A blonde belle

You stare at the bathroom mirror, and your familiar reflection stares back at you - shoulder-length blonde hair framing your face, glistening blue eyes, smooth pale skin and cute pink lips with just that bit of pout to them. You're Jane Doe, one of the most popular girls in school, having managed to climb up the social ladder without seriously trying. Thanks to your bubblegum popstar looks, you easily made it into the ranks of the cheerleading team, and your winsome personality made you the apple of everyone's eye. ...Well, mostly everyone. Every school had its fair share of cliques, bitches and haters, but you never let them get you down - your time was divided between your BFFs, cheerleading, and your boyfriend Jake. Now, on the other hand, you were feeling your life just slip away...

Trembling, you place a hand to your chest, briefly relieved to know that your feminine assets are still intact - but what about that thing dangling between your legs. You finally muster up enough courage and give the foreign organ a careful poke, yelping as the pleasant electric response shoots up your body. No two ways around it; it's the real deal.

"Oh my god," you think to yourself, trying your best not to go into full-on freak-out mode. "Oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygod - "

Cry or laugh, you're not sure which - this is a nightmare you're not waking up from. Your mind reels; what are people going to think? What are your friends going to think? What is Jake going to think? A hand goes over your mouth before you can begin to hyperventilate. It's not that bad, you try telling yourself; all you have to do is get it through the afternoon and -

The afternoon! Miserably, you remember that...