El has a resurgence in her powers at rink-o-rama, but doesn’t exactly use them for good...

Angela was extremely proud of herself. Successfully reducing that weird freak, Jane, to tears, was the highlight of her week, or rather her year, she’d never forget this, and the tape she recorded made sure of it.

A cruel smirk twists onto her lips as she watches Jane run from the rink, and hiding in a storage cupboard, and she openly laughs as her weird boyfriend and even weirder brother are too busy arguing with eachother to notice, “even her weirdo family doesn’t care about her, what a freak!” She thinks, and a cruel laugh escapes her mouth, almost in stitches from everything that had happened that night. She catches up with her friends and starts to leave the rink, considering her work that night was done, shooting jane’s creepy boyfriend a wink and a kiss, noticing he was clearly staring at her breasts earlier, giving them a bit of a shake as she passes, betting she saw his pants tent.

(Obviously not, but in her twisted self centred mind, she believed that everyone had their eyes on her.)

She sits down on a bench and starts to undo her skates, still laughing as she listens to her friends still mocking what had just happened and replaying certain parts of the tape, knowing jane was within earshot, still crying in the cupboard.

“Look at this part when she falls! You can like, totally see up her skirt, and she’s only wearing panties! Like, no shorts or anything! That’s so humiliating, she’s so flat too, her boyfriend is like, so unlucky, we knew she had no tits, but damn!” Her friend Stacy laughs crassly, rewinding the tape and pausing it, Angela in stitches too seeing this, knowing that even her own curvy figure was superior to jane’s.

“I bet that weirdo did it on purpose, she knew we’d be here, what a slut!” Angela laughs and takes off her rollerskates revealing her pink socks , even imagining that her feet are too good for anyone else, silently imagining jane’s face underneath them, her perfect feet running over her weird little face, tears running down her cheeks, but she shakes that thought from her brain.

Little does she know, in the storage room, Jane had been listening, getting an idea of how to get back at Angela, not quite understanding what was so bad about it, but knowing that if she somehow showed everyone Angela’s panties and ass, it would get her back, and, she thinks to herself, if people are embarrassed by their underwear being on show, it’d upset her even more if she showed everyone her bra... and maybe...what’s underneath would humiliate her even worse. This elicits a strange feeling in Jane, imagining her creamy soft skin being revealed, her breasts and ass that are much larger than hers on show for the world, and her tearing up, not understanding the feeling but liking it a lot, not knowing Angela was having very similar thoughts about her a few feet away, except Jane doesn’t fight them.

As these feelings get stronger and Jane feels herself growing wetter, she begins to notice that she feels powerful, and she cautiously tries to move something with her mind, subconsciously remembering something she had walked in on max doing with a Polaroid of her in her hand, and when she asked what she was doing, max simply replied “making happy screams” and changed the subject rapidly. So, Jane reasons, if angry screams made her powers work originally, maybe happy screams could make hers work now!

She slips long fingers under her dress and into the waistline of her already sodden panties, beginning to slowly rub herself, feeling her clit and gasping, feelings she’s never felt washing over her body, and she feels a rush of energy go through her, and looking at a female mannequin in the corner of the room wearing tacky rink-o-mania merch and she imagines it’s Angela, first flicking off its shorts, then it’s jacket, and then it’s shirt, gasping happily at the pleasure, and at knowing her powers are returning.

Outside, Angela’s ears prick up as she hears slight moans, gasps and commotion coming from the storage room, immediately knowing what this means. An evil smirk curls at her lips, and she whispers to her boyfriend to go and lead jane’s boyfriend and her brother out, thinking that those freaks don’t deserve to see the show she’s about to put on, and as they walk away she nudges her friend and nods her head towards the closet, Stacy immediately picking up on it and laughing. “Ready for frighten the freak part two, electric boogaloo?” Angela quips and grabs her by the hand, having no clue what’s about to happen. She hops up and walks towards the door, placing a long finger to her lips to silence her friend who is giggling incessantly, and she places her hand on the doorknob, not at all suspicious that it’s unlocked.