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The Irish Curse
By Jena Corso
Edited By Angela Meyers
Part One
A half dozen teenage girls were buzzing around the locker room after
showering, drying their hair and hurrying to get dressed after track
practice. They were stuffing backpacks, jumping into their school
uniforms, and collecting everything they needed for the weekend.
"Ok, girls," yelled Holly clapping her hands. "Now that everyone's
dressed, don't forget anything and we'll see you on the bus at eleven."
"OMG, they are so excited," said Hannah, stripping off her sweaty track
outfit.
"Of course they are," said Holly, now naked as well. "It's their first
retreat and you know they are dying to let loose."
"I know. I remember when we were sophomores how psyched we were to
finally be away and have some unsupervised time," said Hannah, switching
on the locker room shower.
"And now we're seniors, and its time to train the rookies!" said Holly,
lathering up. "I remember when we got our lessons. This is going to be so
much fun!"
Holly and Hannah took their time showering and washing their hair before
finally stepping back into the area with the vanities and mirrors. They
were in nothing more than wet towels now as they texted away on their
phones before they each began getting ready.
"You know I bought these new push up bras in Victoria Secrets' yesterday.
Buy one get one half price. Amazing deal!" Holly remarked as she put on
her eyeliner.
"Seriously Holly? I fucking hate you." Hannah brushed back her wet hair.
"Why would you need push ups? You already have like double what half of
us have."
"I know, but I'm so freaking hippy, and these damn sports bras just hold
them down," said Holly dropping her towel and pushing up her boobs in the
mirror. "Look, when I push them up like this, they just seem to draw
attention away from my fat ass and big hips."
"Oh please," replied Hannah, brushing on some blush and dropping off her
towel. "Just about everyone here would die for your curves, and there's
not an ounce of fat on you. Look how freaking skinny I look after all
this damn track shit."
"You kidding with those rock hard abs?" said Holly, putting her arm
around her as they posed naked together, looking at their reflections.
"Every freaking guy in school wants to bone you."
"And me too bitch." Hannah wiggled her tongue near Holly's ear as they
had some pretend fun.
They both shared some laughs naked and then stopped as Holly put up her
hand.
"Did you hear that?" asked Holly as they stopped moving.
"Yeah, what the hell?" said Hannah as they both listened for a few
seconds.
"There's no one there," Holly broke the silence. "This old locker room
just has so many creaks. I hear it all the time, but sometimes it just
freaks me out a little."
"I know it's creepy sometimes when we are here alone," said Hannah.
"Let's just get ready because I'm so psyched for this weekend."
They continued getting ready, blow drying their long hair before going
back and forth to their lockers for their clothes and accessories.
Finally they were both dressed in their school uniforms as they returned
together to the vanity area, working on some final touches in the mirrors
and chatting.
"So, you remembered to bring everything for training right?" Holly asked
as she flat ironed her hair. "Should we double check?"
"No, I checked already," replied Hannah, putting her hair up in a high
pony. "I've got a basic dildo for everyone to practice with, and then the
variety pack with some bigger stuff once they master the basics. Plus, I
packed plenty of snacks with the cooler, which obviously won't be for
regular consumption."
"The starter props! Perfect," giggled Holly. "I saw the bananas, cumbers,
and carrots with the rest of the stuff. Obviously Mrs. Sanchez thinks
track girls like to eat healthy."
"We do." Hannah touched up her mascara. "And soon so will the sophomores.
They've been checking the days off their calendar for months!"
"Well, we'll train them, and hopefully after Sunday's dance they'll be
able to put practice into action like we did when we were sophomores,"
said Holly giggling.
"Yup, those poor little timid boys from Metro High won't know what hit
them," said Hannah, applying some eye shadow.
"Yeah well if any of these girls are like you Hannah, they'll be dying
for more than a deep throated banana five minutes into the dance," Teased
Holly, sliding on her headband.
"Like you weren't Miss innocent?" replied Hannah. "I seem to remember you
were the seniors prize pupil after we found out you were swallowing that
quarterback's dick like it was a pretzel rod before half of us even had a
sip of punch."
"Well we did miss lunch that day." Holly clear glossed her lips. "So I
was starving in many ways."
