Tasha's

You decide that all in all bullies need to have justice dished out first and determinedly turn towards Tasha's house. Barely a day passes in its vicinity that someone doesn't get pantsed, wedgied, pushed or more. For the first time, though, you actually want to witness one of her bullying acts. That girl is not going to sit for a week.

Caught up in your day dream (that you certainly expect to come true very shorty) you barely notice you've turned the corner and you almost collide head-to-head with a sobbing girl. You manage to catch and steady her before finally getting a good look. "Elaine? What happened to you?" You exclaim in surprise, scanning the petite brunette. Above the waist her clothes are a mess, but below it's even worse. Whatever pants or skirt she was wearing are gone and her underwear is pulled into an obviously very uncomfortable wedgie, going in so deep virtually nothing is left hidden.

"It's Tasha" the small 18 years old sobs. "She said if any of her friends see me without the wedgie before I get home, she'll hang me by my panties on her gate every day until every pair I have rips." She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, obviously hurting and humiliated. "And she also told me I'll only get my skirt back if I show up for it the same way I look now..."

"Calm down, Elaine." You cut in confidently. "We'll deal with this now."