Compiling the list

I focused on my studies to ensure I could secure a well paying job at a business firm. Once I worked enough to acquire a bit of money, I put in motion my plan.

I was now twenty one, and despite looking more manly, I still had a bit of a skinny physique. I joined a gym and built up an exercise regime and diet plan to maximise my desired goal of gaining muscle. My looks wasn’t anything to scoff at, as I had become more handsome, but my confidence was still lacking, as I saw myself as still appearing more feminine than masculine.

In my private study at my apartment, I compiled the list of the women back in school that bullied me. I pinned their names on a board I had set up, and would gather more information as apart of my plan.

There was Becky, she was an athletic girl, joining the track team to pursue a hobby of running. She had long dark brown hair at the time, and would apply mascara on my lashes, roughly whilst giggling, stabbing me in the eyes with the applicator, causing a painful and stinging sensation.

There was Harper, a girl of mixed race ethnicity, having a black mother and white father. Her hair had natural curls from her mother’s side, and she had pride in it. She would style my hair, putting it in tight braids, or use a curing iron to make my locks into waves, and she even burned my head.

Katherine was a mousy woman, with a slender and feminine figure. I remembered she had short honey gold hair, and her green eyes were always her best feature, drawing in the attention to them. She would force a skirt on me, and even waxed my legs when I used to get forced down to the ground. She would tell me to shut up and take it as I yelled out from the pain of my hairs being ripped from my legs, leaving a burning sensation behind.

Lilly was a natural redhead, with a light dusting of freckles that would adorn her face. She always liked that she had red hair, seeing herself as unique to everyone and having a higher opinion of herself. She took a twisted pleasure in plucking my eyebrows, finding it funny when I would gasp in pain as she used the tweezers to grip and pull the hairs harshly from my brow. She would call me a baby when my eyes brimmed with tears from the pain.

Then there was Vicky, the leader of the group and one of the most popular girls in school. She was an attractive blonde that was spiteful and the main reason for my torment. It was her boyfriend who mistook me for a girl and saying I looked cute. Vicky started the abuse, and gave me the name of ‘Samantha’ and ‘Sissy Sammy’. She encouraged and persuaded her friends to bully me and pin me down as they took turns in their beautification regime on me almost everyday at school. Vicky would apply the diminishing touch of applying vibrant red lipstick, squeezing my cheeks together to make me pucker my lips, her long nails would dig into my flesh as she held my face in place. She would hurl insults at me, saying I looked like a slut after the make over was completed.

My memories of those times would have me looking up and their cackling and giggling faces looking down at me like I was nothing, like I was only their doll to dress up and laugh at for their entertainment.

I was very sensitive back then, and I would find the solitude of the boys restroom to try and escape them and cry in the stalls. But sometimes, even they would not shield me from the torment the girls would enact on me, not caring that the boys restroom was only meant for the boys.

The names on the board made my jaw clench as the memories of them flooded my mind, and I still suffered from nightmares of them.

Who would be first? I was going to leave Vicky last, as my crowning achievement of procuring my revenge. My eyes lingered in Becky’s name, and I thought she would be a good staring point.

I fired up my laptop, and started my first steps of fucking my bullies.