"What the," said Hannah as Holly touched her arm, stopping her from
speaking as they gazed at each other in the mirror.
"I think that's just too glossy Hannah," said Holly winking at her as she
turned away from the mirror. "Let me go to my locker and get you a
different lip gloss. I'll be right back."
Hannah gave her a look as she walked across the room. She then heard a
rumbling of keys as Holly motioned to Hannah to stay quiet as she noticed
her searching the large key ring.
Quickly Holly slid a key into the janitor's closet behind them and
instantly ripped open the door.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Hannah screamed, dropping her makeup all over the
floor as her eyes popped out of her head, seeing a boy inside.
"Mother fucker!" screamed Holly, seeing the boy standing there with his
pants around his ankles.
"Holy shit! Holy shit, are you kidding me?" Hannah yelled as the boy
quickly covered his private area.
"Girls?" said a voice opening the outside locker room door. "Is
everything alright in there? I thought I heard a scream? Are you dressed,
I'm coming in?"
"Please, don't turn me in I'm sorry," cried the boy, shaking. "I'm sorry.
I'll get expelled. Please."
"Shut the fuck up!" said Holly, closing the door just before Mrs. Sanchez
came in. "Over here Mrs. Sanchez. We're fine."
"Girls, what happened?" asked Mrs. Sanchez, as she saw them just standing
there with a mess on the floor.
"It was nothing," said Holly, picking up a back fuzzy hair clip and
holding it up. "I'm sorry. I just thought we saw a mouse, but it was just
Hannah's stupid hair clip which must have fallen out of her bag. Who
wears something this ugly anyway?"
"How about we toughen up a little, ladies," remarked Mrs. Sanchez,
rolling her eyes. "Remember we will be away from home this weekend in the
country, and there are wild animals out there!"
"We're sorry Mrs. Sanchez," replied Hannah, kneeling down picking up her
stuff. "We'll see you on the bus later."
Mrs. Sanchez shook her head and left the room as quickly Holly opened the
door again.
"Walter! You little fucking pervert!" said Holly as she re-opened the
door.
"I'm sorry. I just. I just," Walter mumbled.
"You just what, you fucking pig," Exclaimed Hannah, getting infuriated.
"Did you just jerk off watching us. That's fucking disgusting."
"Now from the looks of things he didn't," said Holly, grabbing his hard
member and pulling him from the closet by it. "Step out here, perv!"
"Please, I didn't." Walter shook as he shuffled a few feet out of the
closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles.
"Don't bullshit me, Walter," said Hannah grabbing her flat iron. "I'll
clamp down on that little thing with this at 400 degrees and then I bet
you'll tell me the truth."
"Please NOOOOOO," whined Walter as Holly released her grip. "I wanted to,
but it was just too quiet so I couldn't. I'm sorry, you girls are so hot,
and I just get horny sometimes and usually you have the music blasting."
"You fucking pig. How many times have you snuck in here?" Hannah asked,
holding her flat iron right near his penis. "Let go Holly, and I'll
fucking sizzle his little prick."
"Hannah," Holly grinned as she pushed her back. "Relax. Walter, I'd
answer that if I were you?"
"About a dozen," replied Walter, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry. You're
both so sexy and I've tried to hook up with both of you, and all you've
done is blow me off. I'm sorry. I have needs and girls just hate me."
"So you joined track to meet girls?" said Hannah. "To meet us?"
"Yes," said Walter meekly.
"Wait, did you steal my underwear?" said Holly. "I thought I kept losing
things, but now that I think of it!"
"Yes," said Walter, looking down.
"Mother fucker," exclaimed Holly as she stepped back in, grabbing his
testicles.
"I'm sorry! I'll give them back!" Cried Walter as she began squeezing.
"Please don't twist."
"Fucking gross!" sighed Hannah. "Screw this, I'm getting Mrs. Sanchez.
Here, hold him here with my flat iron and if he moves clamp down and
sizzle that wiener."
"Stay calm crazy girl! I've got an idea," said Holly, letting go and
stepping back, tapping her cheek with her index finger. "You're going to
the retreat with the other boys from the team this weekend, right?"
