No Big Deal

Lacy had not thought her change removing taboos against public sex would make a very visible difference. Surely people were too busy to be doing it that much, right? She had, as it turns out, underestimated the horniness of college students. Classic mistake.

While waiting in line for her coffee that morning, she watched a girl fall to her knees, pull out her boyfriend’s dick, and start blowing him. Nobody else in the Starbucks batted an eye.

On her way to class, she saw a girl licking another girl’s pussy on a bench, causing the lick-ee to scream in ecstasy, her jeans pulled down to her knees. When Lacy stopped to look at them, the lick-er looked up at her and asked, “Do you mind?” She hurried on her way.

Right outside of her first period class, Gretchen Montoya had been pushed up against a wall, a pair of lace panties around her ankles, as her football-player boyfriend plowed her. “Fuck me Brad, fuck me harder!” the girl yelled. “Right there! Oh, right there! Right the fuck there!”

Lacy stole a brief glance as she walked by, and was surprised at how hot she found all of this. All of these people seemed to be having a better time having sex than she ever did, and they were doing it seemingly without all the persistent hang-ups she spent half her life thinking about. She didn’t even like Gretchen, but she envied the girl so badly in that moment.

She envied her even more when Gretchen walked into class just before it started and took a seat near Lacy, Brad’s cum still dripping down her leg for all to see.

Her eyes widened when the girl turned to talk to her. “God, cumstains are such a drag, am I right?” Lacy just nodded.

Usually, Lacy waited in the campus library between classes, taking the chance to get some studying in. This time, she rushed there, sat down at a desk, and furtively searched on her laptop to see how much had changed.

One of the first things that popped up was an Instagram post from her sister Lily, who was still in high school and has just turned 18. Though they had always gotten along, the two girls couldn’t have been more different. Lacy was a physics nerd, and Lily was now the head of the school cheerleading squad.

The picture was a selfie of Lily in her cheerleader uniform, grinning at the camera. Her pleated skirt had been flipped up and the camera carefully angled to show a boy’s cock in her pussy. Behind her, the boy held up two peace signs for the camera. “Just a quickie before practice. #blessed” read the caption. The photo had 147 likes. Lacy clicked on the list and saw that one of them was their father.

She looked up at the sound of slapping noises and two guys grunting coming from a nearby aisle of the library. This had to be a good thing. More love meant less fighting, right? Boy, did that thought sound hopelessly naive.

On her way to her next class, Lacy passed by Alyssa Wong bracing herself against a tree in the middle of the Quad while her boyfriend drilled her up the ass. Alyssa had a Bluetooth earbud in her ear and was speaking loudly.

“Yeah, Grandma, it’s fine, Jose is just fucking my ass on the Quad before class… yes, we’re using a condom, jeez! It’s not a big deal, I told you. I know you and Grandpa didn’t do anal until you were married, but things are different now…”

Lacy shook her head and kept walking, but was brought up short by two tall girls, dressed to kill, blocking her path. She recognized them after a moment. Caitlyn and… Jess, was that right?

“What are you doing?” Caitlyn asked.

“I’m just going to class, if you’ll excuse me…” Lacy tried to walk around them, but Jess moved to block her path.

“I saw you, you little perv,” she said. “You were stopping to watch Alyssa get fucked by her boyfriend.”

Lacy scoffed. “They’re out in the middle of the Quad, she can’t expect no one to notice.”

Caitlyn looked her up and down and smirked. “You probably can’t get anyone to fuck you, what with that ridiculous sweater and those terrible sweatpants… Must be so frustrating.”

Lacy looked down at her outfit. As usual, she had thrown on whatever she had laying around. She tried so hard not to care about how she looked, to look down on people who valued appearances over substance. It was no fair, no matter how hard she studied, people still judged her by how she dressed. It was so stupid.

“I do fine, OK?” Lacy lamely shot back, and this time when she walked forward, the two other girls parted, laughing.

*****

“God, I hate it. It’s like, if you’re a woman, all people care about is how you look.” Lacy kept complaining as she bounced up and down on Eric’s dick as he sat in an easy chair in the common room of his dorm. “How do they even afford all that stuff? I’ll tell you, it’s their Trust Funds. It’s never a level playing field, is it?”

“Lacy…” Eric gasped, as she kept up her rhythm, “…maybe we could concentrate on…”

“Right, yeah, sorry.”

She had been **** at first. After all, she remembered public sex being a big no-no, unlike, apparently, everyone else on Earth. And when push came to shove, she was still worried about how she looked. She had kept her sweater on, and Eric didn’t seem to mind. But college was about experimenting, and honestly, it turned out this worked for her.

Another girl walked into the Common Room, skinny with square-rimmed glasses. Lacy recognized her from one of her classes.

The girl, Sheila, looked over at the two of them. “Oh, hey Lacy. What are you doing here?”

“My, uh, boyfriend lives here,” Lacy said, biting her lip at the building sensation of Eric’s cock pistoning in and out of her snatch. He waved awkwardly.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” Sheila interrupted, as she casually poked at a nearby vending machine, "but do you remember what they gave us for the reading? I completely spaced.”

“Uh…” Lacy’s mouth opened first without words. She was getting close. “Chapter Six. Number Theory.”

“Thanks! “ Sheila told her. She grabbed a drink out of the slot on the machine, then walked toward the door. “You guys have fun!”

Just after the girl left, Lacy shuddered and came on Eric’s cock. That hardly ever happened without her rubbing herself. Was she… was she into this?

Afterward, Lacy plopped into the chair next to Eric, pulled up her panties and sweats, and pulled out her phone. She shot a guilty glance over at Eric. She had told him not to make any changes with the App, and the first thing she did was make a change. Then she had been so consumed by the changes she had made (and how sexy they were) that she had completely forgotten the more important task of trying figure out what the App itself was and where it came from.

And now, as she thought back to those girls on the Quad earlier that day, she was thinking of making another change. Her first big alteration seemed to have been a hit, maybe she could risk another to make the world better? But what? She wanted to level the playing field between her and those rich bitches. But she wouldn’t know what to do with fancy clothes if she had them, and she had no particular interest in fashion. And maybe it was wrong, but a big part of her also liked the idea of taking away something from those girls. It wasn’t as if they would miss it or anything.

Back in her apartment later that night, after a great deal of thinking, she finally opened the App and typed, “Girls do not normally wear clothes unless it is for warmth. In the warmer months, most girls wear panties and nothing else. This is considered normal, as most girls have little interest in fashion.”

Immediately after hitting Return, Lacy noticed that the oversized t-shirt she usually wore to bed had suddenly disappeared, and she was now only wearing her panties. With that, she plugged her phone into its charger and tried her best to go to sleep. It was hard, though, as she kept thinking about what the next day would bring. Finally, she had the power to get back at all the stupid bitches who had always tormented her. This was going to be awesome.