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Part V - The Transformation
Mallory and Ashley would become closer than ever after the event in the park. To the suprise of Mallory, Ashley kept her lips sealed about it. Ashley could have told all of their co-workers to get a huge laugh, but she didn't. She saw huge potential in her co-worker. They even had lunch the Monday after, and Ashley told Mallory all the embarassing thing she had done. The next few months would start to be a big change in Mallory's life.
Over the summer, Mallory started running, lifting, and going to yoga classes with Ashley. She was eating better than she ever had. She was never considered overweight, but she was starting to grind her body into phenomenal shape. She was no longer feeling overwhelmed by all of the attractive people she was surrounded by on the streets.
Whenever Mallory's underwear stuck out, it was always purely accidental. She never really understood how much her underwear would accidentally show. This is even after the embarassments at the Christmas party, the train, and the park. She continued to lose weight, and her clothes started to not fit her well. The only problem was that she still didn't have enough money to buy new clothes yet. Most of the time, she dressed conservatively enough that her underwear would only barely be exposed. There were a handful of times over the next few months.
The first time her underwear was exposed, Mallory was at the public library. She was wearing solid pink tee-shirt, and some old light blue Hollister jeans. Everytime Mallory leaned foward in her chair, her tee shirt rose exposing a few inches of her skin and her underwear. The underwear said Fruit of the Loom in gray script on the white waistband. There was also about 2-3 inches of the cotton sticking out below the waistband. There were embarrassing pink and purple flowers all over the white cotton. Luckily for Mallory, she was sitting on the third floor and only a handful of people got an eye of the flowery underwear.
The second time her underwear was exposed, she was going on a date. She had matched with a cute guy on Bumble. He was handsome, had a good job, and three years older than her. Even though she had new-found confidence from working out with Ashley, she was still nervous for the date. Mallory had started getting drinks with friends after work regularly, so was starting to get more comoftable to drinking. This was good because her date asked her out to get drinks at a dive bar. Mallory dressed very casual for the first drinks meet. She had on her favorite pair of blue Levi 501 jeans. She also had on a light blue tee-shirt with a solid black long sleeve sweater over the tee-shirt.
Mallory sat with her date on one of the bar stools. She was flirting with him heavily and continued to play with her hair. She was leaning forward with her right elbow on the bar counter, staring at her date on the left. You could see about an inch or two of her blue tee-shirt sticking out under the black sweater. Then there was an inch of her skin showing as well as about two inches of her underwear bunched up over the Levi's. They were plain white Hanes, but the waistband was folded down, so you couldn't read the brand. You could just see the inch or two of white, cotton underwear sticking out. A few people sitting at tables at the bar noticed, as well as Mallory's date. He didn't say anything about it, but was cleary turned on by the accidentally exposed underwear. They made out for a few minutes before calling it a night. She had never made out with anyone in public like that before. She loved the feeling. It was something she would've never expected years ago; going to the bar and making out with some stranger. Mallory had a good time, but decided she wanted to keep looking around for more dates. Her confidence was growing and growing.
The third time her underwear was exposed, Mallory was sitting at a cafeteria in her office's building. It was lunch time and she was wearing her work attire: a pair of loose fitting tan khaki pants and a purple shirt from Guess. The tan khakis had fit well until her recently weight loss. The shirt only went down to the top of her khakis while she was standing up. Even with her wearing a black belt, her underwear waistband would be exposed when she sat down. The underwear came close to matching the color of her pants, and it was almost hard to tell her underwear was sticking out. The words Hanes stamped all along the waistband in black script gave it away. The cafeteria was always very busy during lunch, so a lot of people got a good glimpse of the exposed Hanes.
No one had said anything to Mallory about her underwear malfunction at lunch, so she still had to idea she was exposing her beige Hanes to everyone. Mallory got home and got a glimpse of herself in the mirror and noticed the underwear sticking out the back of her pants. She tucked her beige Hanes waistband back into her khakis. She admired her new figure in the mirror and decided she needed to start shopping for some new clothes. She couldn't go around the big city looking like this anymore. She might even have to start giving up her comfotable Hanes.
