Stephanie

Stephanie left Mr. Doe's office and ran to the bus. She just managed to get on before the doors closed. As she stood there on the bus it suddenly hit her just how different she felt than she had riding the bus to school this morning. Apart from the obvious pleasant ache she felt between her legs from the stretching and pounding Mr. Doe had given her pussy, she also realized that she was feeling happier, more confident, and a whole lot sexier and comfortable about her body. She also noticed that others were getting the same impression. A number of the guys who had ignored her beforehand seemed to be looking at her with new eyes, and she could feel some definite catty vibes coming from a few of the girls who would formerly have never considered her worth looking at, let alone a threat.

“Y-You look like the c-cat that ate the c-cream” Stephanie heard her friend, Nastashya, stutter and almost died of surprise at her voice.

“Not quite” Said Stephanie smiling at the double-entendre “But close”

“W-What does that mean?” said Nastashya.

“Never mind” said Stephanie “Let’s just say I?m feeling good about myself for a change.”

“Really? W-Why?” asked Nastashya and then shut up as she realized she might draw someone’s attention to her stutter.

Stephanie looked at her friend. Nastashya suffered, much as Stephanie had, from poor self-image, in her case brought on by years of being teased by girls and totally ignored by guys. Early on she had suffered because of her name, her curly bright red hair, her freckles and her glasses. Kids could be cruel and this treatment had made Nastashya introverted to the point that she couldn’t talked to anyone without stuttering, and even then usually in private to her closest friends. It had taken Stephanie almost a month of being nice and eating with her at lunch to get her to do more than shrug when they first met.

The bus continued on and Nastashya stuck her face in a book as an excuse not to talk, and thereby draw the attention of the other kids on the bus and Stephanie decided not to push her. However when the bus stopped at the mall and most of the kids began to file out as they always did so they could hang out before going home Stephanie got up to join them.

“W-What are you d-d-doing?” asked Nastashya who had never seen Stephanie get off the bus before her stop before (since she never had).

“Getting off here” said Stephanie “I’m feeling good about my life at the moment and if I go home that’ll end, so I’m putting it off as long as possible. Come on …” She grabbed Nastashya’s hand and started pulling her toward the door.

“B-But ... But … I … I can’t” protested Nastashya ineffectually as Stephanie pulled her off the bus.

The pair of girls followed the crowd into the mall before splitting off as groups formed cliques. “W-W-What are we going to do n-now?” asked Nastashya.

“Go shopping for clothes” said Stephanie “Someone today convinced me I should stop wearing ‘dowdy’ clothing and show my body off a little, and since all I don’t have any flattering clothes… Hey don’t look at me like that! I said flattering, not slutty.”

“H-How will you p-pay for this?” asked Nastashya.

“Both Dad and Mum gave me a credit card ‘for emergencies’ and I plan to use them! Equally!” said Stephanie grabbing Nastashya's hand and dragging her toward the clothing stores.