by LSF Publications
by Patrick Kaykes
Alison grew up a lonely girl. She was sickly, with more than her share of ordinary childhood diseases, colds and infections. Her parents moved six times before she was 10 years old, and didn't settle in one place until she was 13. As a result, she was in and out of a number of schools, and never had a real opportunity to develop friendships with other children.
At age 14, Alison entered high school. She was not a pretty girl. Constantly tangled frizzy hair, a larger than average nose, sunken cheeks, and a ragged, acne scarred face overshadowed the sweetness of the person under the surface. She was short and rail thin, and had not yet developed breasts or any bottom to speak of. Though that was not uncommon among girls her age, it felt devastating when combined with her lack of traditional beauty. The kinder students in Brockington High School referred to her as homely. The less kind called her ugly. And the truly mean students called her names - to her face, and behind her back - which were far worse.
Many in high school are treated poorly by other students; teasing, hazing, pranks and a variety of remarkably creative humiliations are heaped upon an incoming freshman. For the least popular, this continues through graduation. But most students have a friend or two to help them along, to share in the misery, as well as in the less frequent celebrations. Alison never had that. Inexperienced in making friends, she was socially shy. The meaner girls chided her for her physical flaws, so she began to think of herself as repulsive. The only physical feature she liked about herself was her kind, green eyes. She usually looked toward the ground when speaking in class, but when she did look up for a few seconds those eyes twinkled, as if she had happiness inside her just dying to get out. Her eyes offered a fleeting glimpse of the person she wanted to be, though in Brockington, very few noticed or cared.
Though she may not have been physically attractive at the time, Alison was extremely intelligent. Her shyness and lack of self esteem did not extend to her studies. Even as a freshman, she always knew the answer in class, always had her assignments done, and always aced her exams. Unfortunately, this did not help her standing with the other students. If anything, it made it worse. The other, more popular girls were jealous of her intelligence, and the boys were scared off by it.
In Physical Education class one day, the students were practicing gymnastics. They would rotate through the various stations: the pommel horse, the balance beam, gymnastic rings, and the climbing rope - and when done, begin the rotation again. There were no future Olympians in the class, but some of the girls were quite athletic. Alison was not very good at gymnastics, but she was always game to try.
The class was going through its second rotation, and Alison approached the gymnastic rings: two separate circular rings about two feet apart, each held by a rope attached to a solid beam a few feet above. She was supposed to do a relatively easy exercise commonly called 'Skin the Cat'. To start the routine, she had to put each hand inside a ring held waist high. Lifting herself up, and her feet off the ground, she was supposed to lift her legs above her shoulders, though her arms, and behind her body, and then back again to the ground. It sounds - and looks - more difficult than it is. By now, two months into the school year, even Alison could perform it, albeit slowly and carefully.
Brockington didn't have a full-time gym class instructor. Teachers taught the class as a collateral duty, giving it little significance compared to their main responsibilities of teaching history, math, science, or any of the other 'important' classes in Brockington. Gym was an easy pass/fail class, mostly designed to provide a break from studies for students and teachers alike. To pass, students mostly just had to show up. So it was no surprise that after taking attendance and doing some minimal class observation, the teacher in charge left to grab a coffee and grade papers from her sophomore math class. When Alison approached the rings, she and the other students were the only ones in the gym.
She grabbed the rings tightly and raised her legs off the ground. A little unsteady, she gave herself a push to propel her legs above her shoulders, and through her arms. She got them though well enough, but was having some trouble pulling them back through her arms and to the ground. Then she felt why.
Two girls, Britney and Jessica, were holding her legs. Another girl, Marissa, held her torso up from underneath, essentially trapping her in position. A fourth girl, Tori, lifted up her gym skirt, and pulled down her panties.
With her skinny, underdeveloped body, Alison didn't even like to get partially undressed in the locker room. Now, she knew the entire gym class was looking at her, attracted by the combination of her own mini-screams, and the laughter of the four girls. She was embarrassed beyond anything she had experienced before. She wanted to drop her arms and release herself from the rings, but she was afraid the girls would also let go and she would fall on her head and hurt herself.
And then it got worse.