Mallory's confidence was rising through the roof. She had more successful dates, and continued to do well at work. Mallory stopped wearing glasses and got contacts. She and Ashley were hanging out all of the time now. They went shopping down Michigan Ave together. Mallory had recently gotten a raise and decided to splurge on some new clothes for the holiday season. She was excited to go home to see her family in Michigan for the holiday party. She was especially excited to flaunt her new body in front of her sister, who had always attracted all of the attention. She couldn't wait to see everyone's reaction to the new, successful, city-girl, Mallory.
Part VI - The Rematch
Mallory O'Brien was now 27, and three years removed from when her sister embarassed her at the Christmas party. The last few parties had passed without anything eventful happening, but Mallory couldn't wait to show off her new and improved self. She was know the successful city girl. She knew she looked great, and she loved it. Mallory was wearing a new pair of dark blue Levi jeans, that fit her new slim figure perfectly. She had on a light blue long-sleeve v-neck from Eddie Bauer that went down just to the pockets of her jeans. Mallory's hair was long than ever, now going about half-way down her back. It was also dyed a very dark shade of brown.
All of the extended family had arrived for the O'Brien Christmas party. Almost everyone was very impressed with Mallory's new figure. She also got compliments about her new clothes and contacts. A few were very suprised she was even wearing eye shadow, she was completely transformed.
The only one not impressed was Mallory's sister, Chelsea. Chelsea was now 25 and still as immature as ever, but her body was still lean and in great shape. She was playing recreationally volleyball on weekdays. The blonde was used to getting all of the attention. She didn't handle not being the main attraction well. "I didn't know this was a fashion show?!" Chelsea sarcastically said out loud. No one heard her because they were giving Mallory all of the attention.
Chelsea was wearing tight black Levi jeans, and a red Detroit Red Wings t-shirt. Her shirt was tight fitting and went down just to the top of black jeans. Chelsea and Mallory continued to trade subtle barbs all evening. Every comment Chelsea made was out of jealously. With Mallory's new confidence, she continued to throw shade back at her sister. The family loved seeing Mallory drinking socially, especially she had always avoided it in the past.
Mallory and Chelsea continued to go at it. Chelsea brought up what happened last time they had a sock war. She didn't have to, everyone remembered it. Mallory was extremely eager to get back at her younger sister, especially after all of the years of being in the shadow. She remembered how embarassed she was to be wedgied by her younger sister, infront of everyone. She decided to challenge the younger, taller sister to a re-match. Chelsea clearly showing lots of jealously, was also eager to embarass her once dorkier, nerdy, older sister.
Then just like that, it was Chelsea in one corner, and Mallory in the other of the living room. All of the extended family was gathered around on couches or stools. Mallory tied her dark brown hair into a pony tail, and Chelsea did the same with her blonde hair. Both took off their jewelry and put it on the tables. Both got on their knees and started to grapple. Mallory's new strength from working out suprised her athletic sister. Mallory overpowered Chelsea and pushed her on her back and quickly grabbed her right shock off. There was a hush over everyone watching. It seemed like their might be a change of the guard of the alpha sister.
Chelsea started to blush and was showing more frustration as she went back to her side of the room. The sisters then met again and grapped from their knees, with Chelsea taking the advantage this time. The blonde was able to muscle the brunette to the ground. They rolled around, with Chelsea ending up on top. Chelsea's red shirt rode half way up her back, showing nothing but 5 inches of her skin. She had on a tight black belt keeping her jeans firmly up. "Nice butt!" she could hear someone yell from the crowd. Chelsea stayed focused and grabbed her sisters right sock off. Once again they were even. Next one to lose their sock loses. A familiar situation to three years ago.
The sisters grappled one last time, in the winner takes all round. Chelsea body slammed her older sister to the carpet. She pinned her down with her arms and went for her last sock. Mallory somehow wiggled her way out. She then quickly slide her way around her younger sister and grabbed her last sock. She emphatically threw the sock across the room...the entire family was shocked. The nerd of the family had beaten the star volleyball player. Mallory let her dark brown hair out of it's pony-tail and it dropped down her back. Completely ecstatic, she raised both of her arms in triumph, and a huge smirk came across her freckled face.
