Jane Perkins, an ordinary girl from an ordinary world.

Jane always knew that she was nothing special. A bastard conceived when her mom got drunk and forgot protection. A mousy little girl who snuck under her teachers' radar in school. Someone who, with the exception of creeps and wierdos, no one had ever taken seriously as someone to date. Too plain, too poor, too...small where it mattered. Even at nineteen, Jane felt like a boy with her skinny body and B-cups. No matter how much she exercised and dieted, her ass and tits remained too small for her tastes. So rather than try and slut herself up and parade around in skimpy clothes to get the boys she knew had no interest in her, Jane hid herself away under baggy clothes with her face concealed by books.

This was not to say that she had completely asocial. The young girl had a lot of friends in her church choir and her karate dojo. She had started working at a big department store when she was sixteen and she had had to admit that it had been an easy transition from part-time to full-time. Her co-workers were nice people and one of them, Ricky, well, he had a cute smile and he went to her church, and he played the guitar. Ricky was not a creep or a weirdo. Ricky was a grown man who wanted to take her out to a restaurant and buy her dinner. Who knows, maybe Ricky would even be Jane's first real kiss, since kissing family and her BFF Amber Ludwig does not count.
Jane did not have high hopes for life. She always thought she was a small town girl and that this was as good as it was going to get.

That was before...