Glory Days

The crowd roared as Stacy stepped out onto the football field. Her dreams usually started like this, reliving the glory days that were the last week of high school. The air was warm, and her shiny new car sat in the parking lot— a gift for her 18th birthday. After the pep rally, Stacy and the girls would hop in and go for a little ride.

Stacy took her starting position, her hands on her hips as the announcer cut through the roar of the crowd.

“And now, Elmville High, meet your cheer squad as we send off our seniors!”

Stacy threw a glance over her shoulder to make sure her team was at the ready.

“Ready? OK!”

The routine was so engrained into Stacy’s mind she could do it in her sleep—which had become handy as life had trudged on after graduation. Her friends all moved away, all in college, while she sat behind and waited to reapply. It was a sore spot, but nothing a sweet little dream couldn’t fix.

“Let’s go Elmville, give ‘em hell! Let’s go Elmville, ring that bell!”

As Stacy moved, she could feel everything just as it was. The swish of her skirt against her thighs, the sun on her face, the snap of her blouse—

The what?!

Stacy looked down, horrified to see her cropped cheer top in shreds on the turf. Her soft, DD breasts hung free, her pert pink nipples sticking out obscenely. Despite her popularity, Stacy had never been intimate with her boyfriends. Now, she was standing topless in front of the entire school!

“Nice tits, Stacy!!”

Stacy shrieked, covering her chest with her pompoms as the crowd erupted into laughter. Her face burned bright red.

“With tits like those she doesn’t need college! Strip for us, Stacy!”

Out of the corner of Stacy’s eye she spotted a man in the announcer’s booth, his face obscured by a tattered old fedora. He gripped the microphone close to his face.

“That’s not a bad idea, Elmville!” He said “why don’t we take it all off, Stacy! Show them your school spirit”

Stacy felt a cool breeze hit her back, and audible gasps from her team mates. Too paralyzed to look, Stacy didn’t know what was going on until the crowd piped up again.

“Look at that bush!”

“Told you she’s not a real blonde.”

Stacy’s eyes darted down, horrified to see that her cheer skirt and panties were now completely gone! She stood stark naked in the middle of the football field, all eyes on her and her unshaved bush. Stacy quickly relocated a pompom to her nethers, though unable to fully cover both of her breasts as she did so.

“This is a nightmare…I have to wake up!!” Stacy cried.

The announcer chuckled.

“But can you wake up?”