As Girly As It Gets - The Drama Queen - Part 6

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After another three weeks of sheer torture, since I hadn’t missed a class, been out sick, or not turned in my homework, Ms. Addison was meeting me at the door every morning to make sure I stayed within the dress code. She was wasting her time, but I was more than happy to see to it that she knew I was there every day. It made her blood boil when my skirt was right on the money for length, or my top didn’t have some buttons that I had left open on purpose. I pushed and pushed and just kept pushing for all I was worth.

Rachel, Shelly, and Sis, along with me, now pretty much wore what we wanted to school. You might say I enlisted some help. If one of me was making Ms. Addison climb the wall, then why not multiply that times three? As it was common knowledge that Heather was my sis, the hands-off that Mark had enforced went double now. Rachel and Shelly were the best of friends with me now, and the male teachers knew I would make them suffer if they were not nice to them.

It’s almost a side note now, but I will tell you just the same. As a member of the study group, I was able to exempt P.E. class. I still dressed out with the girls each day and wore a heavy sports bra as I ran around the track with most of the team in the trail. It was kind of cute, as it almost looked like a group of underage boys were trying to catch this older-looking girl. They never caught me, and it kept my weight in check too. Hey, a girl’s gotta watch her figure, or the boys won’t wink, wink.

It was the last Friday before our midterm break, and it lasted two weeks. My new hair color that had caused such a stir had just started to not be such a big deal. I was about to up the score, though, and I had some second thoughts about it, too. After school, it was time for my meeting with Lori, and she was wowed by how much older I acted and looked. I complimented her, saying she had taught me well and time had done the rest. Then I popped the question.

“Do you know if my implants will hold any more saline?” I asked.

“Yes, but as I recall, your mom said you couldn’t be bigger than her, right?” She said, looking as if she was searching her memory.

“Do you know what size she is?” I replied.

“ A D cup if I recall,” she said, making a funny face.

“How about a double D,” I replied as I handed her one of Mom’s bras.

That’s a 38 double D, by the way, so I could swim in her bra. I got the real impression she didn’t want to do it, but I went home with full D cups, and I had taken a bra for myself with me just in case. I know, confession time, right? Okay, I sometimes played with my own boobs, and, yes, I had checked out the prosthetic between my legs, and I rather enjoyed having them both. No, that’s all you get for now, and if you ask, later I will deny everything.

The bra I had bought me seemed rather sturdy in the store, but now as I walked home, it was like my boobs had a mind of their own. Well, that or Lori had mounted some springs under them while I wasn’t looking. In reality, they needed some natural sag, and that was precisely why I had not been given a bra back when. I wasn’t even going to try to hide them from Mom, and going braless around Dad wasn’t so relaxed with her either. I had two weeks to figure these things out before it was back to school.

Was this just another stick in the eye for the school and Ms. Addison? If you have to ask that question, you are sillier than my sister. Although that was the first question, Mom asked, but it was after Dad had peeled her off the ceiling for the second time that day. The first time was when Sis arrived at the pool wearing my old bikini. You know I gave it to her. It wasn’t like it would hold my boobs now. Older sisters do still do hand me downs, right? When I said that to Mom, just as innocent as I could sound, she literally fainted right on the spot.

She had done this before, and she would be fine when her nerves settled. Dad and I carried her to the bedroom and left her on the bed. You didn’t read this, and I didn’t say this out loud, but Dad was laughing his butt off at Mom. Really? How big of a shock to her system could it be? I had worn it for most of six months now. She would be back at the pool fanning herself in fifteen minutes or so.

If you are thinking right about now, there is another one of the father-daughter chats in the works, put a gold star by your name. The teacher is very happy with you.

That chat came on Monday, and just because I could and wanted to see the…how do you say it…the shock value for other guys? I dressed sexy, and I really did it as much for Dad as myself. If you were my father, wouldn’t you be proud if you had a drop-dead gorgeous pin-up girl for a daughter? I gave him every reason to be proud that day, too.

“I thought your mom was really going to lose it when she saw your busts,” Dad said, shaking his head and smiling.

“I know you want to know why and it is the school,” I said, as Dad suddenly noticed all the men looking his way.

I’ll give you a hint…I had on a halter top, and pair of old-style bell-bottom jeans that Lori had found for me, low rise of course, and you know my makeup was perfection, or I never left the house. The chill of the fall air had turned on my headlights, you might say. To the casual eye, my dad was sitting with the only hot chick for miles around.

Okay, I had to explain it to Dad just a little, too. The cool air had made my nipples so hard you could see them through my top. Now, Dad was smiling and decided to pile it on if I would allow. He stood, and we walked out on the dance floor and danced more like lovers than father and daughter. He and I loved every minute of it, as we gave each other the blow-by-blow view of the room. Before we stopped, not a single patron was looking anywhere save at the dance floor and Dad and me. It was just too cool for school.