Mallory could hear "We are the champions" going off in her head, imaginary confetti dropping. Mallory knew she still had uninfished business. She remembered when her sister had wedgied her infront of everyone. She remembered the embarassment. She remembered the humiliation of everyone laughing at her. Mallory was going to return the favor. She wanted Chelsea to feel the exact same feeling that she had felt. She looked at blonde sister recovering on the carpet, with her back against the wall. She looked beaten, as she held her hand on a huge ache she had on her side. That wasn't satisfactory enough to Mallory.
Mallory walked over to the slumped over Chelsea, and pushed her on her back. "I'm going to pull your underwear so far over your head!" Mallory whispered into her younger sisters ear. Mallory then got down on her knees and tried to pin Chelsea down with her body. This time Mallory's light blue shirt rode up, just exposing a few inches of her bare skin, and then her dark blue Levi's. Mallory reached with her right hand into her sister's black jeans. She had trouble getting her hand in because Chelsea's jeans were so tight. "Where is your underwear??!!" Mallory shouted. Mallory got her hand lower into Chelsea's jeans and could feel the tip of her waistband. Before Mallory could grab it, Chelsea grabbed Mallory's long brown hair out of desperation. "Awwwww-uhhh!!!" Mallory yelled.
"Don't pull hair!" someone yelled from the crowd. The hair pull seriously stunned Mallory and Chelsea was able to kick out of the pin her sister had her in. Mallory still looked uncomfortable after the cheap shot. Chelsea got a second wind and was able to grapple her older sister to the ground. Mallory looked exhausted, trying to catch her breath. Chelsea now hand the upper hand, pinning her sister down on her back.
Mallory lay on her back with her hands back and her dark brown hair sprawled out. Her light blue shirt rose up exposing the brunette's bare midriff. Chelsea reached out with her right hand into the back of the brunette's dark blue Levi's. She didn't have to dig far and grabbed a firm hold of the brunette's waistband. Mallory's face turned bright red. Her eyebrows - not as bushy as they had been in the past - shot up her forehead. She tried to wiggle out of the hold, but Chelsea had her down firmly. Mallory exhasutedly pleaded with her sister to let go of her underwear. Chelsea then pulled the waistband up as high and quick as she possibly could. Almost simultaneously, Mallory let out a huge moan in pain. "Turn her over! We want to see the wedgie!" was yelled from the audience.
Chelsea still with a firm grip on her sister's underwear with her right hand, rolled her sister on her back so everyone had a view of the wedgie now. Mallory's underwear was bright white and halfway up her back. The waistband was about 1/2 an inch and had the words Victoria's Secret stitched over and over. The whole family now knew Mallory was wearing plain white Victoria's Secret cotton briefs. Everytime the words Victoria's Secret were stitched on the waistband, there was a little heart symble to the right of it. They were briefs that were similar to her Hanes, only they cost 5x as much. Once again, the entire family was laughing at Mallory at her expense.
Mallory in pain from the wedgie, finally was able to wiggle out of her sister's grasp before she could the underwear up any higher. The brunette was happy that the underwear wasn't ripped, but the white cotton was all stretched. She quickly stood up and the underwear was all bunched up over her jeans. The freckled brunette's face was red with embarassment again. She reached with her right hand to tuck back in her underwear to her jeans. Before Mallory could tuck the undies in, Chelsea followed her sister up and was standing right behind her. Chelsea was so close, she could see the stitching in the words Victoria's Secret over and over again. She was a little surprised her nerdy sister was buying underwear there, even if they were granny panties.
Chelsea grabbed the white Victoria's Secret waistband with both of her hands this time. "Give her an atomic!" someone yelled from the crowd. The blonde then pulled the underwear up again as far as she could. "Owwwww--uhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Owwwwwwww!!!! Quit it!!!!!" Mallory yelled. Mallory grimaced in pain, as she felt the force of the cotton being pulled up against her butt. There was so much excess cotton, the Victoria's Secret waistband was up to the top of Mallory's back and hadn't ripped yet. Chelsea continued to hold the underwear up so everyone could see. "Please, please, just don't rip them. They're brand new!" Mallory pleaded. Then, the brunettle turtled to the carpet making it easier for Chelsea to try and get the waistband to the top of her head. Just before the waistband got over Mallory's head, there was a huge rip. There was a huge tear in the middle of Mallory's underwear.