"Yes, but we're not going to the same place as you are," replied Walter,
breathing heavily as his balls ached. "I wish we were though of course!"
"Yeah, I know but I know it's optional for senior's, right?" said Holly,
grabbing her phone and beginning to text.
"What idea?" said Hannah. "Fuck this perv Holly. Turn him in. He's
disgusting, and I want nothing to do with him."
"Me either, but I think he could be useful to us," said Holly looking him
up and down, smiling. "I'm pretty sure I've got a proposition for him
that he can't turn down!"
"A proposition?" asked Walter confused.
"Yup, how about you'll spend the weekend with us girls, and then we won't
turn you in," Holly grinned.
"That's my punishment. Spending the weekend with hot girls?" said Walter
confused.
"Yeah, you'd do whatever I ask and your body is ours," said Holly,
stepping back towards him and giving a firm yank. "I guess while you were
back there peeping, you heard that we're training the sophomores this
weekend, right?"
"Yes," said Walter. "I heard."
"So think about this?" said Holly. "So what could be better than letting
them practice on a willing subject?"
"Are you kidding, a weekend of getting blow jobs," said Walter, stunned
as she squeezed. "You can't be serious!"
"I'm dead serious," said Holly, grinning as she stepped back, releasing
him. "It'll be a lot better training than just some squishy banana or a
rubber apparatus. Now do we have a deal, or do I call Mrs. Sanchez?"
"Holly, have you lost your mind?" Hannah cutt her off. "Where the hell
are we going to hide a guy, and how would we even get him there. Plus, if
we get caught we'd be in as much trouble as he is now!"
"Relax, I got that covered," said Holly, turning and whispering in
Hannah's ear.
"Hhhmm, that could be fun," Hannah smiled as she looked him up and down.
"You sure?"
"Definitely! So what's it going to be, Walter?" asked Holly folding her
arms. "A weekend with the girls as our personal oral sex toy, or do I
call Mrs. Sanchez?"
"Like I'd need a threat to answer that?" replied Walter, all aroused now.
"Of course Yes! I'm all yours," "Good choice," said Holly, walking over
and again grabbing his manhood, only this time stepping on his pants
around his ankles. "Now step out, because from this point forward your
body belongs to Hannah and me. Understood!"!
"Oh yeaaahhh!" said Walter kicking off his sneakers, underwear, and
pants. "But what about what Hannah was saying, like getting me there,
hiding me, and even getting me out of my team's trip."
"Oh we're already on that," said Hannah, texting away.
"Time to get your little friend here put away until we need him," said
Holly, leading him to the shower area. "Looks like it won't take much,
and then we'll start our little project to hide Walter. Now take off your
shirt and get moving."
"Cold! Holy crap that's cold!" screamed Walter.
"I know, so hurry up and empty yourself out so we can get started," said
Hannah, staring at him. "Come on, just get it over with. We all know you
want to."
"Suddenly you're shy?" said Holly, shaking her head as she undid her
blouse. "Here! It's not like you didn't stare at them all morning so go
ahead and finish off."
Walter could barely control himself as he instantly began yanking
rapidly. The girls were giggling as he was shivering, and it didn't take
long before he exploded and Holly took pity on him, turning on the warm
water as his goo washed down the drain. They handed him their body wash
and then shampoo as they observed him washing himself, whispering back
and forth to each other. They texted a number of messages as they worked
through their plan, and then when he was finished, he apprehensively
followed them back to the main locker room in only a towel.
"Ok then. Put you right leg up on the bench!" Hannah demanded, shaking a
can and squirting a hand full of foam.
"Wait, what's happening here!" asked Walter as Hannah started sliding the
foam against his leg when he placed his foot up on the bench and tossed
away his towel.
"What's happening is that we're about to begin hiding you. Well basically
hiding your identity, so get ready for your disguise," said Holly. "Now
don't flinch, because we've got a limited amount of time, and your
makeover begins right now!"
"Wait, this isn't what I expected!" cried Walter as he watched a pink
razor slide down his leg. "You're not thinking what I think you're
thinking, are you? That kind of makeover!"
