Meanwhile: Elizabeths 19th Birthday

When Josh had added the extra rule that only 19+ year olds could be, or would want to be, harassed and groped, he had inadvertently made a girls 19th birthday the most impactful ones of their lives. Here is one such story.

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For all intents and purposes, it was a normal Sunday for Elizabeth Brooks. The college girl had taken a relaxing weekend off, aside from finishing her homework, and nothing really unusual had happened. However, this day was significant to her specifically for a very important reason. Her birthday was tomorrow. Her 19th birthday, specifically.

It was of course common knowledge that as soon as a female turned 19, she would gain a desire to be groped, ogled, and objectified. It also meant that men (aside from those creepy prudes) would start being perverted towards her. And yet, it still felt strange to think about. While she had seen her friends, teachers, and mom enjoy the thrills of being groped, she never understood the appeal. But again, that was to be expected for someone only 18.

As she walked home, she passed by one of her blonde upperclassmen. She was laughing in appreciation as one guy pulled her skirt down, exposing her panties, while her teacher was thrusting his groin in her direction. Elizabeth vaguely considered how that could be her tomorrow, and she wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea. If anything, having your clothes ripped off seemed like it would be inconvenient.

In the past she had shared these sorts of thoughts with her older friends, though they always brushed it off. She recalled once when she was talking with her friend Sara who sympathetically reassured her "Don't worry. I was the same when I was your age. I didn't want to be ogled or molested. Hell, I even wondered if prudes were really that bad. But once I turned 19 it all clicked."

She knew all of this, but she had expected some sort of gradual shift as she approached her birthday. And yet there was none. No one stared at her chest, nor did she have any desire for them to. Would all of that really change over the course of a single night?

After taking the bus, she arrived at her parents house, whom she was staying with while looking for apartments. As she entered, her dad looked up from his laptop.

"Hi sweetie. How was your day?" he asked, looking at her eyes and smiling.

"Ok. I had to finish my Intro to Astrophysics homework today, but other than that I chilled out."

"Wow, astrophysics. I still can't wrap my head around it. How did I raise such a smart girl?"

Elizabeth blushed slightly. They then spent the next twenty minutes talking about each others day. Elizabeth mentioned her science friend Mark, whom she was doing a group project with. "He really has a lot of respect for my ideas."

His dad nodded, he always liked Mark and how he treated his pre-19 daughter.

That night she did some more studying, before coming down to watch a movie with her parents.

Around 10, Elizabeth went up to her room. While she knew a lot of girls liked to stay up until midnight for their 19th, Elizabeth wanted to make sure she was rested for a Chemistry test she had in the morning.

The alarm buzzed at 9 AM, waking her up. It took her a moment to remember that today was her birthday. As she got up, she expected to feel different, like her brain would somehow be transformed in her sleep. And yet, she felt exactly the same as before.

"Maybe... maybe it doesn't work for me after all" she said to herself worried.

She got dressed in front of the mirror like normal. A part of her expected that she would magically gain a desire to dress like a slut, but no such desire came, as she continued to not feel any different. Instead, she dressed in a blue t-shirt and black jeans, she went downstairs. Her dad was collecting all of his stuff for work at the breakfast table.

As she sat down, he turned to her and beamed. "Well, look at my favorite cum-dumpster, finally old enough to suck people off. How do you feel to be 19 you little whore?"

Elizabeth was taken aback by this. Her dad never would have said these sorts of things yesterday. The sudden change was jarring. And yet, she didn't feel upset by what he was saying. In fact, she felt appreciated.

"Pretty good. I mean, I would feel happier if I didn't have this Chem test to practice for."

Her dad rolled his eyes. "You ever consider just dropping all that brain stuff and instead getting a job putting that mouth and body of yours to use? The only chemistry you should be worried about is the one that happens in my dick when I look at you."

Again, something her father never would have said before, having always supported her academic endeavors. And yet, one again she blushed in appreciation.

"Come on dad, you're embarising me. Besides, I know you're just joking."

He laughed as well. "Sorry, I just can't believe you're all grown up now. Seriously, if you weren't my daughter I would spread you onto the table and pump a few loads in that asshole of yours."

"Thanks dad." she responded, and meant it too.

"Anyway, help your self to anything you want for breakfast. I'll be back in time for your party. Try not to lose your virginity before then, assuming you haven't already you little slut."

She smiled at him as he went out the door. A few moments later, she prepared some cereal and contemplated on what happened. She absentmindedly opened up social media as she did, and saw that she had received several dozen birthday messages.

While the ones from her female friends were the normal congratulations, the male ones were very different. For instance, one from her friend James said:

Hey bitch,

Got some birthday candy for you to suck on.

And attached was a picture of, presumably, his dick.

Other male messages told her how they would like to position her, or requested she took various pieces of clothing off. One even requested she mail her panties to him.

As she scrolled through these, she couldn't help but smile. Though, she did feel a little uncomfortable around the ones that simply wished her a happy birthday, or used her name instead of a perverted substitute. She then noticed her own reactions, and how they had truly been transformed over night. Laughing, she got ready for school and headed out to the bus stop.

As she arrived, she saw a usual group of classmates who took the same bus as her. They had never actually spoken though. But then, within the first 30 seconds of her arrival, one of the guys smacked her on the ass. "Hey slut. I left my buss pass at home. Mind if I take you for a ride instead?"

