By any stretch of the imagination

As she walked into the gym, Loraine noticed some of the girls talking to the guys.

“Really, she actually did that just now?”

“I know, right?! I figured she was nasty, but this?!”

Loraine cringed at the words. She knew that the rumor would spread, but she didn’t expect it so soon after the fact. She was about to object, when Mr. Moreau addressed the class.

“Okay, ya bums. I have a nice regiment prepared for you, but first off; stretches!”

“Just great!” Thought Loraine. “There’s nothing I want more than stretching my naked body next to my peers, Mr. Moreau. Why won’t you just skip a step and ask me to show my flower to everyone?”

“Dupont! Up front! You’re leading the stretches!

“Of fucking course…” Loraine rolled her eyes. “Sir, why are you asking me?”

“Why?” Shouted Moreau. “Because someone broke into the school drunk, injured Mr. Bernard and lit the teacher’s lounge on fire, which destroyed my favorite coffee mug! That’s why! Now move it!”

Loraine sighed deeply, as she made her way to the front with lead in her proverbial shoes.

“Alright, we’re starting off with the hip circles!”

Loraine stood with her feet close to one another, put her hands on her hips and started rotating her hips in circles.

One greasy guy grinned at his friend. “Damn, look how nimble those hips are!”

“Yeah, clearly she has some experience.”

Loraine moaned. She didn’t have “experience.” In fact, the furthest she ever went with a guy was a french kiss.

“Now, we’re moving on to lunges with a twist!” Ordered Moreau.

She stood with her feet parallel, then took an exaggerated step forward with her right foot, planting it fully on the floor in front of her. She slightly bend her left knee, lowering it until it was a couple of inches above the floor. She reached overhead with her left arm and bend torso toward her right.

“God, look at that landing strip.”

“It’s so ‘french’ of her.”

Loraine hated that more than any comment before. Did they really have to talk about her pubes that casually?

“At last, the step up and over!” Yelled Moreau.

Loraine gasped as her head twisted to Moreau. “You can’t be serious? You can’t ask-“

“I can and I will! Now do it or I’ll see you in detention for the next two weeks!”

Briefly stumbling with her words, Loraine relented and assumed the position. She stood with feet shoulder-width apart, planting her hands on her hips. Shifting her weight to her left leg, she lifted her right leg until her thigh was parallel to the ground, then she stepped out to the right side as if stepping over an object. She paused, dreading the next part…

“Today, Dupont!” Yelled Moreau.

She gulped, before taking the final step. She bend her left leg in the same direction, making a deep squat.

This was of course immediately followed by cheers for the girl who just spread her womanhood for all to see. What she wouldn’t give for the ground to tear open in two right now, so she could hide in there.

“Finally, it’s over.” Said Loraine relieved. Her two subsequent periods of P.E had at last finished. It was more physically taxing, most likely due to the lack of sneakers and a bra. As the girls finished their showers (with the accompanying remarks that they now matched Loraine’s style), our heroine now had a new obstacle; deodorant.

She had sweated, and the shower only helped so much. “Come on, Loraine.” She said to herself. “Just swallow your pride for a second. I’m sure someone will lend it to you.

“As if!”

“Like I want your filth infecting my deo.”

“Get your own!”

“Hell no, I don’t want your STD’s!”

No one, absolutely no one would let her lend her some deodorant. “So what, am I supposed to stink all da- eh?” Thought Loraine, until she saw a small deodorant stick with her name on it. She grabbed it and pulled the lit of. Inside, there was a minuscule note.

“Fourth period, skip class and go to the redaction of the school paper. I might be able to help you.”

Loraine looked around. None of these girls were a member of the school paper. She wasn’t sure whether she could trust the note, but at least she didn’t stink anymore.

At last, lunch had arrived.

“With no lunch… great…” Moaned Loraine as she entered the lunch hall. Instead, she decided to think the note over. Was the message genuine, or just another prank? And who even send it?

“Hey Loraine!” She looked up at the familiar voice of Marc Laurent.

“What do you want from me, Marc?” Said Loraine annoyed.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize for my jokes earlier. It was… immature.” Loraine only averted her gaze from him. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve forgotten your bag.”

“And?”

“Me and the guys wanted to threat you to something. They have sausage bread, pizza and sandwiches, if you’re interested.”

“Thanks, but I don’t-“ Loraine wanted to answer, but her stomach interrupted.

“GGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAUUUUULLLLLLWWWWWWW!”

“…Pizza, you said…?”