High School Reunion (Her story)

When I was in high school, I was ignored by most and picked on by the rest. I was a tiny, 80 something pound Asian American without a curve to my name. The girls would push me and call me no-ass. The boys would make sounds that mimic Cantonese, despite me being born and raised in the US and have completely fluent English. I couldn’t wait for June of 2012 when I could graduate and leave everything.

Life finally got easier around 2012. Mid junior year I began dating Chin Wang, the only other student in my school of Asian descent. This was largely in part due to the fact that my parents refused to allow me to associate with Non-Asian men.

In November of 2020, Chin finally proposed to me. He was a stable man that could provide for my modest economic needs. While not intimidating in any way, shape or form, he was nice and caring. I decided to say yes. May of 2021, we tied the knot and for the first time ever that evening, we made love. I had long expected high hopes. When the time came, it was far from ideal. He grunted unusual noises, was extremely unsatisfying and sweat profusely. He was unable to finish.

Feeling terrible, I tried new things, including more seductive outfits. when I wore a micro skirt and tight white blouse alongside 3-inch heels, I noticed his entire 4 inches were poking through his pants. He grinned, turned me around, lifted my skirt, tore my panties and entered my butt. While not the ideal location, I was happy that he finally came for the first time ever.

Following that evening, Chin performed a similar act several times a week and "strongly requested" that I wear sexy outfits every day. While uncomfortable at times, especially in public, I complied.

The following month, June 2022, my husband convinced me to join him at out 10-year high school reunion. The morning of the reunion, I woke up with a pit in my stomach. What if everyone makes fun of me? I did spend every day over the past 10 years going to the gym and running, resulting is define curves on both my breasts and butt. That said, these people were cruel and surely might remain immature and rude.

Two hours before the reunion I was putting on my planned outfit, suite pants and nice beige shirt, when Chin abruptly enters my room with a bag from Baby Blue. Inside is a tiny red dress, right on top but loose and short on the bottom. He also had a Dior box with 3-inch heels. He looks me sternly in the eyes, extends both the dress and shoes to me and says "put it on"