Daddy and I were almost high from laughing so hard at the events of the last few days. The scene at the bar was like icing on the cake, but we couldn’t talk about much around Mom. Let’s just say. Mom didn’t share our sense of humor about such things.

Unfortunately, that was the last time Dad, and I would get to really be a father and daughter for a while. Don’t get all sad on me now. This is a happy story; we or I just hit a bump in the road. It all works out in the end, I promise.

When school started back, Halloween and the carnival at school were just around the corner. No flies on you if you know I was going as Elvira, Mistress of the dark. I know midterm, Halloween, my calendar must be screwy. No, we just did a different school year because of the heavy snows we often got, and makeup days were pushing us almost into school year-round. That’s no fun.

It should go without saying at this point that Mom almost fainted again when she saw my costume and my boobs on display. Thankfully, there was a chair close by, and she had the good sense to sit down.

Here is where things kind of took a turn for me. As soon as I hit the door at school, Ms. Addison, herself, sent me home. The clothes were fine, and the makeup was not an issue. My boobs, well, that was more than just an issue. Did I mention I have the coolest Dad? He was home that day when I got there, and we went back to school together. There was no rule she could use to send me home because of the size of my busts, implants, or not.

As you might have guessed, there wasn’t a lot of teaching actually going on in any of my classes that day. One teacher actually asked me if they hurt, to wit, I laughed so hard they actually did for a few minutes. I had done it now. I had brought the whole of any teaching in my school to a squealing tire halt. A note to myself you might want to check the men you tease for a wedding band. Wives can be a bitch to deal with.

Mr. Ed was married to a very pretty, if not hot-headed, wife. Mr. Thomas, well, here’s a shocker. He was married to Ms. Addison. My P.E. teacher, Mr. Wilson, he was married to my drama teacher, and I had teased him least of all after he got the message. So I’m going along, no clue about the husband and wife connection, thinking that Ms. Addison will eventually cry foul and confess, right?

Mmmm, maybe not, or not the way I had pushed for it to happen. The entire week at school leading up to the carnival was a bust as far as real teaching was concerned. Pun intended, by the way. I’m sitting on pins and needles thinking that at any moment, Ms. Addison is going to lose it, and that will be the end of the story, right? No.

So Friday evening comes, and the senior class had the football field all turned into a spook trail, and there is a funhouse and a mirrored maze, the usual stuff. By now, I had added two more girls to the best friend’s list as they were friends of Heather’s who wanted to be friends with me, too; for Sis, I was cool with that. So as Sis and I are making our way through the stuff and meeting up with our friends, I hear this big bang. It came from around the spook trail down in the end zone where the lights over the field are still out.

There was cotton candy, popcorn, all types of salted and unsalted nuts to eat. Lots of soda and the younger of the girls were having a blast and, of course, being seen with Elvira, well, that was good for one or two status points at least. We’re laughing and having a good time with no clue this is all going south in just a matter of minutes.

The younger girls are not into the scary stuff and want to ride the Ferris wheel, so I head for the spook trail leaving them in Dad’s very capable hands. No, Mom is at home; she’s not into Halloween at all. If you scare her too much, she faints dead away. So I wait in line, talking with some of the girls from the senior class to pass the time. They have that senior attitude, so they’re not much on chitchat. As soon as I get inside, all the lights everywhere at the stadium go out all at once. Some of the rides have lights, and that is all people have to see by.

The first kick lands right between my legs, and I go down like a rock. Then the stomping starts, and I do think to cover my boobs so they can’t get busted and start leaking inside my body. That leaves my crotch an open target, and the stomping just doesn’t seem to be going to stop. I am just before passing out when the lights come on, and for a split second, I can see three full-grown women as they turn to leave me. Finally, I scream in pain and then start fading off to sleep, or so it seemed.

Overall the noise and other things, Dad and Sis actually hear my scream and start looking for me. Dad is frantic, of course, and when he finds me, I am nothing more than a bloody mess. Dad scoops me up, which wasn’t such a good thing to do, but, hey, his daughter was injured and needed help. He got me to the car and then down to the campus clinic in record time by all accounts.

The doctor Lori and I have been working with is there, and on duty, so she knows all about me. They patch me up enough to stop most of the bleeding, and then comes the bad news for dad. With my fake vagina removed, the damage to my boy’s parts are extensive. Without having a look for himself, he tells her to do what she must so long as I live through it. By now, he has called Mom, and she is there along with Sis, who they didn’t tell the truth to right then. Dad at least has some idea what is coming; Mom and Sis don’t have a clue.

Two days later, I wake up and in more pain than any human being should ever have to feel. The doctor gives me a shot, and after several minutes I am back asleep, but just enough to not feel the pain and still hear what is being said. Through one eye that I can barely keep open, I see Ms. Addison giving my doctor a stack of money in an envelope. The doctor is not happy and tells her she got what she wanted and to leave.

