A Terrible Accident

“Come on, come on,” Liz muttered as she worked on the circuit board. Her final project was to assemble her own computer while making certain modifications to it. Like the shell of an Apple II and getting it to run Windows. Really it meant making sure all the parts worked, and making sure that she could make her frankenstein’s computer rise from the ashes.

There was a cool breeze entering the computer lab as Liz had opened the window to the lab. Located on the first floor of Lovelace Hall, it was a great place to get work done and just think. Especially with that gentle California breeze tickling her skin.

Her computer science teacher, Professor Irick was always impressed by the mousey Liz. She had arrived early to every class, attended every optional lecture, and had even founded the university’s first computer programming club. It’s why he had given her a key to the computer lab and metal shop. Trying to balance softball, her other classes, and the computer work meant fitting them all in an efficient manner. And if there was anything that Liz loved, it was order and efficiency.

“OK so if the CPU is there, then I can fit a little bit more RAM in that space?” Liz mumbled to herself as her hands worked their way into the guts of the computer. For the most part it had been as simple as placing components in their slots and spending a few extra dollars from her tutoring job to get the parts. But as she looked at the inside of the Apple shell, she could see she would have to do her least favorite part of working for computers. Welding.

Liz grabbed the soldering iron and the connection ports for her final project and prepared to do a quick patch job for more RAM. She looked around and picked up her welding mask. Normally Liz would be wearing a protective apron, but she needed to get this project done quickly, and having to go to the safety gear closet two rooms down would only slow her project, and hurt her chances to be valedictorian.

“It’s just a quick patch job, I’ll be fine. Besides, I can finish the wiring, maybe take a quick nap, and then head to Pizza Shack to see Franklin. It’s going to be an easy day, and maybe…maybe I can convince him to stay on the west coast with me,” Liz mumbled to herself. It was something Franklin hated, and reminded Liz all the time she would look crazy. But it broke the silence of the room, and at least when she talked to herself, she didn’t have to hear about some business breakfast.

As the co-ed lost herself in her thoughts she didn’t notice that soldering iron hadn’t been properly sealed it’s embers slowly sparking in all directions, with a few moving upward. She was so focused on finishing quickly that she increased the heat on the iron. The sparks flying faster as several large sparks landed on her shirt. Slowly igniting the fabric as the co-ed put down the iron and looked at her handy work.

“Now that’s a great soldering job,” Liz said as she looked at the board snuggly placed inside the Apple II. “Now all I have to do is just…huh that’s odd,” She said as her nose sniffed the air. “What smells like burning?”

Soon Liz felt the heat on her as she looked down at her purple shirt that had become engulfed in flames.

“Shit! Shit!” Liz cried out as she looked around for the fire extinguisher. It was over in the far corner of the room. But it dawned on the girl that what was she going to do? Point and shoot at herself. There was only one thing to do as the girl grabbed her suspenders and pulled them down.

As she lifted her purple shirt up, she could smell the flames and panicked, the shirt getting stuck around her head as she bobbled across the room, frantically moving closer and closer to the open window. The next feeling Liz felt was the cool air on her exposed stomach as she tumbled out of the window and onto the grounds of Rooksmith university.

“Oh god, oh god,” Liz said as her back fell against the grass. Her body writhing as she tried to stand up with just her legs as her shirt was still stuck around her head. Not realizing a crowd was forming as the saw the girl whose shirt was burning.

“Terry, please tell me I’m not going crazy,” Nick asked as he and other students saw the struggling nerd trying to strip out of her clothes.

“Nicolas, my friend, you are not. Only thing I’m mad about is I don’t have my camera.”

“We could have made a killing,” Nick said.

“And get sued out the wazoo,” Charlie explained as she joined them. “You know unless you gave me the usual cut.”

“Come on! Come on!” Liz said as she managed to rip the purple shirt and tossed it to the ground. Her simple white cotton bra barely holding in her c-cup breasts. The adrenaline in her system had her ignoring the crowd that had gathered around her, or the fact several security guards had decided to check on the large crowd forming outside of Lovelace Hall.

“Holy shit,” Terry responded. “Katz?!”

“How did she…hide those?” Nick asked.

“You guys see that old British show? Doctor Who? Bigger on the inside,” Charlie said, her eyes enjoying the show the usual prim and proper Elizabeth Katz would normally never give.

Liz’s clumsy fingers managed to reach the clasp of her bra and basically ripped it off, stamping out the small fire with her purple chucks. Her perky and pale c-cup breasts swinging, as her rosey areolas said hello for the first time to Rooksmith College. She gasped for air as she could suddenly feel the stares of everyone around her.

“Oh no…” Liz muttered as she felt metal slap against her wrists.

“OK Miss,” One of the security guards said. “You’re coming with us.”