Epilogue

“Ugh fuck me” Renee said to herself crashing on to her bed in exhaustion.

“Why’d I do as she said?” she questioned, remembering how she bowed for her drama class. Getting a standing ovation from Mrs. Sutherland herself who complimented her on a “perfect performance” as well as her “dedication to the craft” going so far to give such a convincing act that she couldn’t tell if it was real or not.

Class ended soon afterward with none of the students after Renee being able to come close to her “performance.”

Leaving Renee was met by her friends at her locker, all of them with worried and confused looks. News had spread that fast. Not wanting to think about it Renee told her friends she just wanted to go home and forget today ever happened.

Ironically though the moment she got home there was literally nothing else she could think about. The memories of today, from the moment Tracy stole her tights and panties to having her improvised toga whisked off her body, kept running through her head. And with it a familiar warm fuzzy feeling kept rushing through her as well.

“I need a shower, a cold one” Renee thought to herself.

At first she was pretty eager, till she got to the bathroom and realized she’d have to take off her clothes.

“I spend all day at school wishing to be modest and what’s the first thing I do when I get home, strip naked” Renee laughed at herself.

Shaking the nerves off she started the water and went to undress. For the first time in her life such a normal mundane task became somewhat surreal. Unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing her braless exemplary chest, Renee kept peeking at herself in the mirror. Soon enough she was topless staring at the mirror wondering to herself “how many people saw these today?” Then a certain boy popped into her head stirring the feeling in her crotch up further “Zeke saw them, no he felt them, then he…” her thoughts trailed off as she absent mindedly rubbed the area of her belly she felt his erection poke. The other hand came up to cup one of her breasts, a shot of electricity hit her as her palm brushed the pink nub.

Catching herself Renee pulled her hand away “why are my nipples so hard and sensitive?” she questioned having never been this aroused before. “They were like this in Art class too, oh god it was embarrassing enough knowing they could see them through my shirt, how long had they just been out?”

Trying to shake off the memories again “Renee shower, get naked” she reminded herself.

However the moment she unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor she couldn’t help but be curious again. Looking at herself in nothing but a pair of sheer tights. “God my bush is so obvious and this is in a pair that fits me, what about my” she thought even more curiously as she turned around while looking over her shoulder.

Her divine ass tightly squeezed by the sheer material came into view, her tanlines super obvious to the point that at a distance someone might mistake them for a pair of panties. The view stunned the girl herself who subconsciously admired the juicy pair of cheeks. Absentmindedly bringing her hands back to grope the bubbly cushions. During this an idea crossed her mind that she didn’t think much about before just doing it. Slowly she brought the ball of her feet off the ground, going to stand on the tips of her toes. Then she dropped. Making the plump cheeks give a quick jiggle. Renee’s mind flooded with mixed thoughts. Admiration for her own beauty and sex appeal, embarrassment at knowing a similar sight was seen by multiple people throughout the day, a feeling she could quite pin at the memory of her male childhood friend, Zeke, having gotten a handful today. One thing stayed consistent though, a burning arousal that made Renee bite her lip. A light moan escaped her throat, and just like that she was pulled back to reality.

Her face went red with arousal to shame. “Renee shower! For fuck sake” she yelled at herself. Then quickly hooking her thumbs in the side of her tights and pushing them down. A quick curious glance back at the mirror Renee caught the sight of her already magnificent ass bent over. A pang of arousal going through her once again.

“Shower. Shower. Shower” she repeated as she **** herself to step out of the tights. However one last strange thought crossed her mind. Facing the mirror again she put one arm over her large sweater melons and then put the other hand over her burning crotch, ignoring it’s pleas for attention.

“Oh god that’s so humiliating” Renee thought as she looked how exposed she was even trying her best to cover the important bit. Orange fuzz still peeking out from behind her palm, her soft chest lumps pressed up delightfully trying to spill out of her arm, and even after readjusting multiple times she just couldn’t quite completely cover her nipples. Always having at least a sliver of pink still visible.

“Ok that’s enough Renee, control yourself” She thought, bringing her arms away before she started uncontrollably touching herself.

Finally stepping into the shower she was able to settle the burning itch she’d been so close to scratching. Though having to rub herself down hadn’t helped, even on the coldest setting.

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Walking out of the bathroom draped in a towel, feeling refreshed, Renee plopped back onto her bed. Trying to relax.

[Beep Beep] she heard beside her.

Grabbing her phone from the night stand she checked her notifications. What she found horrified her. And it didn’t stop there. While she was in the shower she had been bombarded with video after video and picture after picture of the highlights of her most embarrassing day ever.

All starting with the view of her naked back side, her plump white cheeks firmly in the grasp of a familiar boy.

Then one of her in an open blouse and a pair of tights stretched very thin, her large buxom chest with rosy aroused nipples, and her wild crotch forest in plain view.

A gif of her walking down the hall in high heels, the bottom half of her butt bouncing and wiggling as it spilled out of her miniskirt.

Dozens of pictures and drawings of her posing for her art class. Someone in there was really good, the detail they got in ten minutes was insane.

A gif of her blouse spilling open, presenting her naked chest as if she wanted to show off.

Then pictures showing her backside after her skirt had been clothespinned up, something she didn’t even know till now.

Another gif of the pantyhose splitting revealing her naked ass she was pressing out.

One of her falling over to expose her pussy through the split.

Then finally a video Renee opened with bated breath. The sight of herself in a toga standing on stage greeted her. Letting her know immediately what this was. And just like that she watched as the white cloth was whisked away, revealing her perfect modelesque body. Her pale white skin bouncing into view.

Here let out an uninhibited moan as she felt liquid gush onto her hand. Somewhere as she watched she had started touching herself. Her hand sneaking its way between her soft thighs where it went to town petting her kitty. Getting more and more vigorous as she watched on. Ending in an abrupt climax as she saw herself get stripped to her birthday suit in front of a small crowd. The entire time the horrifying yet painfully arousing thought that not just she was “enjoying” this footage.

From there the word went silent for the girl as she basked in the afterglow of the experience, soon followed by shame as her mind got clearer and clearer.

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Meanwhile a certain blonde mother and daughter sat at a dinner table eating together.

“So sweetie? What do you think?” the older Cunningham asked.

“I should’ve listened to you sooner mom, she was the best bar none” Tracy said happily.

A smile adorned the older woman’s face as if she was remembering something fondly “yeah her mother was the same, so adorable the way she squirmed in embarrassment. Though Selena seemed to be more… open to our situation, even if she never admitted it.”

“Don’t worry mother, I’ll make Renee my obedient little stripper in no time” Tracy said before taking in a mouth full of pasta.

“I hope you have fun dear, just remember to keep me informed, and be smart. We don’t want a repeat of that basketball incident. I took quite the hit by shielding you there. With that stuck up by the book VP I have it’ll just take one mistake for me to lose my position with you landing in a world of trouble” Kelsey explained to her daughter.

“Got it mom” Tracy nodded.

“Good girl”