Chapter 1: My Name Is Viki

My name is Viki and I’m fifteen years old.

I was sitting in the back of the school bus with my legs tucked under me, feeling the hot California air stickily creeping under my thin white blouse. It was over thirty degrees outside and even hotter inside the bus. My miniskirt kept riding up my thighs, but I didn’t care. At our school they pretty much looked the other way with stuff like that—as long as a girl was “appropriately” dressed.

This morning I had tried to leave the house without a bra. My breasts were already big enough that they showed nicely under the thin fabric, and I felt free. The principal stopped me before first period, though. “Viki, put a bra on or I’m calling your mom,” he growled. So I had to go back to the locker room and pull one on. Even then, my nipples stayed hard and pressed against the material the whole day.

At least no one knows that under the miniskirt I’m wearing nothing. No panties. Never. It makes me feel freer, bolder ... and a little wetter whenever I think about it.

I do self-defense and CrossFit three times a week. My body is firm and muscular because of it—flat stomach, round ass, strong thighs. Even though I’m only 150 centimeters tall, I already have really big breasts. They get bigger and heavier every month. I hope they end up just like Mom’s—full, firm, and perfect.

The bus stopped with a loud hiss at the dusty stop by our trailer park. I got off, slung my bag over my shoulder, and headed toward our old, slightly rundown van at the end of the row. Sunlight bounced off the metal walls and the air outside smelled of hot asphalt and dry grass.

I opened the door and the warm, familiar scent of home wrapped around me instantly—fried onions, lavender air freshener, and the faint trace of Mom’s body lotion.