Chapter 11

Sophie was struggling to process life. Maybe it was because it was that time of the month, but the loss of her childhood toy, the imminent departure of her big sister, her growing body and the relentless attention she was getting made her feel trapped. She could not stay in her room all the time. One boy at school, called Naz, with long eyelashes and curly hair, was more academic and nerdy than Neil and the sports jocks. He took an interest in Sophie, who was guarded but a little optimistic about him. She chatted with Luke about him, and how she thought he might be interesting to hang out with, but that she did not want to do anything with him. She thought she should concentrate on her studies, but could not improve her grades at school. She wished she was cleverer. She found it hard to tell when people were teasing her and hated the fact she could not follow half the lessons. How could she make herself smarter? Maybe she was just useless and should look for a rich man when she grew up.

Sophie was invited to a party the following week where Naz would be. She turned up in school uniform as it was straight after school hours. Emma was not there, she was so thankful and managed to relax a little and even chat with some girls who had bullied her over the last few months. Naz was pleasant to her if a little stand off ish. He was three years older than her, and seemed more interested in a girl his own age at the party. Sophie felt crushed and embarrassed. She looked at the girl, who was in her own clothes, taller, with long brown hair, and figure hugging dress which showed off her large breasts and prominent ass with a narrow waist in between. She had make up on which framed her face beautifully, so Sophie thought.

Sophie had a few sips of the vodka that was going round. She started to feel a bit looser, and tried to make conversation with Naz. The older girl looked at her, “babe, shouldn’t you be at home? nice uniform though” and laughed. She saw Naz laugh as well while trying to be apologetic.

Sophie felt humiliated. She tried to join the conversation with her classmates, but started to feel paranoid they were judging her, and would use whatever she was saying, to laugh at her tomorrow. She decided to leave the party and head home. When she got home, she felt annoyed that she could not hang out with other people, whom she did not have to speak to at school the next day. She had her online friends, but she still felt so full of physical energy. Her mum was watching TV, and did not notice Sophie steal a bottle of wine, empty some of the contents into a plastic bottle, and sneak it into her room.

She began listening to some reggaeton she had heard at the party, it seemed much more adult and sensual than the Kpop she was used to. As she sipped her wine, she opened up her chats, and saw Luke online.

Pembroke was finalising his burner phone in his dungeon, surrounded by soldering equipment, and carpentry equipment behind him. Another mini project, he was putting up cameras in the corners of the room and the components were strewn around behind him, as he liked to switch between the two highly technical projects. He glanced up at his screen and saw Sophie come online with a notification. He sighed, while everything he was working on was for her, he didn’t really want to chat about teenage rubbish right now which would distract him and cause him to make a mistake.

He quickly made his excuses about having a busy day with classes and doing his sports classes this evening. Sophie had made a quick comment about how our party had been really terrible, how Naz seemed to like slutty girls anyway, and how she had drank some alcohol. Pembroke’s interest grew, but he insisted he had to leave. He did, however, make the mental note to come back online in half an hour with some different accounts to try and see how Sophie was getting on in her current state.

The music, the alcohol, and the memory of Naz’s “friend” with her sensual figure made Sophie look at some porn for the first time in months. She looked at the girls and envied their curvy bodies, and their pleasure. She took off her clothes and looked at her self in the mirror. Her breasts were developing, soon she would grow out of her A cups. She felt her hips and could see they were widening. Her pubic hair was thicker, and she suddenly thought she should shave it off, all the girls she watched on screen had no such hair. She was so sure Naz’s friend would have shaved herself down there.

She went to the shower and removed her hair. She got down on all fours in the cramped shower room and reached back to shave around her anus as well, blushing as she remembered watching the garish close ups she had seen on screen. She towelled herself off, and made her excuses to her mum as to why she was not hungry and would go straight to bed.

She looked at herself in the mirror and marvelled at her smooth pussy, how clean it looked. Her fingers ran over the clear unencumbered flesh and her face flushed. She went for some clothes, and looked at her underwear with new eyes. It was so “little girl”, very pretty but nothing like the women wore in the porn videos. She snuck out to her sister’s old room, and found some old underwear there. She ran her fingers through the threadbare thongs and lacy panties, and brought them back to her room. The bras were all hopelessly too big for her, she had realised, so she left them there.

She put on a red thong and marvelled at how it fitted around her smooth mons, leaving her clear smooth flesh visible at the sides within her thigh gap. She turned around and bent over, and saw how it perfectly carved up her round white buttocks. They felt amazing, tighter but rubbing against her pussy and the constant pressure made her hornier.

She threw on a T shirt and checked her messages. Full of horny boys. She rolled her eyes but smiled. She noticed three accounts, one would send a message, then the next, then the next, then back to the first. She liked how it made it easy for her to respond. She didn’t think that it was likely one person was operating all three accounts which would account for delays in each message. One mentioned reggaeton music and how he was an excellent latin dancer. Sophie suddenly had a thought of becoming a latin dancer herself, maybe she should drop the childish Korean stuff. This guy, Raoul, seemed very handsome. Of course it wasn’t long before he requested a photo.

Sophie thought, why not? She put on pair of pyjama bottoms, and sent across a selfie. Pembroke, aka Raoul, had just managed to open up her webcam, and saw with interest she was wearing a thong when she changed. He appreciated the selfie. Sophie was smiling, looking into the mirror, but still very modest with baggy white t shirt and pink loose pyjama bottoms.

More compliments, more wine supping, more cheeky views of porn videos, and Sophie was prepared for more. She turned her cam on, and giggled while she flashed Raoul her thong under her T shirt.

She turned her cam off, (or so she thought) and took saucier selfies. Pulling her t shirt up to reveal her bare midriff and thong clad crotch and her long white limbs. Then from behind to show her ass. She took the t shirt off, and naked in just her thong, took more selfies, with her finger in her mouth, bent over, coping the poses she had seen online. Then she looked at the photos on her phone.

She was thrilled. Partly in admiration of her own body. But also because of the sense of danger. She became paranoid, if these photos were seen by anyone else, she would just die!

She deleted them in a sudden panic and breathed easier. She returned to the chat and hummed to the music while chatting again. She noted Raoul’s suggestion she send him selfies and videos with her face blocked out. “I know nothing about how to do that, I’m just a girl” she replied mockingly. Roaul sent her a link to a website, how to get photos and videos of yourself with the face blocked out.