"Who cares what you're expecting, because this is the only option you've
got unless you've changed your mind and then we'll call Mrs. Sanchez,"
Holly gaveg him a stern look as she held back Hannah's hand from gliding
off more of his leg hair. "Now the only way we're getting you there with
us is to for you to become one of us, but the choice is yours because
this is the last time I'm asking."
"Now choose and choose quickly asshole, because I'm totally out of
patience with you," Hannah held up her razor. "I still say we should have
turned him in!"
"Holy shit!" said Walter, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth as he
nodded. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Believe it, and don't tense up so much as I don't want to nick you!"
said Hannah, shaving off the next section. "You'll need to just relax and
just go with the flow, or we'll never pull it off."
"How much leg are we showing here?" asked Walter as she was gliding below
his knee now. "Can't I just be in jeans and a wig?"
"That would have been easier, but we'll be in full uniforms for the bus
ride and some of the events," Holly replied, beginning to dot a little
foundation on his face. "Plus, there are no pants in the sophomore fall
dress code, so being fully smooth is pretty much a requirement."
"Wait, you're saying people are going to think I'm a sophomore, not even
a senior!" Cried Walter.
"Yup, you'll be filling in for a girl that called in sick," said Holly,
blending his face. "Good thing I'm the monitor so no one else knows that,
and Mrs. Sanchez has never met these girls."
"To her they're just names on an attendance sheet," said Hannah, gliding
off every hair on his leg. "So when we're done with you, you'll be
filling in quite nicely. Now shut up so we can concentrate."
Once Hannah finished his legs, she sliced off the little hairs from his
arms and lifted them up, doing the pits. He was hairless everywhere else
as she now rubbed some lotion all over his body as Holly worked on his
face.
He was so embarrassed sitting naked as Hannah was texting away, while
Holly now brushed on some blush.
"I don't think we can pull this off," Walter said as she began adding
just a touch of eyeliner with a brown pencil. "Please, I can't do this.
Please, I'm all yours for the weekend, but we need to come up with a
different plan to hide me. I can't pass for a girl!"
"You better hope you can, or it should get more interesting when we turn
you in now that you're looking so nice and smooth," giggled Hannah,
looking at her phone and turning some combination locks.
"Stop teasing, Hannah," Holly giggled as well as she worked with her
mascara wand. "You're making me laugh so hard, I'll mess up his face."
"Sorry I'll chill! Ok, I've got Tiffany's locker open and then I'll do
Kelly's," said Hannah, swinging open a locker door. "Do we need anything
from anyone else?"
"Just get Taylor's combo too. She's got big feet, so just in case the
other shoes are too tight, her stuff should work," said Holly as she
dipped her little brush into a shadow pallet. "Close your eyes now until
I tell you, Walter."
Walter closed his eyes for a few moments, feeling the soft strokes across
his lids. He sat hearing click after click of lockers opening until
finally she finished.
"Ok stand up and let's see how this all fits," said Hannah as he opened
his eyes, seeing her stuff his boy clothes in a locker and bolting it
shut.
He looked down, seeing a pile of garments sitting next to him on the
bench now as Hannah tapped his thigh to lift his left leg. He looked
down, seeing the white cotton panty and raised his leg as he stepped in.
It was strange, less awkward now at least, being covered and no longer
nude as she snugged it up in place before he sat again as she rolled some
thin socks up his legs. The weirdest part actually came next as Hannah
slid his arms through the little white cotton bra while Holly knelt and
tied some shoes on his feet. After a few changes and some pushing at his
toes with Holly's thumb, he felt her tying the laces but was completely
distracted watching Hannah fold two sweat socks stuffing them in each
cup.
"Chin up, back straight and just let us do what we have to until we get
the fit just right," said Hannah, unbuttoning a shirt. "All this
squirming is not helping."
They tried a few shirts on him as they looked carefully at the fit and
then did the same with a couple of skirts. He was almost afraid to look
down as he glanced anxiously with each garment change.
"Let's stay with Tiff's stuff," said Holly, buttoning up his shirt and
adjusting the fit. "Track has given you a nice thin frame."
"Yup, you were right about Tiffany's clothes fitting pretty well, and a
good call on Taylor's shoes," said Hannah, sliding a sweater over his
arms.
