Julia Fletcher

Julia had lost a bet. It had been a stupid bet. Her and her friends were always making those. This one had been one of the stupidest. Her and her roommate Annie had bet on what type of pizza would be at the dining hall when they got there. Julia had said sausage. Annie pepperoni. The price for her picking wrong? Having to sign up for this stupid competition.

But Julia (or Fletch as her friends called her) hadn’t minded. She wouldn’t be chosen. And even if she was, it didn't matter to her. A bet's a bet. It was one of the core tenants in her life. Don’t agree to something if you couldn’t follow through. So while Annie laughed, Fletch rued her guess of pizza toppings. But as they joked about what was in store and speculated about the challenges it didn’t matter to her what they were. Because she was all in.

Physical Description: Julia always referred to herself as a woman of a thousand nicknames. Jules, Fletch, even Red in reference to her natural red hair. She’d heard them all, and she didn’t mind. It was all a part of her easy going personality. She was 5’8” and had a tomboyish sense of style. She preferred wearing a flannel and jeans to ever putting on a dress and as such hid her figure. But she is in great shape with C Cup tits and a heart shaped ass, she’d have been one of the more popular girls in school if she wanted to be, but that wasn’t her style.