The blonde let go of her older sister's Victoria's Secret waistband. Mallory crippled into the fetal position on the carpet, with her ripped white underwear all the way up her back. Mallory withered around the carpet in pain and embarassment. Chelsea let her blonde hair down out of it's pony tail and cowered over her older sister. It was hard to believe that Mallory had won the sock war, she hardly looked like a winner of anything at this point. She started staring at the heart symbols stitched into the waistband. Chelsea stared down at defeated older sister. "Nice secret, Victoria! I'll always be better than you" Chelsea whispered into Mallory's ear. She started giggling and then bent over and put her index finger in Mallory's Victoria's Secret waistband. She pulled it back with her finger and snapped it against Mallory's back. "Cute hearts. Maybe next time, Mal..." Chelsea sarcastically said at her defeated older sister.
Mallory didn't feel as embarrassed as much as she was stunned. She had completely changed herself and still was in the same position as years ago. She didn't know how it happened. The brunette stuck in her hands in her pants to tuck what was left of her underwear uncomfortably back into her Levi's. She then limped away in defeat as everyone was still laughing.
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Part VII – Ashley’s Flashback
Mallory had returned to Chicago after her winter break. Mallory had been kind of bumming it all week. Her confidence seemed to be rattled after succumbing to the atomic wedgie at the hands of her sister. Mallory’s red-headed friend/co-worker Ashley had noticed that something wasn’t right with her friend all week. She even noticed that Mallory’s work wasn’t as good as normal. It was Friday and Ashley invited Mallory out for happy out after work – girl’s night out. They went to their favorite bar right across the street from their employer. It was too cold to go anywhere else.
Pink Floyd – Time was playing softly in the background at the pub. Mallory was wearing slightly loose black dress pants, with a soft gray striped button down shirt from Express tucked into her pants. She had on a tight black belt and her dark brown hair hung down just past her breasts. She grabbed two beers from the bartender and went back to the high-rise where Ashley was sitting. Ashley’s red hair was a little shorter; it went down just toward the top of her shoulders. Ashley was wearing a navy blue striped shirt-dress. Ashley had a little dimple in her chin – a cleft chin. She represented herself as such a strong, young woman that Mallory strived to be more like.
Ashley: Alright, Mal. What’s wrong? Your work has sucked all week; you’re not your peppy-self you were before you left for break? What happened?
Mallory (shying away from the real answer): No, nothing happened. Just kind of out of it.
Ashley started into Mallory’s brown eyes.
Ashley: I can tell by the fact that you’re not making eye contact with me. I know when you’re lying.
Mallory: You know my sister, Chelsea, who I’ve told you about?
Ashley: Of course – the sports star? The sassy one? The favorite?
Mallory: Something like that. We always have a Christmas party with our whole family at my parent’s house. Chels was jealous of all of the attention I was getting and challenged me to a sock wrestling match.
Ashley: Shut up! That’s hysterical. I absolutely want to go to one of these.
Mallory: It wasn’t. I beat her, but then she gave me an atomic wedgie in front of everyone in the family. She pulled my underwear over my head and ripped it! They were the Victoria’s Secret ones I bought when we went shopping together. She humiliated me.
Ashley: We’ll go shopping again. And your sister sounds like a b*tch. I’m kind of glad I don’t have one. I see why you got so freaked out about what happened at the park.
Mallory: Everyone saw my underwear. They all made comments about it and laughed at me. It was also painful. This was the second time she got me. She did it at the party three years ago too! She even ripped my Hanes waistband and put a piece of it on the fridge!
Ashley: It’s just underwear. Who cares? I’ve told you a lot of my embarrassing stories before. Plus, I have three older brothers…do you know how much hazing I went through?
Mallory: How old are they?
Ashley: 35, 37, and 39.
Mallory: How old are you?
Mallory: No way! Shut up! I always thought you were late 20’s, at worst.
Ashley (brushing her glowing red hair back): Thanks! But unfortunately the date on the driver’s license is correct.
Mallory: So…did they ever embarrass you in front of your whole family?