"Thanks," said Holly. "Just give me Kelly's stuff and pack a bag for him
with whatever you think for the weekend. I'll finish his face and do
something with this hair. Sit back down Walter, because it's almost
time."
Holly stepped behind Walter now, taking sliding a brush through his hair.
She brushed it back a few times before he felt her lift it in the back
and felt two distinct snaps across the nape of his neck. He instantly
knew she was adding some extensions as she repeated the process over and
over, adding more layers.
"You're using Kelly's?" said Hannah, looking over and questioning her.
"Why not? We don't have any that really match, and his hair's not long
enough to do much. The only other one that has any wefts in her locker is
Heidi, and pulling off a Swedish thing obviously isn't going to work, nor
the intention of the look we need," Holly stretched a little ski cap open
and slid it over his head. "We'll be making a few pit stops later, so
we'll need to grab a rinse and I'll make all this blend and work
somehow."
"You'll need to, because cute as it looks, I don't think he can wear a
ski cap all weekend," Hannah teased.
"True" Holly rummaged through her makeup case and took out a series of
pencils. "Thing is he's so fair, I think it really will fit his
coloring."
She now placed two fingers under his chin, lifting it and then began
poking at each side of his nose and then towards his cheeks under his
eyes. She rotated pencils as she dabbed and then took a small brush,
blotting from the the bridge of his nose outward. She stopped for a
moment checking her work as she re-sharpened a few pencils and worked her
way toward the bottom of his forehead and then completely down the bridge
of his nose. Finally when she was satisfied, she dipped a big brush into
some powder, softly setting the middle of his face and then took some big
powder puffs blotting his chin, cheeks, and forehead.
"Damn, you're good!" said Hannah, nodding and smiling as she came back in
front looking at Walter.
"Thanks. He's a work in progress, but he'll definitely pass if you don't
do anything stupid, Walter," Holly said as she dipped a little brush into
a small artist type pot, painting at his lips.
"Girls, please I have no idea what to do," Walter felt his knees starting
to knock. "Use me as your sex toy when you get back. I promise I'll let
you do what you want to me."
"You'll be fine. Look up and don't blink," said Holly, holding open his
left eye and pushing against his pupil as they heard a knock and then
someone entering.
"Ladies, the bus is here," said Mrs. Sanchez, interrupting. "Time to stop
dilly dallying and get the younger girls organized."
"Sure Mrs. Sanchez," said Holly nodding. "I'm just helping Kelly with her
contact and we'll be right there."
"Fine just hurry up," said Mrs. Sanchez, turning and walking out.
"Remember we have a schedule to keep."
"See, she's none the wiser," said Holly, pushing at the other eyeball.
"Let's get his coat on. We better hit the bus."
"I'm supposed to be Kelly?" asked Walter nervously as Hannah slid his
coat over his arms.
"You're Kelly McDermott, a cute little Irish girl!" replied Hannah.
"That's who called in sick."
"I may be fair skinned, but not Irish," Walter stated as she lifted his
hair onto the coats collar. "My ancestors are from all over. I'm kind of
a mix."
"You're not really a girl either, but get a look at yourself," said
Hannah, dragging him over to the mirrored area of the locker room. "Not
bad, right?"
"Oh shit. No way," Walter looked at himself.
"Not bad, right?" said Holly, walking over. "You're a work in progress,
with just enough makeup to look like most of us do for school. I had to
make you look as natural as any other 15 year old girl would be in
uniform, and then kinda go for an Irish thing."
"Crap," Sighed Walter, somewhat stunned. "I do look Irish."
Walter was stunned as he looked at himself in the long locker room mirror
as the girls scurried to collect their things for the trip. On his feet
were ugly navy tied flat tied earth shoes, and above them thin white knee
high socks. It was hard not to stare at the glimpse of his hairless lower
thighs and smooth boney knees, which were still quivering below the grey
knit plaid pleated skirt. Above it he was in a simple white cotton blouse
which had a rounded collar, and was buttoned all the way up the front to
his neck. From it streamed a simple little short navy tie, which was
tucked inside his navy school sweater, which was fully buttoned from his
breast bone down to his waist. Lucky they did not over stuff him, giving
him only moderate mounds below his sweater, but the effect of his entire
new shape was just enough to look normal for a girl of his age.