After that, I am left in a drug-induced coma for ten days. Now my Sis isn’t quite so dumb as some might think. If I miss enough homework and grades go down, no college for me. Also, if I miss a total of fourteen days in a year, I get to repeat the same grade. So Sis turns in all my work via the computer so it would look the same as if I had been in school every day. When I found out she had stepped up for me, nobody was more proud of her than me.

When I came back around enough to have my wits about me, I asked dad to get me out of here and as soon as possible. The doctor balked a little but soon realized butting heads with my dad would not work. I got the stints to keep my new and very real vagina open and all the after stuff and other instructions as well. I didn’t have to twist Dad’s arm to get him to take me home.

I told Dad what I knew about what happened that night and the payoff the doctor that she had taken from Ms. Addison that I had seen with my own eyes. Dad made me tell him the story about three times before he would call the police, and my assault case got bumped to a different level, like an assault with intent or some such thing.

With what they knew, the police decided to pressure the doctor, as she had the most to lose, and then start working backward till they got all the parties involved. One of the policemen was really cute, and he had the same, oh, no, you didn’t hurt my girl look that Dad often did. Even with all my bruises and such, he told me I was pretty, so he was cool, anyway. Not counting the weekends, I missed the full fourteen days of school that I was allowed, and then some guy from the school board came to the house, a truant officer or some such thing.

Dad cornered him up and threatened him within an inch of his life if the school even acted like they wanted to fail his daughter. When he saw all the stuff from the hospital around the house, he explained that he was misinformed and that excused absentees’ did not count. Adding that from what he saw, mine was surely excused. He called Ms. Addison from our front porch steps and was going at her for not telling him the truth.

“The woman just won’t give up,” Dad said, as he closed the door.

I got up and moved around as much as my very loving dad would let me. I used the stints in my room at night and kept working on my diary/journal, and by now, you know, these are where the final draft of this story came from. As soon as police told the doctor they had an eyewitness that saw her take a bribe, the house cards started to fold.

Dad got to read this first, and he says anybody that reads it will be holding their breath for the ending. I need to slow and let the person reading actually take a breather now and then. Hey, you gotta love my dad. I know I do. I’ll take some of the stings out of the ending for you now. There was never a reason why save that the people involved didn’t like me.

Ms. Addison was running her version of the first wives ’ club. Together with the other wives that assaulted me over the years, they had gained a lot of control over the people in this town. The wives and the doctor were all charged with assault with intent to do bodily harm. The husbands were charged as accessories since they knew about it and didn’t stop it. There was never a public trial as all the parties pleaded guilty and cut a deal. Part of that was a lot of money that would be mine when I was legal age.

That came with a gag order that I could never make any money by selling or even telling my story. My dad is pretty good with the fine print so, if I mix up some of the details and change the names so nothing can be traced to the real story, then I can do it. Most of the parts about Lori is true, and she really needs this story to pass her class; it is the lump sum grade, pass or fail for her.

Okay, enough of the boring stuff. I was back in school the next week, after I got home, even though Mom and Dad didn’t want me anywhere near it. God love them, the bad people were gone at this point, and they were still worried about me. Sis let the cat out of the bag that I was coming back to school, and when I hit the front door, it was like going into a time warp. Every girl from my class up had gone fifties pin-up style as a show of support for me. It was awesome, and I wish Mom and Dad could have seen it.

Lori got a four-point zero for her edited version of my story; that was way cool, too. I did my school work from home, so my grades were as perfect as sisters. Way too young to be thinking college, right? Not really; Mom and Dad had drilled us with the idea of college and higher education as soon as we could understand what that was all about. We had parents, our lives were thought out and planned out to a large degree for us till we were legal age. All Sis and I were supposed to do were stick to the plan.

Now, you’re thinking poor little rich kids, right? Well, that’s not too far off the mark, but we weren’t so rich when it all started either, but dad was working on that. Sorry, there are some things I just can’t tell you.

Did I change my ways? Well, did I stop dressing and acting like a pin-up girl? No, not really. If anything, it rubbed off on Sis, and we became a two-girl stage show for a while, under different names, of course. Yes, I finished high school, and the male teachers that were still around, well, they just decided it was best to teach in the sitting position. Although, I can’t imagine why unless it had something to do with Rachel, Shelly, Sis, and I all sitting on the front row in some rather daring clothes most of the time. Did I say that? No, not me.

In a manner of speaking, the four of us ruled that school till the day we graduated. Of course, Mom and I mended our fences, but you can still make her faint if you said boo just right. Sis and I are like twins, we are so close, and I don’t see that as ever-changing. Dad loves us both with more abandon than some fathers would. God knows we have caused him some trouble over the years. I’m not really sure how to end this now. I think I have covered everything or everything I can.