Ashley: Well, once. I’ve only gotten one wedgie (laughs). I at least haven’t been wedgied twice. It was 10 years ago, so it doesn’t matter. How have your dates been going?
Mallory: Whoa! You can’t just pull the subject change like that! I told you what happened with Chelsea. You have to tell me your story.
Ashley brushed her bright red hear back again. She looked into Mallory’s brown eyes. She was dead serious she wanted to hear this story. She took a sip of her beer and started explaining the story:
It was 2008. Ashley was 24, and her straight red hair went down to both of her shoulders. Her hair was partially brushed over her forehead from left to right. She was wearing a pair of light blue Mudd jeans. She also had on a snug plain-black, tee-shirt.
Ashley’s family’s big tradition was on the night before Thanksgiving; they would go to the bar and then play group games when they got back. In 2008, the game chosen was twister. They took turn playing in groups of 3. Ashley’s group was with her Mom – Jennifer and her brother – Mark.
Jennifer was 52, but looked great for her age. She was 5’6 - freckled with really long, curly red hair and blue eyes. Jennifer was wearing a pair of dark blue Lee jeans, with a brown belt. She also had on a light blue collared shirt.
Mark was 27. He was 6’3, and had a strong build. He played middle linebacker in his high school football days. He had short red hair. He kind of looked like Todd from Breaking Bad. Mark was wearing a pair of worn down, light blue jeans. He also had on a white graphic tee-shirt.
The first round of Twister had begun. Ashley had the worst color called for her position on twister. She had to reach down to the color red, with the rest of her body and her butt sticking up in everyone’s face. As Ashley reached down to red with her right hand, her plain black tee-shirt rose up. The tee-shirt rising up left a huge gap of skin between her shirt and her light blue Mudd Jeans. Ashley’s black tee-shirt was so short; it rose about half way up her back as she leaned forward. You could see the big tag on the top right of Ashley’s jeans said “Mudd Jeans”. Right above Ashley’s jeans, you could see a red scalloped waistband, about ¾ of an inch. Only the waistband was sticking out, and it stuck out in the middle and then went into her jeans toward her hips. It had the words Victoria’s Secret in big letters stitched in red along the waistband. It said Victoria’s Secret, Victoria’s Secret, Victoria’s Secret over and over.
Ashley started to explain to Mallory how popular this type of Victoria’s Secret underwear was then. Mallory remembered seeing everyone popular wearing them. Mallory thought about buying a pair in her early 20’s, but was too afraid her Mom would see the Victoria’s Secret waistband when she put it down the laundry. It was bad enough she lived with her Mom after college, she especially didn’t want her to know that she bought fancier underwear. She had been gifted a pair not too long after that. She only wore them once, before deciding to stay loyal to her comfortable Hanes until recently.
Ashley continued to be thrown all over the Twister board. She was bending down, twisting around; she was going in all directions. Eventually, Ashley was in a position where she was basically squatting right in front of Mark, with her hands crossed in different directions. She couldn’t see well, because her red hair had come down, and was getting in her eyes.
As Ashley squatted in front of Mark, her light blue jeans came out more in the back. There was 2-3 inches of red cotton with white hearts on them. Mark took a rather close look at the red, scalloped waistband. He could read the stitching on it, and there was a part that stuck out. Along the waistband it said Victoria’s Secret, but in the middle of the waistband it said “Victoria’s Victoria’s”. There was a little red stitching going down the waistband, right between both of the words Victoria’s. It looked like a part where the underwear was sewn together
Mark: Victoria’s Victorias?!
Ashley didn’t really get the joke. She could barely see and was in and awkward position with her arms. “Huh??!!” Ashley replied
“Victoria, Victoria! Nice hearts!” Mark said again. Ashley realized her underwear was sticking out, but it was too late. Mark then grabbed Ashley’s Victoria’s Secret waistband and pulled it halfway up her back, right to where her tight black shirt came down. There was no more skin showing - the cotton was all up her back. It was red and had little white hearts. He didn’t really pull it up high enough to cause any pain; it just felt very awkward and stretched the red cotton out. Ashley was embarrassed her Victoria’s Secret had become the main attraction. Ashley’s face got as red as her red hair.