Tori smacked her bare ass repeatedly. At first simply humiliated, Alison now felt pain in her bottom. More smacks followed, and the laughter spread throughout the gym class. The only way Alison thought to escape was to drop her arms from the rings, and after a few more hard smacks, she did just that. The three girls holding her did indeed support her as she fell, so Alison made it to the ground unhurt. But the girls continued to pin down her legs and arms, and as Alison was lying on her stomach her bottom was still a great target. Tori and the other three girls took full advantage. Alison struggled to get free, but only succeeded in squirming around on the safety mats on the gym floor. More smacks followed, and Alison felt her ass burning, and her face burning red to match. She refused to cry - until she looked over and saw that Jessica had left the scene to go over to the middle of the gym, to the accordion divider.
The divider separated the girls gym from the boys side. Alison let out a long sob. Jessica ignored her, and with an evil grin and a flourish, detached the lock on the divider and flung it open.
This was a bit too much cruelty for most of the class. Other than the four girls who started it all, the laughter faded away. Even the boys, witnessing a scene no senior high school boy had any right to ever expect to witness, didn't really laugh. Some uncomfortable chuckles followed, then a lot of looking down at the ground in silence. They didn't do anything to stop it, of course, since they had their male pride to consider. Maybe if Alison had been physically desirable, one of the boys might have spoken up and acted as the hero.
But at least the boys - and now the remainder of the girls - had the decency to go back to their own gymnastic pursuits, and wait for the scene to end.
And it soon did. Once the four girls realized they no longer had an audience, they gave a few final smacks and let Alison up. She pulled up her panties, and ran crying into the locker room.
Other than answering questions in class - which she still did, since it was the one place she could outshine everyone else - that was the last time she ever said a word to any of the other students.
Though many of the other students felt sorry for her in the days following the incident, Alison's subsequent self-imposed isolation only made her seem weirder. She didn't seem approachable, so no one approached her, either to befriend her or empathize with her pain. Other misfits found one another, but no one sought out Alison. So, just as she ignored them, most of the other students ignored her. Alison entered high school as a lonely girl, and was fated to leave it as a lonely young woman.
Since this is a story about a last will and testament, you might think that Alison committed suicide, as far too many dejected or depressed teenagers do nowadays. But that was not the case here.
After the Brockington spanking, Alison needed to fill the void brought on by her voluntary silence and isolation at school. She was not the type to turn towards alcohol or drugs, as a troubled teen might. Instead, she tried to focus on what might help her in the future.
Her mother had been an amateur clothing designer. She had made many of her daughter's clothes when she was younger. As Alison entered her teens, she had begged to buy her own clothes, and her mother agreed. Now, however, she asked her mother to teach her how to design and make clothes. Alison saw her future here, one that could be lived with little contact with other people, something Alison very much wanted. Though her mother was curious, Alison did not tell her about her school humiliation. Instead, she said she wanted a career in design, and wanted her mother to teach her "everything she knew." Her mother was more than happy to do so.
So that is where Alison spent most of her high school afternoons and evenings - mostly alone and sometimes with her mother - she practiced designing and making clothes. She found she really enjoyed making costumes, and had a natural - perhaps inherited - talent for it. She started with simple dresses, moved on to cloaks and gowns, then masks, and finally to full fledged costumes. Initially, she made replicas of movie stars, or stars from popular TV shows. Then she began making traditional superhero costumes, such as Wonder Woman, Superman, or Cat Woman. By the end of high school, she had progressed to the point where she could make a convincing costume of just about any popular figure. Other than her mother, no one else had seen these designs, but Alison kept every one she had ever made.
She went to a fashion college to further her skills. Other than marketing her talent, which she knew nothing about, she found there wasn't much the college could teach her. She already surpassed their standards, she was truly gifted.
A year after she began college - just when she had finally begun to feel good about herself again - tragedy struck. Her parents were killed in a car accident. Grief stricken, she took a leave of absence from school. She never returned. Though by no means rich, her parents had saved some money. They also owned a second house they had rented out for a number of years. As their only child, Alison sold the house to the current occupants, and cashed in the rest of their estate. She used her cash inheritance to start her costume design business, which she decided to run from her parents' house. She contacted the few people she trusted from college, and they helped her set up a website, and to market her costumes. She made it her life's work.
Her business became a huge success. Though she was a largely anonymous proprietor, her work became known around the country. If one was going to a costume party, or dressing for Halloween, or going to any type of event which involved changing one's personality into someone else, Alison's company was the place to go.
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