Elizabeth smiled with astonishment once more. She had never spoken to this guy in all the time she took the bus, and she knew he couldn't have known her birthday. And yet, he knew she was old enough to be objectified now.

Of course, this wasn't unexpected. Anyone who has ever taken basic biology knew that all humans had a foolproof sense of whether a women was at least 19 or not, but it was still astonishing to see it in practice.

A few of the other guys at the stop offered their own perverted statements, with one even groping her left boob, though none of them seemed to be as into it as the first guy, which gave her some discomfort, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Fortunately, this awkwardness was broken as the bus arrived. As she got on the driver said to her "I'll let you ride for free if you suck me off"

"Thanks, but I'm good" she giggled. A few other guys asked her to sit on their laps, while a few others slapped her behind, before she found a seat in the back. She sat right next to a guy pulling a girls top down, which was fairly typical, though she had never noticed how romantic it was until now. In fact, as she gazed over at another girl on the bus who had a strangers hand down her pants, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

She had arrived at her chemistry class just in time for the test. As she entered, the teacher gave his announcement. "Ok class, I'm going to pass the test around. A reminder for all 19+ bitches, please take a seat in the front row so the TA and I can get a good look while we jerk off to you. We'll also be going around to fondle you, as the normal."

A few students rolled their eyes that the teacher continued to say this, after everyone knew the drill by now. Though for Elizabeth, she was excited to finally experience it. Over the course of the past decade or two, most colleges had set up this sort of system to help girls feel more comfortable during long tests. While there had always been a group of prudes around the country who objected to it, including prudish frat boys, the faculty at these colleges had always been more forward thinking.

Over the course of the next hour, Elizabeth went through the test problems while her teacher touched himself behind a table. She was casually groped once every 10 minutes or so. She actually got stuck on a problem for a while, before a strong squeeze of her right boob gave her some confidence to work past it.

At 11:15 she and the rest of the class were done. She turned in her exam and joined her friends, Sara and Jess.

"Well, that was fun" Elizabeth said.

"What are you talking about? That test sucked. The teachers a sadist" the blonde Sara responded.

Her other friend, a brunette named Jess, laughed"I think Elizabeth just liked it because someone touched her for once."

Sara looked confused for a moment, before remembering. "Oh yea, Elizabeth, this is your first day in the 19 club. How did it feel?"

"Pretty great" Elizabeth responded. "I don't know how I made it through exams without it."

"What did I tell you?" Sara smiled. "You can't know how good it feels till you become 19."

Jess frowned slightly. "Still, I wouldn't be too excited by this class. The others will be way better."

Elizabeth was confused. "What do you mean? I got groped like 8 times."

Jess waved her hand dismissively. "Those weren't real gropes. The TA just goes through the motions to get a school credit. He didn't actually enjoy fondling you."

Elizabeth frowned. She had never considered the enjoyment of a groper, but now it was very important to her. "Really? How do you know?"

Sara answered for Jess. "Trust us, once you've been fondled and molested enough, you begin to tell the difference between a grope from a pervert just bursting too fuck you and a prude just going through the motions."

Jess added "I've even heard rumors that our professor doesn't actually jerk off. He just puts his hand behind the desk and makes fake grunts."

Elizabeth found this thought very creepy. "Come on, surely the school wouldn't hire someone who did that. You know how pro-pervert the faculty are."

Jess shrugged "You just wait until Calculus. Mr Roberts is a real perv. And you know he's really jerking off because he asks you to smell his hand after."

Elizabeth thought back and remembered "Oh yea, he does do that. I barely even noticed."

Just then, three male feminism students ran behind the girls, grabbed onto their pants and skirt, and pulled down with all their might. Jess and Elizabeths panties were exposed to the world, while Sara was lucky enough to have her underwear come down too, showing off her bare ass and snatch. The boys ran off, high-fiveing themselves, while other guys around them took pictures.

"Aw, that was nice of them." Jess said, as she made no move to pull her skirt up.

"Yea, we have a pretty cool school" Sara said, as she allowed the guys to take snapshots of her pussy.

Elizabeth meanwhile realized that these were the first perverted pictures that were being taken of her. She hoped they would share it around, instead of hogging it to themselves.

The girls spent the next ten minutes there, as guys prevented them from pulling up their bottoms, and took turns touching them. It was during this period that Elizabeth understood what her friend Jess meant about a real grope vs a prude pretending. She also had trouble deciding if she found her pants being pulled down more or less flattering than when someone pulled off her shirt without asking.

It was during this that Elizabeth finally understood why society hated prudes so much. She felt so empowered by how much people were enjoying touching her bare skin and underwear. The thought that some heterosexual male could look at her body, and not even be aroused, insulted her to the core. Why wouldn't they want her?

By the time the guys were done with their fun, Elizabeth was energized. Even when Jess complained that none of them had actually tried to fuck them, Elizabeth was too pleased with what happened to complain.

Sara meanwhile had already moved on, the whole affair having been so routine she barely even registered it. "Come on Jess, let's get Elizabeth a birthday lunch."

Jess nodded and said "sure. A few of the guys stuffed money into my bra, so I got plenty."

"Thanks you guys" Elizabeth beamed, glad to have such good friends. She added "I have to meet Mark at 1 for our group project, so that gives us plenty of time."

Jess grinned "I wonder how your little science buddy will react when she sees you're more than just a brain." Elizabeth laughed. She had only been 19 for a few hours, and this had already been one of the best days of her life.