"Button up, we'll need to get on the bus now," Hannah rolled over a small
suitcase and a backpack. "This will be your stuff."
He could hardly believe he was about to do this, pulling the flap of the
double breasted waist length navy school jacket and fastening the two
buttons. He stepped closer to the mirror, amazed at his reflection as he
actually did look quite natural as he touched his face. Certainly his
fair skin did aide in his new appearance, but somehow Holly had made him
look even paler.
"Don't ruin them," said Holly coming over and pulling away his fingers.
"It won't smudge easily now that your face is set, but I'll kill you if
you mess it up after all my work. That wasn't easy you know."
Walter shook his head and twisted his neck, unsure whether to be
impressed or depressed with her work, knowing they were about to go out
in the public. He knew now what all the blending and dotting was about,
as she had expertly covered his face in a scattering of freckles. They
were pretty light yet apparent across the bridge of his nose, chin and
forehead before growing heavier and distinctive at each side of his nose
and inner cheeks.
For his eyes, she had thinly outlined his upper lids in a soft brown
pencil and thickened his lashes in dark mocha mascara. His lids were just
touched up with a hint of a taupe color, but what really stood out were
the new contacts she had inserted. Gone were his natural dark brown eyes,
only to be replaced with catlike sparkling green pupils, which were the
focal point of his face.
He bit his lip, nervously tasting the matte finish light colored pumpkin
lip stain, appearing as if it were his natural pigment. Atop his head was
a navy ski hat with a white and navy pom-pom, and from it long straight
shinny auburn extensions streamed eight inches past his shoulders.
"Let's go Kell," demanded Hannah, dropping his back pack at his feet.
"Don't catch your hair with the strap and let's hit the bus."
As he reached down, he carefully swept his new locks to his back as he
lifted his backpack to his right shoulder and grabbed the handle of the
suitcase with his left, following Hannah from the locker room. The minute
they got outside, he saw the sea of girls loading on a few buses, feeling
sick to his stomach as he looked back, whispering to Holly.
"But won't the other girls know I'm not Kelly," asked Walter, trying one
last time to get out of the trip.
"Only the three girls staying with us, April, Nina, and Lucy know and
they've been briefed on everything," said Holly, whispering back as she
now tossed a navy purse on his shoulder. "Now get on the bus and you'll
be sitting next to April today. Besides us, she'll take good care of our
lovely Kelly."
He could see the large smiles and evil grins on the faces of the three
girls as they all hugged each other outside the bus. He stored his
luggage underneath and followed the others towards the back as Holly had
taken charge of attendance. Mrs. Sanchez and the other girls seemed to
pay him no mind as they sat at attention in their seats before finally
pulling out on the road. He slumped, looking out the window as they
pulled away, barely able to function from all the chatter and his
frazzled nerves.
"Don't worry Kelly," whispered April. "I'll be there for you, and I'm
pretty sure this will be more fun for both of us than either of us could
have imagined. Here let me help you get your coat off."
"I hope so," said Walker softly as she pulled out his arms and he slid it
off. "Just don't touch the hat."
"Yes I know, Hannah warned me about that," said April, dropping his coat
over his lap. "And there's no doubt about the fun part. I can't wait to
begin my practice session. Hope you don't mind if I just check the
inventory."
"The ....!" squealed Walter as April had slid her hand under the coat on
his lap, giving a quick squeeze under his skirt. "Wwwhhhhaaattttt!"
"Ssssshhh," said Holly, spinning around from the seat in front of them as
she saw April yank her hand away and they looked up, seeing Mrs. Sanchez
coming to the back.
"Miss McDermott, correct?" asked Mrs. Sanchez, looking at the seating
chart
"Yes," replied Walter, slumping down, answering in a mousey voice.
"Chatter is fine Miss McDermott, but I will not have any squealing or
disturbances. Is that understood, young lady?" Mrs. Sanchez ordered.
"Yes," said Walter meekly.
"Good! Consider this your warning, missie," said Mrs. Sanchez, making
some notes on her chart. "First stop in one hour girls. Now let's all
settle down."
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