get home, get changed, and start thinking about getting Tara back. But for now she was shaken. She stopped there and closed her eyes as the rain washed away a bevy of tears escaping down her cheeks.

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Part III

Tara’s obsession with the events of the pep rally led her to believe she might have found her calling. Well, not really, but the amount of excitement she got from exposing Lacey could not be ignored. It was thrilling, and invigorated her like nothing else. She would need to get her fix soon…

The only thing distracting Lacey from her multiple embarrassments of the last few hours was the horrendous weather. Gusts of wind fought her every step.

As she turned the corner of her home street she heard a thunderous crunching noise. Running up she saw the neighbor’s massive oak tree uproot and crash into the ground, blocking a good chunk of the street. Branches and leaves were strewn across the street. Lacey was shocked; that tree had stood in the yard across the street her entire life, it was uncanny seeing it torn right out the ground. This weather was serious.

Lacey put her head down and ventured forward, soon arriving at her house. She no longer cared that most of her butt was hanging out over her rain-drenched jeans, she’d be inside momentarily. She walked up the brick pathway and ducked under the roofing of the porch, then after shaking herself off, lifted the door mat to get the spare key. Nothing.

“Huh?” Lacey, checked the mailbox. Not there either. She was sure nobody was home, but tried the front door anyway. Locked. “Ugghh, seriously?”

Her reflection in the windows showed that her nipples and outline of her breasts were clearly visibly now that her shirt had become a second skin. Frustrated and yanking her pants up, Lacey got her cell phone out to call her mom. As the phone rang she looked out at the street. The rain come to an abrupt stop. The wind had dissipated too.

“Are you kidding me?”
“Excuse me?” the voice on the other line said.
“Oh sorry, mom, I had to leave school, I wasn’t um…feeling very well, and I just got home and the keys not here and I really need to get inside.”
“Ohhh yeah. You know, I let the cleaning lady take it last week because she was going to be late today. Shoot, did you need to get in?”
“Yes. I really do.”
“All right, umm…I really can’t leave work, honey, can you go anywhere else?”
“Seriously mom?”
Lacey hung up. She didn’t have the patience today.

Back at school, second period just ended. All the students rushed out and crowded the exterior hallways, huddling under the wooden overhangs. Tara weaved through the mass and into the girl’s restroom to check her makeup. While fixing the foundation around her right eye, she saw someone’s legs peeking under the toilet stall door.

Bunched up around the bottom of the legs was a lime green skirt and a black pair on panties. She knew that skirt. And only one girl was stupid enough to wear a skirt in this weather, her rich friend Cory. Being exposed at the pool party years back wasn’t truly Cory’s fault, but Tara was compelled. She tiptoed up to the stall, checked that the bathroom was otherwise empty, then quickly reached under and locked her hand around the clothes.

“Hey!” the voice from inside yelled.
The skirt and panties flew off the bottom of her legs, knocking one of her shoes off in the process. The damsel inside got a finger around the band of the panties, but after a second of jarring, her grip was lost, was was half of her outfit.
“What are you doing?! No no no please come back here!” the bottomless girl pleaded. "Please!!"

Tara straightened herself up, gave a parting “Good luck,” and then stuffed the clothes into her bag as she left the restroom, wearing a grin that spanned her entire face.

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PART IV

Lacey stepped out onto her front yard lawn. It was completely soaked, but somehow Lacey wasn’t concerned about that. How could she get into her house? She went around to the back, but the door there was also locked. The first-floor windows were all fastened shut. Her house was looking impenetrable.

Then there was her room. Upstairs. The glass window was always slightly open—she liked a cool breeze at night. Who doesn’t?

As a little girl she used to climb the adjacent tree and crawl into her window. She was definitely bigger, but cheer had kept her lean and flexible. Her judgment was definitely clouded, but she was determined to have one personal victory today. Lacey pulled herself next to the tree. The dense foliage above had kept the trunk below relatively dry. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the ascent.

BEEP! BEEP! She got a text. Maybe her mom was on her way home and she wouldn’t have to risk another disaster. But no, it was a picture message, loading, from a friend of hers. Once it finally loaded she realized her friend must have had a front row seat at the pep rally. That picture was more of her than she wanted to see. She was angry, and she was going to use that to get up this tree.

Back at school, one girl was panicking. She was stranded in the girl’s 200-building restroom with a shirt, sweater, and absolutely nothing below the waist. Looking around she saw a full stack of tissue paper. No.

She unzipped her backpack and tore through it. Binders, pencils, pens, and some stray paper clips and candy wrappers. Nope. Texting anyone would be a waste of time, all her friends were in class.

She looked back at the toilet paper. It was all she had. Channeling her old arts and crafts side, she unraveled the paper and layered it around her waist until it was no longer opaque. She tucked the end piece into the belt and examined the make-shift skirt.

She turned around and checked herself out in the mirror. The curve of her ass was very pronounced, and it was fairly clear she had nothing on underneath. If that wasn’t enough, the cool air coming in from outside made it very obvious to her that any movement too grand would leave her au natural. This will have to do she thought.

Elsewhere, Tara sat back in her chair, trying to sedate her wily smile. But looking across the room she saw the one person she least expected to see, sitting wearing a spaghetti-strap top and a lime green skirt that matched the one currently in her hang bag. Cory?

If she was here, then who had she just stripped? Tara had made a huge mistake. She felt terrible, well, for a few seconds. Then a new idea began percolating, a sinister plan that she impressed herself with. It was genius, it was brilliant, it was kinda smart.

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PART V

Lacey was off the ground. There was divot in the tree that allowed her to step up and reach for the lowest level branches. Carefully pressing her pants against she tree, she was able to climb and maintain her dignity. She wisely wrought out her pants behind the house before her ascent, so they weren’t feeling quite as burdensome.

Lacey moved one foot to a small stub then pushed herself up to a sturdy branch. This was too easy, she was halfway there already. At that very moment she saw a large news truck pulled up across the street, apparently that tree falling was a bigger deal than she thought.

Lacey stood up and brushed the leaves away to watch the news reporter step out and chat with the cameraman. Perhaps she’d gotten a bit too distracted, because her pants now sat at about mid-thigh. Startled by this revelation and the restriction it put on her legs, Lacey lost her balance and threw her hands out to regain equilibrium.

Unable to control herself, Lacey fell forward, her stomach landing square on the thick branch. The air was knocked out of her as was her concentration. A chilly breeze ran its way through the narrow avenue between her legs, quickly waking her up.

Her legs shivered, well, at least the parts down to her ankles, where he jeans currently hung on for life. Grinding herself against the branch and spreading her legs in every wayward direction, she was able to right herself and avoid a disaster. Were anyone underneath her they would have been privy to an anatomy lesson like no other.

But Lacey was able to pull herself up, and to her relief, the pants were not lost. Leaning on the tree she pulled her pants back up and noticed a few holes that had tore their way into her shirt.

Someone standing close might be able to make out her white bra, but other than that, nothing major. She re-focused and got back to her climb. But not before she felt a few drops of rain fall flat on her head.