“You’re such a dick!” Ashley replied. Ashley then tried to tuck her red, Victoria’s Secret cotton underwear back into her Mudd jeans. She pushed part of the red cotton down with her right hand, but was having trouble pushing it down because of her awkward twister position. It wasn’t halfway up her back anymore, but still sticking out a few inches. It was hard to completely tuck back in because it had been stretched out.
Mark was the first one to get eliminated. This left the game down to Ashley and her Mom, Jennifer. Ashley moved around more and had her arms crossed, learning in front of her Mom. The black tee-shirt was once again, halfway up her back. Her red, scalloped Victoria’s Secret waistband continued to crawl up her back.
Jennifer: Ashley! Honey! Your pants are falling down.
Jennifer: You better tuck those back in!
Ashley: Or what??!!
Ashley again tucked her red with white hearts Victoria’s Secret cotton briefs into her Mudd jeans. Almost as soon as Ashley bent over again, the Victoria’s Secret waistband stuck out again, exposing itself from her light blue jeans. Ashley’s Mom grabbed the waistband with both of her hands. She pulled it back quickly and Ashley felt a loud snap against her back as her Mom let it go. Ashley’s red Victoria’s Secret waistband was also twisted and in a bunch. Ashley could hear the rest of the family laughing. She heard someone say, “Ash! Don’t get your panties in a bunch!” Ashley’s face got red again. Her blue eyes bustled.
Ashley: That’s it!
Ashley took an automatic loss, by abandoning her spot on the twister board. Ashley stood up and the very tip of her red scalloped waistband was still exposed out the back of her jeans, even standing.
Jennifer still not sure what was happening, kept her position on the board. She wasn’t sure if she had won yet, and didn’t want to risk it. Her curly red hair was getting in her face, and she couldn’t really see which way Ashley went. Jennifer was also two hands forward, with her dark blue Lee jeans sticking out, and her light blue shirt were still tucked in.
Ashley then snuck right behind her Mom. She looked down at her Mom, who helped raise her and make her what she is today. Her red curly hair looked so perfect. Ashley quickly snapped out of it. She wasn’t going to back out now. She quickly un-tucked her Mom’s light blue collared shirt.
Jennifer: What are you doing?! Stop!
Ashley dug in her Mom’s Lee jeans and grabbed a hold of the waistband of her underwear. Ashley yanked them up halfway up her Mom’s back over her light blue shirt. They were plain white cotton, classic French cut. They also had a scalloped waistband – it was really big – maybe a full inch. It had the words JOCKEY printed in gray over and over. She could hear people from the audience muttering the words “granny panties”.
Jennifer: You’re going to be sleeping on the couch toni-owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
Ashley continued to pull the Jockey underwear up over her shoulder causing her Mom to crumble from her Twister position in pain on the carpet. The curly redhead was withering in pain. Ashley was using every ounce of her to try and get the plain white, Jockey underwear even higher. Then there was a huge rip, and Ashley went flying backwards off her feet into the carpet. She had a handful of Mom’s Jockey waistband.
Mallory: Wait a minute. I thought this story was supposed to be embarrassing for you?
Ashley: It was! Everyone was playing with my Victoria’s Secrets!
Mallory: But you epic-ly wedgied your Mom. And you’re still alive to tell it.
Ashley: I am proud of that one. She started it! I wasn’t showing my underwear on purpose!
Mallory: Did you ever get Mark back?
Ashley: Yeah, actually two or three times.
Mallory: What did you do to him?
Ashley: I wedgied him in his Hanes tighty-whities (laughing)!
Ashley had a slight brain fart, as she forgot that her friend was wearing Hanes when she embarrassed herself at the park. Mallory slightly blushed knowing that she had worn plain white Hanes religiously until just a few months ago.
Ashley (quickly trying to bring something else up): Isn’t it such a double standard how guys can wear tighty whites? But girls can’t wear granny panties?
Mallory: There’s nothing wrong with granny panties (Mallory knew half of her underwear drawer was still filled with her old Hanes).
Ashley: I’m definitely going home and putting some on.
Mallory: (giggling) Me too! And any ideas how to get back at Chels?
To be continued.
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