College Daze

Beverly Marsh was finally moving on. The charismatic tomboy with the fire red hair was freshly out of high school, and a summer later ready for college. It was a new chapter in her life. And after the hardly explainable events of the last few years it was a welcome distraction. She could move on, and no one else needed to know....except those who really mattered. Those who were there....she felt a twinge in her chest there for a moment as she remembered the friends she'd left behind. Would she see any of them here? She hoped with all of herself. She hadn't gone to orientation. It had been a last minute decision to leave Derry. She figured....it was over, right? Time to give up the post.

That's what Bev was thinking as her parents drove away, leaving the 19 year old slender tomboy alone in front of her residence hall. They'd spent the last forty-five minutes unpacking and making sure everything was just right. And because classes were still a few days away, it was time to explore. Bev found herself smiling for the first time in a long time. Really smiling.....

She was lost in her reverie when she suddenly felt a strange, familiar tingle down her spine....she tightened her hand around her brown rucksack, then shook her head. Old habits die hard. She took a step forward- then frowned. Nervously she glanced around at the semi-populated campus green. There was some foot traffic, and farther away definitely some larger groups. Which is why she was alarmed when she suddenly felt the cold, gravely concrete under her feet.

"Forgetting anything, my dear Bevvy?" A maniacal cackle resounded and bounced around the courtyard; and inside her pretty little head.

Bev closed her eyes and held herself, hoping no one was looking. She didn't want to make a fool of herself first day on campus.

"I'll say, girly. Then again, as they say, when in Rome...."

Bev **** her eyes open. She looked at the emaciated, colorless figure in front of her. She almost pitied it. But she was still afraid, and at that thought it licked Its lips with an exaggerated swirly tongue, lolling it's head in a grotesque human parody. "You've seen better days, clown." She tried to sound steely, drawing on the fear they had instilled in It, for the first time in It's eons of existence.

"No, I don't believe I have. Times....they change. Like me. I can change, you know....Bevvy!"

It was closer now, and It was growing taller. She looked down and noticed the clown's legs had turned to stilts. "You made me feel small. But I know how to make a....lady....feel small. Just look for yourself. They're looking, you know. Even if they don't know it yet." It was leaning over her now, eyes staring right into her own. But It had lost some of the mischievous, malevolent sparkle. Something dimmer, smoldering but strong, now lived inside the facade.

She closed her eyes again, and suddenly realized- this whole time she had felt quite unencumbered.

Bev tightened her fingers around her rucksack strap- and felt it moved against her bare shoulder!

She opened her eyes, and the clown was gone. As was-

Bev jerked upright, felt the air move in places it should not, felt the ground under her feet, and lifted one foot off the ground. Looking down-

She saw a creamy thigh- and her own Robin's egg blue toenails flexing in the cool air. She returned her bare foot to the ground, confirmed that the other was equally bare, and traced, trembling, the skin up her slender dancer-esque legs, and squealed as she caught sight of her exposed tuft of red hair between her legs! She let out a small "eep!" as she threw an arm around her chest, feeling her nipples poke into the back of her arm! She looked down and caught her twin braids resting over her bare breasts and cleavage, barely contained by her own arm!

It was now that she started really breathing heavy. It was all there. Her bare stomach, capped by a cute little belly button, the swell of her hips.....she could feel the breeze gliding over her bare buttocks, and the strap on her shoulder. She threw it down into her other arm, holding the bag over her pussy.

"STOP IT! NO! No no....."

The voice was quick to return, having vanished as if to punctuate the scene, but returning for a second go just as hungrily.

"And why should I? I thought carnage....I thought blood was delicious....but I was mistaken. There's a new item on the menu. And it starts with you, poor Bare Bevvy-pants. Or should I say, lack thereof!"
Another mad guffaw filled the air.

"It's not your birthday Bev. What's with the birthday suit?!?!"

A cacophony of gasping, howling cackles.

"STOP! GO AWAY.....Please! GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!"

No answer. And then-

"Wooot! First day streaker!"

Bev jumped almost out of her skin, which right now, was all she had to her name. She hunched over, which only stuck out her cute bare bottom. Her feet shuffled, exposed to the concrete.

She wrapped her arms around herself, and regrettably, began to run, grey-green eyes darting around her surroundings like crazy. A new kind of nightmare had just begun.